"Well well," Hermione said, looking down at the tiny pale girl in her hand. "What do we have here? A little sneak trying to get her hands on my prized toy?"

Pansy struggled fruitlessly against Hermione's fingers. Pansy was a very pale girl and very thin as well. Hermione looked at Pansy's naked body with relish for a few seconds—she was attractive only to guys who liked girls that were sticks, thought Hermione. She also noted with a dry satisfaction that Pansy's chest had not filled out in any way as impressively as Hermione's.

"Let me go!" Pansy squealed, kicking fingers that were half the size of her own body. "When Professor Snape—"

"Oh, so Snape put you up to this!" Hermione said, comically exaggerating surprise upon learning this. "I guess that makes sense. I dowbt you're clever enough to brew up Polyjuice Potion yourself."

Pansy started to say something in retort but all the air was forced from her lungs as Hermione squeezed Pansy easily between two fingers. She was amazed at how such a simple, effortless action had such an impact on little Pansy. The power she held over the shrunken girl excited her.

"Snape wanted to avoid being sacked, and you wanted a little Draco for yourself." Said Hermione. "So he sent you up here to collect him, didn't you? Though I don't think he gave you that potion to shrink me. You knicked that yourself, didn't you—and you couldn't tell it wasn't brewed right."

Hermione winced at the pain of the boils—she would have to care for them soon, but not before Pansy was punished. Hermione looked around for the potion vial Pansy had splashed on her and found it lying on the floor, a small measure of potion still inside. She picked it up and inspected the label.

"Pansy Parkinson and Neville Longbottom!" Hermione laughed, reading the label. "You tried to shrink me with your own potion and you didn't even know it wasn't right?"

Pansy retorted: "It would have been right if that Longbottom idiot hadn't—"

But the rest of Pansy's insult was lost as Hermione gripped Pansy so hard that her eyeballs were bulging out of her head, gasping in pain.

"How DARE you insult Neville!" Hermione snarled. "You've bullied and mistreated him this entire year in Potions. You've always been horrible to him! And Harry and Ron too! I'm going to make sure you pay."

Hermione whipped out her wand and pointed it directly at Hermione. The wand was twice as long as Pansy and thicker than her leg, and the tiny girl looked at it in fear.

"I bet one jinx would vaporize you, tiny as you are." Hermione said. "And I will if you say one more word about Neville or any other Gryffindor. Now STAND STILL!"

Pansy was frozen to the spot, eyes glued on Hermione's wand hand as it moved away from her and picked up the vial of incorrect shrinking potion.

"Your potion really did a number on me." Hermione said, holding the vail above Pansy, starting to tip it. "But it would be rude if I didn't share some with you, right?"

"NO!" Pansy said as she tried to run. Hermione grabbed Pansy's legs between two fingers of her left hand and held her quite still as she allowed a single drop of the mangled potion fall into Pansy's head.

Pansy screamed in agony as soon as the drop touched her skin. It was the equivalent of a small cauldronfull to her and it burned white hot as it rolled down her face and onto her chest, leaving the skin red and bubbly where it touched.

"Ah, such a tiny layer of skin at your size." Hermione said, observing the potion's effects. "But I don't think you've learned your lesson yet."

Hermione let a few more drops fall onto Pansy. The potion rolled down her back, her chest, onto her stomach and crotch, over her butt and down her legs. No longer needing to hold Pansy, Hermione released Pansy allowing her to collapse to the floor where she laid there sprawled out, whimpering. Almost every inch of Pansy's body was now bright red and sprouting ugly boils. Despite Hermione's anger for having been attacked and almost shrunk by Pansy, she felt a small measure of pity for the girl.

"Let's get cleaned up." Hermione muttered, and reached for the pocket where she had been keeping Draco Malfoy. To her surprise, she found that Draco was hanging over the edge of the pocket and had been watching the entire scene unfold, his eyes wide with horror. He flinched as Hermione plucked him out and held him to her face.

"Do you think that was a little extreme?" Hermione asked. When Draco didn't immediately answer, she said, "What, would you rather had Pansy keep you as a shrunken pet instead of me?"

"N-no, your majesty." Draco said, nervously looking between Hermione and the quivering form of Pansy. Hermione felt that there was more than fear compelling Draco to answer that way—there was something about Pansy he feared in this state.

