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Very nice, I'm always glad to see some good Harry Potter omorashi stories.

Keep up the good work.

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Thanks Garrus! I'm actually gonna put the second chapter up in a few minutes, just fine tuning. This is my first time writing female omorashi...as far as it goes, I think I actually enjoy it more ;) 

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This is probably the best story ever! If you keep describing awesome wettings and insanely cute panties I'll read every chapter repeatedly. Seriously great story here! Braaaaaavo

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((Thanks again for the encouraging commentary! This chapter is a little bit long, sorry about that. For the story's sake I had to try and fit three wettings in here...Hope I did okay, I was trying to make them detailed, but not too long. Thanks for reading and leave any comments at the end :) )) 

 

Chapter Three: (Hermione) Seeing Is Believing

 

The nerve of that foul loathsome snake! Hermione thought as she was whirled down into the Pensive. Inky black swirled in front of her, forming the school grounds. She was not impressed. She stayed where she was, waiting for the memory, if that's what this even was, to begin. She crossed her arms, looking around. It was after finals, first year judging by Lavender Brown's significant lack of make up as the girl walked past. She watched how the people around the very edges shimmered slightly, voices echoing as the non-important walked away. Yes, this was a memory. The verification was sour in her mouth. Fine. Might as well see what Malfoy had against her, better to be prepared.

 

“I've always heard Hogwarts end of the year exams were frightful! But I found them rather enjoyable,” Hermione heard a younger, more shrill version of herself say from behind. She turned around to watch.

 

“Speak for yourself,” Ron scoffed before they both turned their attention to Harry, who's scar was hurting him.

 

“Let's go do something to get your mind off it,” Hermione said soothingly, “I've got a no spill, self-refilling pitcher of lemonade in my bag. We can go sit down by the lake and talk.”

 

Hermione felt heat rise in her cheeks. She remembered this day. It was the last day of finals their first year, and she had definitely wet her panties. She'd been so frightened about being late to one of her tests that she couldn't eat lunch. Instead, she just drank goblet after goblet of pumpkin juice and ended up squirming all through her Transfiguration final. Despite really needing to have a pee, she ended up knowing every question and feeling really confident at the end of her test. It put her in such a good mood that she forgot her need. Plus, they were out of classes early and it was a nice day. She'd kept that lemonade on a chill-spell too, knowing she'd want to share it with her friends when they were all finished. She'd forgotten all about it until Harry needed cheering.

 

Hermione watched her younger self walk down to the lakeside with her friends, keeping a bit behind them. That's when she noticed him. Draco, the little maggot, was following slowly and silently, keeping in the trees. She saw his eyes trained on the younger version of herself, face flushed a little with impish glee. She remembered that he'd sat behind her during that test. Her face heated more when she realized the little pervert had probably been watching her fidget during the test, and knew she had to use the toilet. Oh Merlin, she had a bad feeling about this...

 

Her train of thought broke when they got to the lakeside, Draco keeping cover in the trees off to the side of the path. Her younger self, Harry, and Ron all picked out their usual shady spot, away from everyone else. Hermione watched herself pull the pitcher of lemonade out of her bag and three glasses. She handed it to Harry first, who smiled a little as he poured the yellow liquid into the glass. Hermione bit her lip as she watched her younger self's face pale a little, eyes widen. Yes, she remembered that too. How abruptly her throbbing need to use the loo came back the second Harry started pouring lemonade into his glass. The sound and sight of it made her nearly let go right there into the grass. Hermione watched herself shift and fidget as though trying to get comfortable. In reality she was trying not to pee her panties in front of her friends. She was desperate, she remembered it, and how horrified she was that she couldn't leave to find somewhere to go. She'd been the one to suggest the lemonade after all.

 

Ron poured his glass and Hermione moved again, but pouring her own was the very worst. It was cold in her hand and she'd accidentally poured too much so that it spilled a bit over her fingers. Hermione remembered how her body almost mimicked the action and she'd made a face, blushing.

 

“Whoops, better drink that down,” Ron chuckled. He had misinterpreted the face she made, thank God, but she nodded meekly and had to take a couple gulps of the cold drink. She could almost feel again how the gulps had gone straight into her bladder. Harry had simply asked her if it was sour when made a face at nearly wetting again. Hermione watched the scene unfolding with a dark blush on her cheeks, glancing back at Draco who was grinning at each desperate movement her younger self was making. Younger Hermione sipped at her lemonade politely through their conversations, her movements discrete and slight despite how badly she was busting for the loo. She only drank big gulps of lemonade when her friends pointed out that she wasn't, but they had quit pestering her about it after the conversation turned to Quidditch. And then the boys were lost, practically ignoring Hermione all together. At the time, Hermione couldn't have asked for more, even though she'd normally be annoyed. They weren't paying her any attention, so she was able to squirm and hold herself without them noticing.

 

Hermione watched the scene with an ever present blush on her cheek, glancing now and then to Draco who was grinning with glee as he watched her. It creeped her out, what a little pervert! Who gets off at watching girls pee themselves, anyway? Probably the same type of pervert who gets off on peeing themselves, a little voice snickered deep inside her, sharply reminding Hermione of her wet panties and stained skirt. She forced the feelings away and watched the scene again.

