Hermione woke up with a start, backing up on her four poster bed as she tried to adjust her eyes to the darkness. She was quite disoriented after the bizarre nightmare she had just had and noticed that she was drenched in sweat. Her satin nightgown stuck to her skin and she decided that she needed some fresh air to cool off. Getting down from her bed, she used her wand to cast some light as it was a moonless evening and the girls' dormitory was in complete darkness.

Treading softly around the beds so as not to wake up the other girls, Hermione made her way to a narrow window on the opposite side of the room which was incidentally the only window in the entire dormitory. The reason for there being only one window was explained by the previous headmasters' and headmistresses' fear of boys getting into the dorm which Hermione thought was quite silly. 'I know exactly what to do if any boys try to get into our dorm, I'll just fire a stinging hex right at his dong', murmured Hermione to herself with a giggle, surprised at her own vulgarity.

She stumbled over something on the ground and almost fell, gasping and grabbing onto a nearby bedpost to steady herself. It was someone's school trunk and she glanced down crossly at the sleeping owner. Open mouthed and snoring, Lavender, the owner, seemed to be in a deep, peaceful sleep, clad only in a tiny pair of crimson panties, her plump, round breasts hidden by the ridiculously large teddy bear she was curled up with.

Averting her eyes from the voluptous figure with a frown, Hermione finally made it to the window, gulping in the fresh air and looking out at the starry sky, shivering slightly as the breeze blew through her soaked gown. She decided she would get a chill in the morning if she stood there with her wet gown so she pulled it off over her head and let it drop to the ground, relishing the feel of the cool night air as it nipped at her bare skin. After she had dried herself, she picked up her damp gown and walked towards the dormitory entrance, a sudden thought coming to her head.

Standing naked by the window had somewhat aroused her and she felt a moistness spreading between her thighs along with a desire to do something sexy and dangerous. She contemplated walking down to the prefects' bathroom, which was two floors below the Gryffindor common room to have a bath. With just her wand to cover her nakedness, it was quite uncharacteristic of her to want to do something like this and she began to think of how humiliating it would be if someone were to encounter her.

Nevertheless, she pushed aside these thoughts and bravely opened the dormitory door and peeked down at the common room, which was entirely devoid of any fellow Gryffindors. This was no surprise as it was half past two in the morning and she assured herself that no one would be out and about at this time.

The fires were still burning dimly as she tiptoed past the comfy armchairs, glancing edgily towards the boys' dormitory and hurrying to the exit with her wand at her side. Hoping that the Fat Lady was asleep, Hermione opened the portrait door, which swung towards her with a slight creak and stepped out hastily, taking care not to shut the door as she would otherwise have to wake the Fat Lady up, who was now snoring loudly, to get back in.

Her heart pounding in her chest, she looked around at the dimly lit landing, her eyes sweeping warily over the paintings on the walls, whose owners were all fast asleep or were at least pretending to be. She had barely taken two steps when she suddenly heard a burst of laughter and the sound of footsteps coming towards her.

Panicking, she looked around wildly for a place to hide but there was nowhere to go. Squeezing herself against the wall with her bare skin grazing on the cold stone, she froze in place as the footsteps came nearer, hoping that the shadows would conceal her.

As the voices became clearer she realized with horror who it was. There was no mistaking them, it was Harry and Ron, talking quite loudly and cheerfully about something and she thought she caught the words '...probably a hairy cunt'. What in the world had they been doing outside at this hour, thought Hermione desperately, a single bead of sweat trickling down her back and settling down between her small curved butt-cheeks.

They were now only a few feet away from her and she crossed her fingers, hoping feverishly that they wouldn't notice her. As they came into view, she noticed them walking somewhat unsteadily, arms around each other and Ron swaying dangerously with a bottle of what looked like Firewhisky in his hand. She stood as still as a statue, wishing she could somehow melt into the wall and back into the common room.

Just then, Ron lost his balance and staggered towards her, pulling Harry along with him and she gasped as he tripped over her leg, Ron crying out in surprise and clawing at her as all three of them crashed to the ground.

Hermione, now stunned with shock, tried to get to her feet but she was buried under Ron and her efforts were in vain, he was too heavy to push off. She finally managed to slide out from under him and was about to jump to her feet but she heard a sharp snapping sound just then as Ron rolled onto her wand.

Shrieking in horror, Hermione pushed him away, quite forgetting her predicament. This prompted Ron to heave himself to his feet, surprisingly fast considering his inebriated state and grab her shoulder firmly, pointing his wand in her direction and muttering 'Lumos'.

Hermione was temporarily blinded by the light which was shining directly at her face and she squinted, shielding her eyes with her hands instead of the rest of her body which was completely exposed.

'Bloody hell Hermione, what the 'ell are you doing here?', gasped Ron in amazement, goggling at her as she brought her hands down with all possible haste, remembering that she was unclothed.

'Seven hells, are you...you're naked!' sputtered Ron, unable to believe what he was seeing.

'Blimey Harry, look at this, are you seeing this, it's Hermione and...a-and she is starkers!' blurted out Ron looking round at Harry who was just getting to his feet.