Hermione grinned at Ron as she placed him down on the bed next to her. She reached in her cuppord and pulled out a small bottle of Essance of Dittany.

"You two are going to treat my wounds, seeing that it is your fault that they are there in the first place." Said Hermione. She rationalized that Draco was responsible too for it was for him that Pansy came up to Gryffindor Tower in the first place.

Hermione stood up and grabbed her robes, lifting them over her head. Draco watched transfixed as great expanses of white skin revealed themselves to him. Hermione was wearing a bra and panties under her Hogwarts robe, and there was clearly a large arc of boiled skin along the right side of her body that started below her stomach and arched up to her neck.

But Hermione was not done undressing—she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, pulling it off and tossing it aside. Even Pansy looked up from her whimpering to gaze upon Hermione's great chest, two huge soft silky orbs hanging high above them. Malfoy's mouth fell open in astonishment and lust. Part of Hermione's right breast had been affected by the potion, but other than that there was nothing to take away from the overpowering feminine figure towering over them.

Hermione looked down at the awed tiny pipsqueaks. Despite the pain she felt from the boils along her side Hermione felt extremely sexy, feminine, and strong under their looks. It was certainly a rush to be seen this way, she thought. And now they were going to service her, tiny servants upon a giantess's body.

"I'm going to lay back and you are going to dab this on my wounds." Said Hermione, handing Draco an eyedropper that was almost as large as he was. He took it, handling it clumsily. "Take some of these tissues and rub it in carefully, I don't want it to sting too much." Hermione pulled a few tissues from her bedside table and holding them out to Pansy. Pansy, who was still sobbing in pain, did not take them.

"I guess you're not of much use in this state." Said Hermione, and she took the eyedropper of dittany out of Malfoy's hands. "Here. It will only hurt for a moment."

Pansy screamed as the first drops of dittany hit her skin, but almost as soon as it touched the boils started repairing themselves. Pansy's yells turned to panting as the painful healing begun, and soon her breathing slowed and she began to calm down. The pain was gone and so were the boils, but the skin was still red and blotchy where the potion had hit. It would take a better potion than dittany to completely repair the skin, but Hermione neither had one nor felt it that important to get one in a hurry.

"All right, then." Hermione said, handing the eyedropper from the bottle of dittany back to Draco. "Get started. I'm going to be catching up on some background reading while you work, but don't think that means I won't be keeping track of you!"

Hermione reclined slowly on her bed, Draco watching intently as the giant breasts settled across her chest. Hermione grabbed "A history of Wizarding Government and Education in the German states, 1600-1750" and began to read.

Draco beckoned Pansy forward, knowing if they didn't start immediately Hermione would become angry again. Very reluctantly, Pansy followed Draco. He tried not to look at her too much. It was true, Draco had lusted after Pansy before, but he had never been that interested in her—Pansy had nowhere near the brains of Hermione—and in recent months, didn't have the body either. True, Draco did fantasize many times about the things he would do with Pansy's thin, meekly submitting body, but he would have never been able to respect her, see her more than anything than a sycophant and a piece of ass.

Not like Hermione. Though the girl was a mudblood and a Gryffindor, Draco had always been impressed by her intellect and her strong, independent personality. She had always been cute to Draco, but in this year she had exploded into full-fledged hotness in his mind. His sneers and his jabs were there to cover up his shame at being attracted to Hermione—after all, what would his father, Draco's friends, and the other Slytherins say if they knew he desired a mudblood?

Draco couldn't help but feel excited as he climbed up the warm, soft side of Hermione's stomach just inches above her waistline. Lying down, her body rose a little higher than they were tall. Draco helped the reluctant Pansy up as well. Though Pansy was now naked before Draco for the first time he found himself not caring that much. The red, discolored skin of her body didn't help.

Draco dripped some of the dittany onto one of Hermione's wounds. He felt her stomach rise under him as she inhaled sharply but she otherwise didn't react. Looking at Pansy he pointed to the spot where he dripped the Dittany, indicating she should go over there with the tissue and dab at it. Pansy did so, but very reluctantly and slowly.

Soon Draco found he worked better when he was on his hands and knees, spreading the dittany with the tissue after he dropped it. Pansy wasn't moving half as fast as Draco, and was giving him reproachful glances at the apparent enjoyment Draco was having at it. A few times it looked like Pansy wanted to say something but every time Pansy opened her mouth Draco would look away—he didn't feel much like talking to her.