 

“Hey look its the squid,” Ron pointed out as the creature surfaced and started swimming lazily across the lake. Its tentacles slapped loudly against the water and Hermione watched her younger self freeze up with a look of horror on her face.

 

“What's wrong, don't like the squid?” Harry asked, though Hermione hadn't remembered him saying anything. The sound of the squid's tentacles slapping against the water had been too much for her over full body to handle. Hermione blushed and fidgeted as she looked on, privately recalling how a hot stream of pee had suddenly soaked her panties and started flowing into the grass where she sat.

 

“Hermione?” Harry asked again, obviously having been worried. When he called her name it snapped her out of it and she cut off the stream mid flow. She couldn't wet herself in front of her friends, she just couldn't!

 

“I'm fine,” she lied, “But I am starting to get a little cold.”

 

“Let's go back to the castle,” Harry agreed, “My head hurts.”

 

“Maybe you should see the nurse...” Ron started to say as Hermione packed up the glasses and the pitcher. She could almost feel it again, how careful and slow she had to be, fearing she was going to have a full accident right there. She started walking with them down the path that led to castle, her body stiff from her efforts. Hermione remembered how hard it was, how painful. With each step her body was trying to release the contents of her bladder. It didn't care who was watching, just that it was full and it needed to be emptied, and had been needing to be emptied since before her Transfiguration final. They were half way, just a bit past the boat house when another hot stream shot out into her panties. Hermione gasped and dropped her bag, squatting down to pick it up.

 

“You okay?” Ron asked her, frowning in concern when she didn't get up. Hermione's face burned with shame as she watched from lower on the hill, standing next to where Draco was hiding. From that angle, he could see everything and so could she. Pee was running down her thighs and spurting into the grass from under her skirt. Hermione could recall how mortified she was that she was having a real accident in front of her friends. She pretended to be checking the bag, muttering something about thinking the glasses broke as the stream of pee slowed to a trickle and then stopped.

 

“Actually, I think I left my book back at the lake,” Hermione said as she stood up, holding the bag in front of her, just in case she had a wet spot on her skirt, “I'll catch up.” The boys shrugged and headed off while Hermione watched herself hurry back down the path, rolling her eyes as Draco scuttled off into the trees, following.

 

She couldn't go very fast, but at least with the boys gone she could hold herself. She dropped her bag on the path, not caring about the glasses, knowing she could repair them if they broke. Right now all that mattered was finding somewhere to have her accident without anyone seeing. Well, anyone besides the sick pervert following her in the memory. She followed Draco, watching herself from his perspective. Her younger self was wiggling and bouncing, moaning softly with her hands between her legs, shifting from foot to foot. They way she was moving was definitely suggestive at the very least. She watched herself look around desperately, eyes finally falling on the boathouse.

 

It was very much a beacon of hope to her. She knew no one ever went inside and it was probably unlocked. Her bladder gave a sharp pang and another small leak warmed her panties and wet her thighs. She had no time left. Memory Draco and Hermione both watched, following as she made a mad dash for the boat house door, ripping it open and slamming herself inside. They watched from the windows as she did a full potty dance while pulling up her skirt, showing off her pale pink cotton panties. Hermione blushed darkly as she watched herself squat down, spreading her legs so she wouldn't get anything else wet, and then moan in pleasure, loud enough to hear through the windows even, as she finally started peeing.

 

Hermione couldn't take her eyes off herself, surprised at how she looked while she had her accident. Her head was tossed back, eyes closed as her whole body relaxed while an impressive sized puddle grew around her. Worse, Hermione could remember just how great that had felt. She'd had to go so badly and every time she'd leaked it had felt so good...releasing everything like this after holding it for so long was the best feeling she'd ever had. Was this really how she'd gotten into her habit?

 

She glanced over at Draco and actually gave a yelp to find that he had his hand down the front of his pants as he watched her through the window. Gross! But still...on a logical level, she understood. They were elven, and even to Hermione back then, wetting her panties had given her a thrill like no other. She figured it had much done for Draco. She understood, but she didn't appreciate it in the slightest.

 

The scenery suddenly changed, warping. Second year, she knew it immediately. She was in the corridor where the Heir had written his threatening messages on the wall. Oh no, don't tell me...Hermione thought, blushing already. There was no WAY he could have seen this too! She could die right there and shut her eyes in mortification.

 

She'd almost been caught by Filch when she wet this time. Everything was just so stressful for her at the time, she recalled, with the Heir running about and attacking Muggleborns like herself. So that morning when she got up and used the loo, she'd left her panties on. It had felt so good to pee through them, it gave her a little rush and she felt a lot more relaxed. Plus...having them wet against her privates felt really nice. And yet, a little voice deep inside her reminded her just how good it would feel if she got really desperate and had to find somewhere to have an accident again...

