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Hermione Granger and the Embarrassing Secret (Part 1)
🕑 Added 2016-12-12 18:14:34 +0000 UTCChapter 1
Hermione shifted uncomfortably on her seat as she waited for her friends to join her aboard the train. She donned her school uniform which consisted of the usual white shirt, Gryffindor tie and cardigan. Along with those she was wearing a dark pleated skirt with tights. However, what made her so uncomfortable and perhaps even paranoid, was what she was wearing underneath the tights.
The journey from King’s Cross to Hogwarts was a rather lengthy one and Hermione knew she would most likely fall asleep at some point. Accident prone as she was, she couldn’t risk making a mess on the train, especially with the whole school around. She had debated internally whether she should use a spell to stay awake for the whole trip, but had finally decided against it as those spells tended to last a lot longer than the duration of that trip. She wasn’t planning on staying up for 3 days straight, so she resigned to taking precautions.
Earlier that day she had put on a pair of Drynites, which were absorbent underwear made for bed wetting muggles. They were less absorbent than the nappies she wore to bed, but far more discreet. She had slipped them on rather matter-of-factly, to get it over with, not even looking at the childish flowery pattern they were exhibiting. They felt pretty much like normal underwear, except with elastics around the legs and a bit thicker. She even threw on a pair of grey knickers over them along with her black tights, to make sure it would muffle the crinkling sound. It was better than wearing her nappies for sure, but humiliating nonetheless.
The package was now sitting her suitcase. She wasn’t sure what she would do with those, but perhaps another occasion might arise when she would need them. She considered it for a moment, fighting death eaters in her Pull-Ups. In a way it only added to the irony of grown adult wizards getting outsmarted by teenagers. ‘’I’m more clever than you and I’m still in nappies’’ she could say.
Hermione Granger, the nappy-wearing witch. It was somewhat funny.
Harry and Ron entered her cabin and her thoughts soon left her childish underpants. Harry was as suspicious as ever of Draco Malfoy, believing he was now a death eater like his father. It wasn’t an utterly foolish accusation, although at 16 years old Draco was a bit young to fit the profile. Ron and Hermione tried to do their best to convince Harry it wasn’t possible, but he wouldn’t listen.
The subject deviated and they started talking about their summer. Hermione, obviously, omitted to talk about the full-force return of her nocturnal accidents, which she had grown quite apt at hiding, even if she was almost found out twice while hiding at The Burrow, once by Ginny and once by Ron when he entered her room without knocking. Fortunately she was quick to throw a book at him using a spell and to yell that she was changing and he promptly exited the room before seeing her in her nappy.
A few hours after leaving the station, Hermione was already feeling her eyes slowly begin to close. At that moment she was grateful she didn’t have to fight her slumber. She tried to be as subtle as possible when she awkwardly slipped her hands under her skirt to adjust the padding of her Drynites on her crotch through her tights, checking the leg holes to make sure there wouldn’t be any leaks.
When she was satisfied she leaned against Ron who was had already shut his eyes, his open mouth pressing against the train’s window. She had a last look at a pensive Harry before her eyelids closed.