Hermione smiled as she felt the little bodies upon her, working to heal her injured skin. A few times she found herself in the midst of a daydream, her eyes sliding out of focus as she read the chapter on the Cologne Witches' Council of 1668 and instead thinking of the two little Slytherins moving their way up her stomach. A few times she was tempted to take her hand off the book and let it slide down her front until she reached her…but no, she wasn't going to go that far. At least not yet.

Draco had reached the bottom of Hermione's breast. The gentle mound was between knee and waste high to him and it was almost the size of his whole body, although in volume it was much greater. He watched it move up and down slowly to Hermione's breathing. He had the desire to take a break from his work and lay himself across it.

Knowing he had to climb on it to heal the wounds that dotted the one side, Draco hoisted himself on top, relishing in the sensual softness as the breast sunk slightly under his weight. He heard Hermione let out a slow breath from above and felt her chest fall slowly, gradually, tantalizingly. Trying not to forget his task, Draco dabbed the dittany onto the side of Hermione's breast and spent perhaps longer than he otherwise would have rubbing it in.

The sun was setting as Draco and Pansy reached the top of Hermione's chest. Pansy had wanted nothing to do with Hermione's breast and had waited until Draco was done to go around it to her upper chest. At the very end Hermione put her book down and watched the last of their progress. She was very pleased with the effort Draco was putting into his work.

"Very good." Hermione said as they finished. "I feel a whole lot better now. Thanks for repairing the damage Miss Parkinson did, Draco." Hermione glowered at Pansy. Pansy, whose reddened skin shown sickly in the light of the sunset, cowered under the glare.

"I think I'm going to need a relaxing evening bath." Hermione said. "It's been a pretty exhausting day." Hermione started to sit up, a hand each closing around Draco and Pansy.

"I'm going to keep you here, Pansy." Hermione said. She opened up her dresser drawer and had her hand upon a clean sock for a second when she paused, closed the drawer, and reached down to the floor. Hermione picked up an old sock, one that had seen an entire day's worth of walking throughout the castle. Smirking at Pansy's look of horror, Hermione dropped Pansy down the high-ankled sock, shaking it so the sneaking Slytherin fell clear into the toe of the sock. Hermione relished in the fact that Pansy was far smaller than her own foot.

Hoping the sock stunk very much and Pansy would remain highly uncomfortable, Hermione spun the end of the sock and tied it to a knob on her dresser. She then turned her attention to Draco in her other hand, who was clutched there looking at her uncertainly.

"You've been a good boy," Hermione said. "But you're not off the hook yet. You have more work to do if you want to stay in my good graces!"

Malfoy looked up at Hermione's stern face as he forced himself to look away from his chest. Naked and with her giant fingers pressing in on him from all sides, it was impossible to hide anything from Hermione, and he was trying his best not to get himself in trouble.

Hermione closed her hand around Draco and walked to the other end of the dormitory where the bathroom was located. She placed Draco on the sink next to the tub and closed the door. She drew the shade over the window leaving nothing but the intimate glow of a single candle as the only source of light.

Bending over the tub Hermione started the bath water. While it was filling, Draco watched Hermione pull various supplies from the cupboard opposite the tub. Draco could not see what she was taking out, but he supposed it all had to do with a job she was about to make him do.

The bath water soon reached a satisfactory level and Hermione turned off the tap, the last few drops of water dripping into place. The shirtless Hermione then turned to face Draco, a mischievous smile on her face. Draco couldn't help but be awed looking at her—from his vantage point he was just below her belly button and her naked torso and face towered over him, her hair hanging around her face like the branches of a weeping willow.

"I think there are some ways you can help me in here." Hermione said, her smile twisting. She took a step or two back so that Draco could see her more fully. She brought her hands to the top of her panties, her thumbs playing under the seams, stretching them.

"Can't get into the bath with this on," Hermione almost whispered, thumbs on her panties. And then, slowly, she began to remove them.


Author's Note: Thanks for reading and I hope you review! I am getting worried that I have pushed the "M" rating as far as it can go without it becoming "M-A", which is not technically allowed here. I might have to resort to posing the rest of the story as I write it on another site, while posting "edited" versions here. For the next few scenes I have in mind are quite explicit! Any suggestions for what to do about my predicament would be appreciated too!