 

It had almost cost her dearly that night. She'd gone through breakfast, drinking several goblets of pumpkin juice and hardly touching her food, and then did the same at lunch, had water between classes, and then the same at dinner. She remembered how full she was, but somehow knowing she was doing this on purpose gave her a greater sense of control. Throughout the day, whenever her desperation peaked too high, she purposefully let out a stream discretely to get the edge off. Draco must have been watching like a hawk, she realized as the memory played. She walked around the corner to the charms class room to wait for herself. She could see Draco already, hiding behind a suit of armor.

 

Hermione had forgot she'd agreed to do extra work after dinner. Flitwick had reminded her while she was draining her third goblet of pumpkin juice. Her original plan had been to wander around the castle after dinner, maybe going up to the astronomy tower, until she absolutely had to wet herself. Now, she had to go sit for lord only knew how long with Professor Flitwick. It had put her out of her control and it had nearly undid her during her advanced lesson. When he finally released her, she was far past desperation and knew she need to find the nearest place to let go, and fast.

 

Stomach twirling, Hermione watched herself leave the charms classroom and immediately double over, holding herself. She looked around, knowing there was no where immediately close and she had to get far enough away from the charms room. The sheer humiliation of Flitwick were to walk out and see her peeing in her panties...She shook her head and took a sharp corner. There had to be something, somewhere, anything down this way. An alcove. A broom cupboard. Something! Hermione watched herself quicken down the hall way, hand between her legs as she looked around. Nothing.

 

“Ohhhh....” she heard herself moan, having to stop and cross her legs, her other hand reaching to hold herself too. She didn't have long. She was going to pee any minute now. She looked around frantically her eyes fell on it. Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Water had soaked the floor leaving a massive puddle. Myrtle had thrown another tantrum and Hermione felt fear growing up inside her chest. She hated using the public toilets around the school, and Myrtle's was the very worst of all of them. But...but there was no where else and she was about to pee her panties! Hermione watched herself as she hobbled toward the lavatory. She could almost feel the anxiety swelling in her chest, which had done nothing at all to help her bladder. Hermione glanced back to see Draco watching from behind the corner she'd turned, looking disappointed. Obviously he thought she was going to disappear the bathroom and his watching her wet was going to be thwarted. Oh, but he was about to get a surprise.

 

Hermione watched as she hobbled closer, sloshing toward the door through the puddle. She could barely move, her need was so great, and she had to support herself with one hand on the wall. She could feel her heart pounding, her bladder pulsing, and each time she stepped down in the water, it reminded her of every accident she'd ever had. All she wanted to do was pee. Hermione had to stop and hold herself again, but made the mistake of looking down. All that water under her...such a huge puddle...And Hermione couldn't take it.

 

Hermine gave a startled gasp as her body suddenly began to relieve itself without her consent. Her eyes widened as she felt her cool, damp panties bloom with heat that wasted no time pouring down her thighs and splashed down into the water puddle below. She shuddered, knowing there was nothing at all she could do to stop when she was going full force like that. She trembled, hand still on the wall for support as she had a real accident. And on the one night she'd planned to wet her panties on purpose, too!

 

“What's going on up here!” came the low grumbling voice of Filch. She gasped, still peeing forcefully. She couldn't stop, and she couldn't move. Filch was going to catch her peeing in the hall! Hermione looked back at Draco, because it was far too humiliating to look at her past self. She could see that he looked just as fearful and rooted to the spot as she was. But Filch was coming up the hallway, he was gonna turn any second and see Hermione, helplessly wetting herself into Myrtle's water puddle. Hermione watched Draco as he looked back and forth. If Filch came closer, Hermione realized, he'd catch Draco watching Hermione pee. Wait...No, he couldn't have...Did he? Hermione thought as she walked over to where Draco was, watching him intently.

 

He took a look at Hermione, peeing desperately harder now, trying to finish before Filch caught her, and then back down the hall where he could see the old man starting to come up. He nibbled his lip, and darted into the smaller hallway. Hermione followed, watching in awe as he ran right up to a towering suit of armor and shoved it over as hard as he could. The crash was deafening and Hermione remembered that she'd heard it even over where she was having her pee.

“What the blood hell is going on!?” Filch raged, running into the hall. Draco had ran down and into a stair case, hiding, as Filch came around the corner.

 

“PEEVES!!!” he shouted, “DAMN IT I'LL HAVE YOU OUT THIS TIME FOR SURE!!!!”

 

The scene changed, swirling in inky black again, but Hermione was too distracted by what she'd just seen. Draco had saved her from Filch catching her wet. She had always thought it really had been Peeves who'd crashed something in the hall. Why would Draco do it? It made no sense at all. Was he trying to say that she owed him? She shook her head, putting it out of her mind for now as she watched the next scene.

 

It was last year, Hermione noted, as the Great Hall swam into view. She knew immediately just from looking at the Gryffindor table. Harry and Ron were sitting at one end, and she was sitting alone at the other. It was in the middle of the fight she'd had with Ron, who was absolutely convinced that her cat had killed his rat. Harry, of course, had sided with Ron. With no friends to speak of, too many classes to handle, and helping Hagrid with Buckbeak, the stress levels running through Hermione's 13 year old body were far, far too high. Not to mention the dementors were amplifying every negative feeling she had. She'd peed her panties so many times that year, just for the sheer pleasure of it.

