When Hermione woke the next morning, she was pleased to see that Malfoy had left her at one point during the night. Rolling clumsily out of bed she stumbled towards her bureau for a clean uniform. Dressing herself, she then quickly ran a brush carelessly through her hair, and was out the portrait hole on her way to the Great Hall in less than ten minutes. She was not one of those girls who spent hours getting ready by any standard.
Flopping onto an empty spot of bench at the Gryffindor table, she helped herself to a hearty serving of porridge. The Great Hall filled rapidly shortly after she had arrived, and she observed the yawning students as they entered, dragging their feet. It wasn't long before Ron and Harry walked in, and when they did she waved them over.
"Morning 'Mione." They said in unison, both sleepily staring at their empty plates before they began to slowly fill them. As Ron's eyes drooped heavily and he nose-dived into his eggs, Harry turned on Hermione.
"Mione, you aren't hiding anything from us, are you?" He asked, a curious expression plaguing his face. Hermione had to clamp a hand to her mouth to prevent herself from projecting her pumpkin juice across the table.
"N-no of course I'm not Harry. What—why, would you think that?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"I don't know, it just seems like you've been more reserved lately, that's all." He said. "But if you say nothing's wrong, then I believe you." He took a bite of toast as she took another swig of juice. "I mean, it's not like you're doing anything crazy, like snogging Malfoy or anything." He laughed at the idea. This time, Hermione couldn't catch herself in time, and she spat out her pumpkin juice, right across the table, on Ron.
Ron jerked awake, eggs and saliva polluted juice dripping from his face.
"I didn't do it!" he yelled, still half dreaming. Harry offered him a napkin.
"Here mate, I think you could use this." Ron accepted the napkin and mopped his face with it, removing what gunk he could.
"I'm sorry about that Ron." Hermione said bashfully. "It was an accident."
"Oh, no worries 'Mione, I was going to wake up sooner or later, better sooner before I snorted a bit of egg or something." Ron said before blowing his nose noisily into the napkin. Hermione stood and smoothed her skirt down.
"Well I'm off, I'll see you two later." She started to walk down the aisle between the tables but she could not help but notice that her skirt and blouse felt a bit tight.
Hmm, I must have eaten too much at breakfast. She supposed, and kept walking towards her first class, Advanced Muggle Studies. Today they were going to be able to go on a thing called a 'computer' that teenage muggles were particularly fond of, and Hermione was excited.
Her first class passed quickly, but when she stood up to walk to the potions dungeon, she began to worry. Her clothes were now pinching at her body, and the waist band of her skirt was digging uncomfortably into her lower abdomen while the buttons of her blouse looked as if they were about to pop right off. Plus, if it could get any more humiliating, her knickers where tightening as well! And very painfully so.
What is going on with me! What is happening to my clothes? She thought, panicked. Rushing into Snape's classroom and dropping into her assigned seat next to Malfoy as quickly and inconspicuously as she could, she tried to cover herself in her cloak. She had finally thought she was safe, at least momentarily, under her cloak and behind her desk, when the button that held her shirt closed on front of her breasts snapped off and rolled under the desk in front of her. Malfoy smirked, highly amused, from the spot next to her.
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath.
This is NOT happening. I don't even know what is causing this, so it CAN'T be happening. She thought hysterically. Oh that's it! I'm getting out of here!
Hermione stood, cloak wrapped tight around her body, and turned towards the door. She took one step and smashed into someone's chest. Hermione could tell by the wretched cologne and starchy robes that this was not the person she wanted to bump into right before leaving class unexcused.
Snape.
"Going somewhere, Miss Granger?" He drawled in his slimy, unpleasant voice, attracting the attention of the class. She looked up at him, and prayed to Merlin that he would be in a good mood for once.
There is no way that I could possibly be getting any bigger, so it for sure has to be my clothes that are shrinking. How did- who did this to my wardrobe?
"Sir, there is something wrong with my clothes and I need to-" Snape interrupted her mid-sentence.
"Aww well isn't that touching, a real tear jerker Miss Granger. Sit in your seat, you aren't going anywhere." He brushed past her to the front of the class.
"But Professor! I need to leave before-" This time it wasn't Snape that interrupted her, but she wished that it had been. Hermione cringed horribly at the loud ripping sound that came from under her cloak. Hermione's panties, now about as small as a little girl's knickers, fell to her ankles in a tiny, torn heap. The potions dungeon erupted into uproarious laughter, including a few unapologetic Gryffindors. Hermione blushed scarlet, her face so red and heated that it was quite possible that she could explode at any moment.
Hermione felt someone move beside her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Malfoy stoop to pick up the frayed panties. After giving them a quick look-over, he allowed them to dangle from his finger.
"Up for grabs." He said, not even trying to hide the laughter behind his voice.
That-that-that… PIG! That pompous bastard!
She snatched them from his slack grip and balled them up in her tightly clenched fist. Enraged, she turned on him, forgetting momentarily that she was still under the scrutiny of all the seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins.
"You are a despicable, perverted, e-evil… poncy, slimy, de-death eater to be Draco Malfoy! And I HATE you!" She was seething so much that she had to struggle to get her words out. They kept coming viciously though. "SO the next time you even THINK about coming near me you dastardly brute, you can just take the same advice I would give to Voldemort if he were here, and GO TO HELL!"
Her livid expression bore into him as she huffed and puffed, but his eyes showed no inkling of remorse for embarrassing her in front of two houses and her least favorite professor. From the seats behind them, a Gryffindor boy spoke up from the heavy silence that had fallen on the room.
"Hey Malfoy," He whispered hurriedly. "Paper or plastic? Because you just got bagged!" A few of the surrounding muggle-born Gryffindors snickered to themselves, but Malfoy, not understanding what he meant, retorted,
"Shove off you insolent brat, before I make you!"
"Miss Granger!" Snape pointed to the door.
"Oh don't even say it! Twenty points from Gryffindor and go see Dumbledore. I know! Don't you worry, I would be glad to go see the headmaster!" She shot Malfoy one final glare before stomping off as quickly as she could without exposing herself even further.