Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor Matilda. They are the creations of J. K. Rowling and Roald Dahl respectively.
Story Time
"Okay class, I want you all to pay close attention to the next two chapters of Matilda because afterwards I'm going to give you a little quiz to make sure you understand it, okay?" Miss Lubar said to her second grade class, smiling good naturedly when they groaned and pulling out the book.
Seven year old Hermione Granger bit her lip, quickly putting her hand down. She had been about to ask if she could use the loo, but… she could hold it. If there was going to be a quiz she didn't want to miss anything.
True, she had read the book before, but… what if she forgot some detail? Or Miss Lubar said something about it and she missed it.
Doing well on the quiz was more important than her discomfort. She would be fine.
The fact that Miss Lubar would probably wait for her to come back never occurred to her.
"Everyone come gather around on the story rug," Miss Lubar called, taking her seat at the head of the rug. "You may take off your shoes, if you like."
Hermione slowly got up with the rest of the class, biting her lip again and clenching her legs as the upright position suddenly made her feel like she had to pee even worse.
Fighting the urge to hold herself Hermione quickly walked to the rug and took off her shoes, eager to sit down again where it would be easier to ignore her need.
"Everyone situated?" Miss Lubar called after a moment and when the class all chorused that they were, in fact, ready; she opened to the bookmarked page and began to read. "Bruce Bogtrotter and the Cake. 'How can she get away with it?' Lavender said to Matilda. 'Surely the children go home and tell their mothers and fathers. I know my father would raise a terrific stink if I told him the Headmistress had grabbed me by the hair and slung me over the playground fence.'"
Hermione shifted in her place on the story rug, trying to find a position that was comfortable and helped her to not wet herself.
Not that that was going to happen.
It definitely wasn't.
Whimpering quietly to herself she shifted her position again, a jet of pee escaping into her underwear when she lifted herself from the floor and, moaning, she quickly slammed herself down on her heel, feeling warm wetness seep through her panties and onto her sock.
"…other teachers came in with her. She was carrying a riding crop in her right hand…"
Sniffling, Hermione tried to force her attention back on the story but barely three minutes passed before another wave of desperation hit her and, blinking back tears, Hermione found herself wishing story time (normally her favorite part of the day) would be over.
"Hey, budge up over there, let me get closer. I can't hear," Tommy Marsden whispered, trying to nudge her over.
Hermione squeaked in panic as she was pushed off of her heal and she felt herself start peeing. Quickly she scooted over for Tommy and jammed a hand between her legs, clenching every muscle she could and trying to stop it from coming out.
Tommy looked at her strangely.
What's wrong with you?" he demanded in a whisper and Hermione felt a couple tears stream down her face.
"N-nothing," she managed after a couple seconds, thankfully managing to get control of herself.
Tommy shrugged doubtfully and turned away from her, refocusing on the story. Hermione took the opportunity to chance a glance down at her skirt. What she could see of it looked dry but based off the feel she was willing to bet her butt was a little wet. Probably the rug too.
"The cook stood there like a shriveled bootlace, tight-lipped, implacable, disapproving. She looked as though her mouth was full of lemon juice," Miss Lubar read and once again Hermione tried to force her attention back to the story.
And once again it didn't last long.
She was quickly reaching the end of her rope and she was starting to seriously doubt her ability to hold herself.
She had a hand permanently stuffed between her legs now, her skirt bunched up awkwardly around her hand and it wasn't helping.
She kept spurting into her panties. She could feel it coming out. Slowly. So slowly… and it was torture.
Why couldn't the story and the quiz be over so she could go to the bathroom already?
A thought occurred to her then that made her worry. What if she made it through story time and the quiz but then she couldn't get her skirt down in time?
Or, even worse, what if she didn't make it through story time and the quiz?
She wanted to get a good grade on the quiz and she didn't want to miss any of the story but… she didn't want to wet herself either.
Should she ask to go to the bathroom? She could make it quick and then hurry back.
Or… or maybe there was another option…
An idea occurred to her and, chewing on her lip nervously, she considered it.
Maybe… maybe she could just let a little out. Just a little bit. Just enough to feel a little bit better. To make it a little easier to concentrate. Not enough to be very noticeable, but…
Heart pounding, she looked anxiously around. No one was watching her… and she wouldn't have to miss any of the story…
If she just let a tiny bit out and then stopped it might make it easier on herself.
Heart beating wildly Hermione made up her mind. She would do. Just enough to feel a little better… but not enough to cause wetness she couldn't hide. It would work.
Nodding to herself she slowly moved her hand and allowed herself to unclench a little… pee burst out of her, fast wetting her skirt and the floor she was sitting on.
Quickly Hermione jammed both hands back between her legs but it didn't help; she just kept peeing and, panicked, she found herself frantically yelling for the teacher. "Miss Lubar I'm having an accident! I'm wetting myself!" she sobbed, tears coursing down her cheeks and at her words her classmates all scurried away from her.
"I knew it!" Tommy Marsden shouted gleefully and Hermione sobbed harder, finally managing to gain some control. Now she was sitting in a puddle though.
And she still had to go.
"Oh, honey, why didn't you say something?" Miss Lubar asked, concerned.
"I d-d-didn't want to miss the book," Hermione cried, still holding herself with both hands.
"We'll wait for you, hon, go to the bathroom," Miss Lubar said and nodding miserably Hermione made to get up but her poor abused bladder couldn't take it anymore and when she was only halfway to her feet it let go all on its own and she froze in horror, completely wetting herself.
It was like the floodgates had been opened and pee flowed through her panties and coursed down her legs, soaking into her socks and pooling around her feet.
Hermione stood there and cried while she peed.
When she was finished Miss Lubar put an arm around her and without a word guided her out of the classroom.
"It's okay, Hermione, accidents happen," she said gently. "Let's go get you cleaned up, all right?"
The nurse told Hermione she could pick something out from the lost and found bin and sniffling, wet and miserable, Hermione looked through it.
There was nothing that matched. She would look ridiculous in all of this stuff.
"Can we please call my parents?" she asked timidly. "They could bring me something."
"There's only an hour left to the day, if we do that then you may as well leave. Do you want to leave?" the nurse asked and, remembering the quiz, Hermione shook her head.
She didn't want to miss the quiz. What if it was important?
"Very good. I'll give you some privacy so you can change," the nurse said approvingly, walking into her office.
Sighing, Hermione turned back to the lost and found box. Nothing new had appeared in it and suddenly she found herself wishing fervently that her own clothes were clean and dry.
She didn't want to wear any of this stuff.
"Oh, good, you changed," the nurse commented, coming back in the room and startled, Hermione looked down at herself.
She hadn't changed. Her clothes were no longer dripping in urine though. In fact they were quite dry and clean.
Hermione could understand why the nurse had assumed she had changed.
There was no logical explanation for this and the little girl stared in shock.
"Hurry on back to class now," the nurse said, shooing her out and, dazed, Hermione went back out into the halls, already dreading the return to the classroom and the other students.
On the way she pondered her now dry skirt.
It just didn't make sense.
If the little girl didn't know better she would say it was magic.
That was, of course, impossible though…