 

On this particular day, Hermione remembered she was holding on purpose. It was lunch and she'd skipped going to the bathroom that morning even. She wasn't eating anything, only reading and drinking pumpkin juice. Well, pretending to read anyway. Hermione knew that she was draining goblet after goblet all the while holding herself under the table. She was busting already and Hermione blushed as she noticed Draco watching her intensely from the Slytherin table. God, what a show she didn't realize she'd been giving him. Hermione shifted her attention back to herself, knowing her hand was pressed hard against herself as she crossed and re-crossed her legs. She checked her watch, nibbling her lip. She was barely holding on now and she had double potions after lunch. She started packing up her books and Draco smirked, standing also. Hermione knew where her memory self was going to end up, so she followed Draco curiously.

 

The Slytherin boy told his friends he'd left his potions book back in the dorm as he excused himself, heading out of the Great Hall while Hermione was still packing up her things. She frowned, wondering how Draco would see her if he was leaving before hand. Curious, she kept near him and walked out. He walked calmly, hand in his pocket as he headed down the corridor that led to the library. About half way to it, around the area near the teacher's lounge, he stopped by a tapestry and Hermione gasped. No way! That...that...complete ARSE!!! Ugh!!! She thought, practically screaming aloud and stamping her foot. It was the first place she'd ever openly wet at Hogwarts—granted when she did it had been because she was about to have an accident and had no choice. But since then it had become one of her favorite spots to have a secret pee. And if he knew about it....he really had been watching her almost every time she wet. Stupid, sneaky, raunchy bastard!

 

She followed Draco inside the space behind the tapestry and watched him open the supply closet. She blushed rubbing her face. How had she never noticed there was a door right there? She could kick herself. She leaned against the wall as Draco shut the door, waiting. Sure enough, a few minutes later Hermione slipped into the space as well, whimpering and groaning aloud now that she was able to. Hermione saw the door silently creek open, Draco's eye appearing in the small space between the door as she set down her books, dancing.

 

“Ooooh...Merlin, do I need a wee,” Hermione gasped softly, standing still in the middle of the room, facing Draco's door. She spread her legs and slowly lifted her skirt, testing her endurance and unknowingly giving Draco a show. Again. Her pale yellow panties with little white polka dots were still dry, but not for long. She stood there, holding her skirt up with her legs spread, panting softly as she slowly relaxed her body.

 

“Nnnn.....wait, wait...not yet...” she gasped, whimpering to herself as a wet patch suddenly blossomed against the crotch of her panties. She tensed again, body trembling. Heat flooded Hermione's cheeks as she watched herself, knowing exactly what she was doing. She was acting out the fantasy of having a real accident. And Draco Malfoy, of all people, was watching her do something so private from behind the stupid store room door.

 

“Ohhhh...” Hermione moaned softly as she relaxed again, more wetness soaking into her panties. She pressed her thighs together, bending at the knees as her light liquid started running down her skin. She squirmed again, dancing from foot to foot before moving her legs apart. Trails of pee were running down her legs and into her knee socks while her soaked panties started dripping on the stone floor.

 

“Oh no...Oh no...Ooooh its starting to come out...” Hermione moaned, her anxious words filled with pleasure when she spoke. Hermione blushed as she watched herself. That felt so good every time she did this...it made her shift a little while she watched, her own panties still damp from peeing earlier. A different kind of heat bloomed between her legs and she nibbled her lips. Bugger. If I'm getting hot watching myself, I can only imagine what Malfoy is doing in that bloody store closet...She thought. She shook her head, embarrassed, and focusing on watching herself. She'd crossed her legs again, bending down into a half squat as spurts of pee ran down her thighs and pattering lightly onto the floor.

 

“I'm gonna have an accident...I can't hold it anymore...” Hermione whimpered through a moan. Tendrils of pee were running down her trembling legs and splashing down, forming a small puddle as her wet came in sudden spurts. She was losing control. She danced in place, pressing one hand against her crotch as her pee burst through her soaked underwear, spraying through her fingers and into her slowly growing mess. She gave a sudden gasp, pulling her skirt up high as she squatted down quickly, moving her hand as a torrent of liquid burst from her.

 

“Ahhhhhhhhh....” she sighed happily, smiling with her eyes closed as her water hissed out of her in full force, splashing loudly onto the stone below. Hermione watched herself, a bit transfixed, as she did her wee. Her womanhood was pulsing against her cool, damp panties. She bit her lip, balling her fists. She absolutely would not give in inside one of Draco's memories....