'Oh Ron, I c-can explain, p-please keep your voice d-down, just p-p-lease go inside the c-common room and t-to your dorms and I'll c-come and tell you what happened.'

'Blimey, I don't know Hermione, you're n-naked ', replied Ron, gaping at her awkwardly, his face reddening as he wrestled with the question of whether or not he should look at her. Hermione, who was simply shaking in embarassment and distress, was doing a bad job of covering her boobs and Ron could not stop staring at her pale but firm breasts.

'Are you alright Hermione, did something happen, why are you outside and w-what happened to your clothes?', stammered Harry, who by now had come to his senses and was looking in shock at the naked girl in front of him.

Hermione was speechless, literally lost for words and she could only stare at the two perplexed faces in front of her. In the middle of this exruciatingly painful moment, she couldn't help feeling a rush of warmth coursing all over her body even though it was quite cold in the hallway. She could feel a tingling sensation between her legs and a peculiar sort of emptiness in her vagina, as if it were magically expanding itself and something began to moisten her fingers which were crossed over her legs to cover her modesty.

Dazed and completely taken over by this sudden influx of emotions, she almost forgot where she was and had an irresisitible urge to slide her fingers inside her now throbbing pussy and to her horror, her middle finger, as though it had a mind of its own, inched downwards, circling around her pulsing hole and edging slowly between her wet lips.

'HERMIONE!'

Hermione was jerked back into reality as Ron yelled her name. He was looking at her in a weird way, his eyes now shamelessly running over her body, taking everything in with an unmistakeably hungry expression on his face. Harry, who was right beside him, stood rigidly with his hands clenched into fists, his gaze piercing through Hermione, as she bit down hard on her lower lip to try and curb the flood of emotions, drawing blood in the process.

As she licked away at the droplets of blood, Ron moved slowly and unsteadily towards her, getting so close that she could smell the Firewhisky and cigarettes on his breath, all the while keeping his eyes locked on to hers, immobilising her with his stare. Without warning, he reached out suddenly and pulled the hand covering her warm breasts, exposing her erect little nipples which were getting harder and extremely tender as he pushed her hand down with an uncharacteristic roughness, making her realize how intoxicated he must be.

She watched him anxiously, a mixture of fear and awe clouding her senses and gasping as he clamped his fingers down on both of her nipples, tugging hard and making her cry out in pain. Ignoring her cries, he pulled her closer, her nipples now bruised and aching as he squeezed on them fiercely.

'Ron, what are you doing?' screamed Hermione, 'Stop it! Let me go! What's wrong with you, you're hurting me!'.

She tried to prise his fingers away from her stinging nipples to no avail and she flailed her arms out at him to try and slap some sense back into him. However, this only seemed to provoke him even further and to her immense shock, he responded by slapping her hard across her face and as she turned to look at him in disbelief, he slapped her across the other cheek, even harder this time, knocking the wind out of her as he did so.

Dizzy and disoriented, she tried to focus, breathing hard, tears welling up in her eyes as her face burned from the brutal strikes she had just been dealt. She saw Ron looking down at her with an unapologetic expression and she looked to Harry in desperation, pleading with her eyes as the lump in her throat made it hard to say anything.

Harry gave her a cold look and proceeded to step around Ron to her left, casually brushing her hair with his hand as he moved behind her. Bewildered and scared, Hermione tried to process what was happening and attempted to turn around but was roughly pulled back by Ron pinching her nipples harder than ever.

As she shrieked in agony, she felt Harry's hands cupping around her butt-cheeks and he squeezed them hard, making her jump and stay on her toes before he proceeded to smack her ass cheeks repeatedly, prompting her to shield her buttocks with her hands, still facing Ron. This did not seem to bother Harry as he simply grabbed both her hands and held them firmly with one of his.

She was now unable to move, locked in position both by her nipples and her hands behind her back. Tears started flowing down her cheeks as she tried to fathom what her two best friends were doing to her.

'Please Harry, p-please Ron, p-please let me go, d-don't do this' begged Hermione, sobbing back tears and hoping that they would realise how much they were hurting her. To her dismay, she received another sharp spank from behind, inducing laughter from Ron, who finally released her nipples, causing an involuntary moan of relief from Hermione.

'Alright Hermione, I promise to play nice', smirked Ron mockingly and began to gently rub her nipples with his thumb, causing Hermione to whine and quiver on her toes.

'Shut up Hermione, we don't want any of these portaits to wake up, so be quiet and we might just go easy on you', bossed Ron, licking his thumbs and forefingers while he rubbed her bruised nipples.

Hermione said nothing, sobbing silently as she tried to think of a way to persuade the boys to stop whatever they were trying to do. Harry was now shamelessly trying to force her legs open as she had locked them together and she wailed as he forced his hand between her legs. This earned her another hard slap from Ron and he grabbed her by the throat, squeezing hard and making her choke and struggle as he brought his lips to her ears.

'Be quiet Hermione, if you scream again I'll be very angry' , whispered Ron in a low, calm voice that terrified Hermione.