Chapter 2
Hermione Granger hated tights. They were itchy and restricting and horrible, not to mention a huge inconvenience when going to the bathroom. But Hogwarts was freezing in midwinter, especially in the dungeons and tights were part of the uniform at that time of year. She had endured the monstrosities for five whole years until this year she decided that she had had enough. Over the summer she had taken an embarrassing trip with her mother to an undergarment store, where she was forced to be measured and fitted for some "grown up bras" as her mother called them. To her dismay she was now a large C cup and her mother bought her three very flattering new bras. She would have been more upset but she had argued her way down from the 5 that her mother had originally wanted to buy. However, on the way to the register she had spied them, thigh high stockings.
Rather than involving her mother, she returned to the store later and bought herself 3 different colors, nude, white, and black. She tried them on with her new uniform from Madame Malkins; somehow necessary since her breasts had grown and she had filled out a little over the summer. Her mother called it curviness, but Hermione just found it annoying that she needed new robes at all, until she tried on the stockings. Last year her skinny thighs would never have held up the stretchy material at the top, but now they stayed in place with ease and she realized she would never have to wear those wretched tights again. Her skirt fell to her knees and there was plenty of space between the bottom of the skirt and the top of the socks. No one could tell, she mused. She smiled happily as she undressed and packed her new treasures into her trunk as she wouldn't need them until the weather turned cold