 

“Nnnn....oh no, I wet my panties...” Hermione giggled when she was done, “God that felt so good...” Hermione covered her mouth in shock as she watched herself sit down in her puddle, balling her skirt up so it wouldn't get wet, and move her hand between her legs again. She gasped and tremble as she touched herself through her warm, wet panties, hips rocking into her fingers. She got quite enthusiastic, splashing in her puddle as she moved, breathing heavily until she gave another loud moan of pleasure. Hermione stood there, trembling and hot as she watched herself get off in a puddle of her own pee. Her hand instinctively pressed against the front of her skirt, making her sigh softly. No! She scolded herself, yanking her hand away, not in Draco's memories! Still, she couldn't help rubbing her legs together, now that she was aching.

 

The scene suddenly whirled around her, vanishing below and she realized she was being pulled up and out of the Pensive. She stumbled back into the empty classroom, feet splashing in her cold pee puddle and glared defiantly at Draco. He only smirked.

 

“You look a little hot Granger,” he drawled.

 

“Go and stuff yourself,” she growled threateningly, hot in the face from anger and humiliation. She hated him! He rolled his eyes, which only angered her more.

 

“No way to talk to your new master,” he sneered, “or are you gonna opt out and let me show everyone that you're a filthy piss girl?” Hermione wanted to punch him.

 

“How long do we play your stupid game for?” she demanded to know.

 

“Until I get bored, obviously,” he shrugged.

 

“And what happens when you get bored?” she asked, eyebrow raised.

 

“Depends how good of a player you are,” he smiled with a wicked gleam in his eye. Hermione scowled. He had her stuck, she had no other options.

 

“Fine, we'll play.”  

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I have no criticism. Just make more please.

 

I'm halfway done with Chapter 4 now. It should be up very soon. :) 

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Omg you're great at this! I'm having a HARD time even making to the end if the stories. Please keep up the good work

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Loving this story so far, any chance we can get some other girls like Ginny, Parvati and Lavender in on the action?

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Thanks guys, glad you're all having as much fun reading it as I am writing it! 

I should have chapter five up in the next couple of days, I update as I get days off from work :) 

 

Loving this story so far, any chance we can get some other girls like Ginny, Parvati and Lavender in on the action?

 

There is a slight possibility that Pansy Parkinson might be involved, but we'll see where the story takes us 

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This is really good, but I'm a little disappointed that she got away from no one finding out at all.  Well, I can hope for her to be found out later.... 

 

Do you think Hermoine would be really cute if she peed her pants by accident or otherwise?  I'm just wondering.  I personally think the actress who played her would be really cute if she were wearing dampened jeans from a near accident.  (ACtually, a partial accident where she peed about 1/4 to 1/3 of her self into her jeans.)

 

Your Writing is so good, I am nearly hanging on each word.

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One of my favorite stories so far. I love the detail, and the creative way you forced Hermione into the position of the servant, because she's a pretty dominant character.

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Sorry its been so long since an update guys! I've got it nearly finished and I should have it up soon! I work for Disney so holidays are kind of rush and crazy haha. 

 

One of my favorite stories so far. I love the detail, and the creative way you forced Hermione into the position of the servant, because she's a pretty dominant character.

Thanks! I'm trying to write her so that her dominant nature is still very present. At this point in the story, she's a little wary of the situation and playing it safe. For now ;)

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Sorry it took so long to get this updated! Chapter six won't be as long of a wait I promise! Thanks for everyone's comments and sticking with my story so far :) 

 

 

Chapter Five: Punishment

 

 

For the next two weeks, Draco had either simply let her off the hook for the day, or made her hold until he felt like telling her she could use the loo. He had three reasons for this. One, Hermione seemed to relax quite a good deal around him. She called him by his first name easily without having to correct herself, and she was much more comfortable with telling him when (and more importantly how badly) she had to pee. Two, he was still going to punish her for leaking in the forest during their Care of Magical Creatures class. The sense of security Draco had led her into wasn't false per say, but he knew it would be far easier to give Hermione a punishment if she was willing to go along with it. Threatening her with humiliation would only get him so far, and she was lethal with a wand. Not to mention her punching was dangerously effective too. And three, he had plenty of time to come up with a punishment that fit her crime.

 

He smirked to himself as he waited for her in the unused classroom on the fourth floor, where they'd taken to meeting rather than the library. Less people and all. He was absentmindedly reading when he heard the door open. He smiled behind his book, having not put it down since he knew it was her. Today was going to be amazing, he could tell.

 

“Morning Draco,” she greeted as she sat down in the desk next to his.

 

“Morning,” he greeted, lowering the book and looking over at Hermione. She was very pretty, though he wasn't sure why the thought struck him so. He just liked the look of her being so comfortable around him, he supposed.

 

“So, what are we doing today?” she asked, the question now curious rather than apprehensive. His smile grew.

 

“Well, you might not like it very much,” he said calmly, giving her his full attention. Her body tensed subtly.

 

“Why?” she asked with pressing curiosity, but only a touch of tension. Good, very good.

 

“Do you remember our Care of Magical Creatures class two weeks ago?” he asked her, loving the faint heat rising in her cheeks.

 

“Yeah, I do,” she said, tone a little more humbled.

 

“Remind me of it will you?” he asked, having to contain a laugh at the way she rolled her eyes and scoffed.

 

“Don't you have your little Pocket Pensive? Remind yourself,” she said cheekily.

 

“Oh I did,” he grinned, “I have at least three or four times now. Still, I think wanking off live right after felt a lot better...”

 

“Merlin's boots you are disgusting!” she accused, blushing red and glaring at him, but not with as much contempt as he expected. He chuckled.

 

“Oh come on, don't be such a hard ass,” he said “humor me. Remind me what happened in the forest.”

 

Hermione clicked her tongue and crossed her arms, looking away from him. Draco could see she was still blushing.

“I don't like having to throw the word 'order' around,” he outright lied, “but I will.” Hermione gave an aggravated sigh and shot him a cool glare.

 

“I peed myself in the forbidden forest right in front of you,” she said, “on command, just like you asked me to. Happy?”

 

“Not entirely,” he smirked “You're missing a few key details. Like your leaking without permission. Do you remember when I told you you'd gotten yourself into trouble for that?” The look of surprise on her face made him only smirk wider.

 

“But you said you knew it was an accident...” she said slowly, looking both confused and a little afraid.

 

“Just because it was an accident doesn't mean you won't be punished for it. You pee when I tell you, ONLY when I tell you, or you get punished. I thought my rules were easy to follow?”

 

“Well maybe they might be if you didn't strain my bladder within an inch of its life!” she snapped at him.

 

“Why do you think I gave you a two week break?” he smirked. He watched her skin drain slowly of color.

 

“So what you're saying is....you're going to punish me today?” she asked.

 

“Uh huh,” he said calmly, watching her fidget.

 

“You're going to tell?” she asked softly, looking down at the desk sadly.

 

“What? No. That would be too easy and I still want to play the game,” he said, “you just need a little correcting.” Hermione sighed, though whether out of relief she was being spared or dread of the punishment, he couldn't tell.

 

“What's my punishment?” she asked him with a slight pout. He loved it.

 

“Firstly, you're going to be addressing me as Master today,” he said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk, “and today you're going to be wearing a special pair of panties I have for you.” She tilted her head curiously, though a disapproving frown was on her face. Clearly she didn't like where this was going but she wasn't so opposed to it that she was refusing. Just as he'd planned it. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of panties. They were silk, light lavender in color. He handed them over to her.
“Change into them,” he ordered.

 

“Right now?” she asked in shock. He nodded and Hermione blushed. Clearly revealing herself to him wasn't something she wanted to do, but she wasn't protesting. She took the panties from him, squirming nervously as she stood up. She lifted her skirt, showing her pink cotton panties before hooking her fingers into the sides and lowered them down shyly. Draco watched with a smile as he took in the sight of her. She was beautifully sculpted and hairless. He was tempted to run his fingers against her, but knew she would probably smack him silly, game or not, if he tried. Noticing his gaze, she quickly changed her panties and smoothed down her skirt.

 

“How do you like them?” he asked.

 

“They feel nice,” she muttered, looking away from him before adding a soft “Master.” He grinned.

 

“What do you say when someone gives you a gift?” he prompted.

 

“Thank you, Master,” she said quietly, blushing still.

“Good girl,” he said happily, “now...today your goal is to keep dry. I've spelled those to be impervious to any form of cleaning or drying spells and I'll be checking you before and after class. You will be drinking four goblets of juice at every meal, one water bottle before, during, and after class. Your water bottle will be laced with a special kind of diuretic potion I can activate with an incantation if you disobey me and you'll pee in front of everyone.”

 

“There's no such potion,” she accused.

 

“There is if I invented it,” he smirked “Why do you think I waited two weeks? I had research and testing to do.” Hermione's jaw dropped. Rumor had it that several Slytherin first years had all spontaneously wet themselves in History of Magic a few days ago and Draco smirked when she linked the two together.

 

“So, you have your rules,” he went on brightly as he handed her the water bottle, “do you need to tell me anything before we start?”

 

Hermione sighed and shook her head, simply taking the water bottle.

 

“Do I have to drink before breakfast?” she asked.

 

“Since you asked, yes,” he smirked, which made her groan, but she opened the bottle and started drinking. Once it had finished and refilled, she put it in her own bag.

 

“Oh by the way,” Draco said as he stood up to leave, “the potion is still a diuretic and will make you have to pee more often as a side effect. It only forcibly makes you go if I order it too, but you're still getting punished if you have an accident of your own. See you after class.”

 

Draco left, leaving Hermione looking mildly horrified in his wake. Still, if he knew her well enough, that girl would take it as a challenge and play accordingly. He went down to breakfast as nothing else had changed and sat down with his friends, chatting about how lame Potter was and complaining about homework as they ate. He noticed Hermione come in a little while later with her usual crowd of idiots. She gave him a bold look and sat down, immediately going for the pumpkin juice. He chuckled, pretending to laugh at something stupid Pansy said, but he was proud of his defiant little play thing in actuality. He watched her drink four goblets of juice, pull out a book, and then sip on her water bottle again for her pre-class drink. He grinned and finished up his breakfast.

 

They had different classes for that morning, which was a shame, but they had worked out a routine between classes to see each other if they needed to. Draco wandered past the library and spotted Hermione standing next to a suit of armor, jiggling her leg. She caught his eye and immediately headed into the library store room. Draco grinned and followed her, greeted by a most welcoming sight. She had her skirt shoved up with both hands pressed into her purple panties, whimpering as she crossed and re-crossed her legs.

 

“Oh dear,” he snickered, “something you want to tell me?”

 

“I need to wee...I really really really really need to...” she gasped softly, dancing desperately and moaning as she clutched herself hard.

 

“Sorry, didn't catch that,” Draco said, inspecting his finger nails, “You're not addressing me correctly.”

 

“Master,” she whined, leaning back against the wall, “I need to use the toilet....”

 

“How badly?” he asked with a calm curiosity. Hermione shot him a damn near lethal What do YOU think!? Sort of look, which he just chuckled at.

 

“Are you wet?” he asked when she didn't immediately answer him.

 

“No,” she said quickly, dancing from foot to foot again “but this is an emergency...I won't make it to my next class...”

 

“Seems like my potion has quite an effect on you,” he grinned “but you did have an extra bottle's worth and a lot of juice...”

 

“Dra—Master, please let me pee!” she gasped suddenly, interrupting his musing with a sudden increased dance, eyes wide with fear. Draco's stomach did a pleasurable flip at her words. He'd been dreaming about her saying that exact phrase for some time now.

 

“Oh my,” he drawled, walking toward her“you look scared...Did you just get your panties wet?”

 

“No,” she said, pressing back against the wall and crossing her legs, hands still pressed hard against herself.

 

“I don't believe you,” he said with a sinister smile, “move your hands, I'm going to check.”

 

“I really didn't!” she insisted, “I swear I didn't!”

 

“Now I really don't believe you,” he said, moving right beside her with his hand against the wall by her head, “Move your hands and spread your legs.”

 

“But I...”

 

“Now,” he said in a low, cold tone that made Hermione visibly shiver. Slowly, she moved her hands away with a soft whine. It took her a moment, but she spread her legs too as he asked. For a long moment, he did nothing and Hermione's breathing was starting to get harder and irregular, body shaking from the effort of holding without help.

 

“Lift your skirt up for me,” he said.

“Please...please let me pee....I can't hold it much longer...” she begged breathlessly.

 

“Your skirt. Now.” he ordered, making her groan softly but she lifted the fabric with trembling fingers. He slipped his hand between her thighs, gently stroking the crotch of her silky panties with his fingers. She gasped in surprise and suddenly pressed herself into his hand, dropping her skirt and clinging to the next nearest thing—him. Her body trembled and Draco waited for a rush of wet heat at his fingers.

 

“S-sorry...” Hermione stammered, fingers curled into his robes and face buried against his shoulder, “I almost let it out...”

 

“You're still dry,” he murmured softly. He noted her whimper and the way she pressed harder into his hand. He guessed she wouldn't be dry for long.

 

“Let go of me,” he ordered, “and stand up straight. I'm going to let you leak a little but you can't get your panties wet.”

 

“O-okay,” Hermione whimpered softly, shaking as she pulled away from him. She danced in place again as she quickly slipped her panties down and off. Draco picked them up off the floor while Hermione danced, waiting impatiently for his go ahead.

 

“I'll tell you when you can stop,” he said thoughtfully, “but I'm not going to tell you how long I'll let you have. I suggest not letting go completely because if you can't stop you're going to be in trouble.”

 

She nodded, red in the face and shivering from desperation.

 

“Please...Master...I...” she whimpered out, knees shaking.

 

“You can start,” he said, loving the way she choked on a gasp as torrent of liquid burst through her fingers. She pulled her skirt up so it wouldn't get wet and relaxed a little bit.

 

“Aaaahhh...” she sighed happily as she let her stream sprinkle against the stone at her feet. It wasn't a full stream, but Draco loved the view he was getting.

 

“Five second warning,” he called after fifteen seconds, making her groan. The stream stopped and then spurted a few times, Hermione dancing and crossing her legs as her pee continued to flow down her skin.

 

“Three seconds,” he grinned, watching her whine as she put her hand against her leaking hole, bare bottom trembling as she struggled to stop.

 

“No more,” he said sternly, “Stop peeing.”

 

Hermione danced a great deal more, but nothing else leaked out. It took a few moments of even breathing with her hands between her thighs before she was able to stand straight and lower her skirt. Draco wordlessly handed her back her panties and she slipped them on.

 

“Feel a little better?” Draco asked with a smile. She nodded, smoothing out her slightly damp skirt.

 

“Thank you for letting me go,” she said softly, “Master...”

 

“Keep being a good girl and I'll let you leak a little again,” he promised “Drink your water.”

 

She nodded and cleaned up her little puddle before they parted ways again. She didn't meet him after their second class, and after the third one was lunch. He could tell she was absolutely bursting. Her hand was shaking as she drank her goblets of juice. She was openly dancing at her seat and Draco heard her claim that she accidentally stepped on a jitterbug pod near the potions lab. Weasley teased her about looking like she was doing a wee-dance and she smacked him with a book. Maybe the idiot ginger was more perceptive than Draco first thought. Watching her dance in her seat through lunch was a treat, but she caught his eye and gave him a pleading stare half way through. He nodded and she made some excuse to her friends to leave, squirming the entire way out of the Great Hall. He followed not long after, finding her in one of the secret passages behind a large statue not too far away from the Hall.

 

“You're pushing it a little aren't you?” Draco said as he came in, finding her dancing, “you must be really dying for a wee.” Hermione nodded furiously, rubbing herself between the legs as she squirmed. Draco swallowed hard.

 

“Sorry, didn't hear you,” he said.

 

“Yes M-Master I...I'm nearly...Can I go now?” Hermione groaned desperately as she fought to hold on.

 

“I have to make sure you're dry first,” Draco said as he came forward, “Hold still....”

 

“I can't I'm gonna wet myself...” Hermione whined piteously.

 

“No you won't,” Draco said sternly, “not unless you want to humiliate yourself.”

 

Hermione gave him a look he couldn't make out. She either hated him completely or was so desperate she didn't care how she relieved her bladder at this point. He smirked.
 

“Do you have to pee so bad you'd do it in front of everyone?” he asked.

 

“Shut up!” she bit, groaning as both hands went between her legs. Knees trembling, she lost the will to stand and sunk to the floor.

 

“Oh no...oh no oh no oh please...” she gasped, looking up at him now with a desperate sort of hope.

 

“You know, if you don't mind your manners, I won't let you pee,” he drawled, seeing how near to a full wet she was.

 

“I'm sorry,” she groaned, going up on her knees a little as she held herself “I'll do whatever you want, I just want to have a wee...oooh I want to wee so badly...”

 

“Are your panties wet?” he asked her. She shook her head.

 

“Nearly...” she said softly.

 

“If you take them off and give them to me, I'll let you have another little pee,” he said. She was suddenly all movement, yanking her panties off over her shoes and tossing them to Draco all the while remaining kneeling on the floor. He took his time inspecting her panties while she whimpered, rocking desperately.

“They're dry,” said, glancing over at Hermione, who was blushing red and looking at the stone floor.

 

“Draco?” she mumbled softly, peeking up at him through her curl of brown hair. Her eyes were a little fearful and she shivered.

 

“What's the matter?” he asked with a frown, having not seen that expression on her face before.

 

“I just...I just wet on the floor a little...” she admitted softly, lifting her skirt. She had a small puddle between her legs where she was kneeling. Draco lifted an eyebrow as she hung her head.
 

“I was trying to wait until you said, I swear...But it just...I couldn't...and I really have to wee and it hurts...Please don't make me wet in front of everyone...”

 

Guilt, a nearly foreign emotion to him, twisted in his stomach. She was in pain? Had he given her too much of the potion in the bottle? Why hadn't she said something sooner?

 

“Hermione, go pee,” he ordered. She looked surprised, but it faded with a moan of relief as her body relaxed. He looked away for the first time, letting her flood the stone in privacy. He'd been about to let her go on the floor anyway, surely she knew that. She was smart. If she'd stayed covering herself with her skirt, he'd have never known she had a little accident. Yet she was honest with him, and playing his game to his rules perfectly. Too perfectly.

 

“Are you done?” Draco asked, noting that the hissing of her urine had stopped.

 

“Yeah...” she sighed from behind him, sounding a little dazed. He turned around and had he'd been less guilty, he would have been turned on by the giant puddle she was sitting in. She'd practically created her own lake. No wonder she was in pain. He sighed and offered her a hand up, which she took in bewilderment, trembling from her release. He flicked his wand, cleaning her up himself rather than having her do it and gave her panties back to her.

 

“You're being...nice,” Hermione said, but sounding a little wary.

 

“Sorry for hurting you,” he said, which made her shock even more pronounced, “Look, don't get the wrong idea. I don't care about you. But you're basically my new favorite toy and I don't want you breaking. So...I won't make you hold it till it hurts anymore.”

 

“Does this mean you're not going to make me have an accident in public?” she asked.

 

“I punished you too much,” he sighed, running his hand through his hair, “so we won't play for a couple days....but when we do, you'll make the rules for how you wet. I just get to watch.”

 

“Alright,” Hermione said after a moment of consideration. He at least expected a lecture, “how about we play on Saturday? We'll meet in Hogsmade.” It was Draco's turn to looked shocked.

 

“You want to wet in Hogsmade?” he asked doubtfully. Hermione blushed a little and locked a strand of hair behind her ear.

 

“Well if I get to make up my own rules for the day...”

 

“If I didn't know any better, Hermione, I'd say you liked this game,” he smiled.

 

“Shut up, I do not!” she defended, but her blush worsened. Draco laughed at her expression, finding her defiant blushing cute.

 

“See you on Saturday,” he grinned before leaving her alone in the hidden passage way.  

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