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  1. Master and Servant ***Draco/Hermione: Draco notices Hermione's aversion to school bathrooms and decides to play a little game...*** ((Hey guys! I know its been AGES since I posted anything on here, but I was recently inspired to start writing again! Let me know what you think! Personally this a fun project for me and I'm writing the second chapter right now :) Leave your comments, questions, concerns at the bottom, they're greatly appreciated! )) Chapter 1: Origins of the Game The very first time Draco ever saw Hermione Granger wet herself was in their first year, on the second Tuesday in November. It seemed like, ever since she'd nearly been murdered in one on Halloween, Little Miss Mudblood had developed a fear of using any of the school bathrooms outside her dormitory. He'd caught on to her little phobia, or at least realized the issue itself, by watching her; purely by accident of course. It wasn't his fault that she was always seated directly in front of him for all the classes they shared, but it did provide a perfect vantage point for watching her squirm during their lessons. At first, he'd figured she was too much of a brianiac to take a few minutes from class to ask for the loo, but then he'd noticed she'd never be among the group of girls that always went together after each lesson was over. No, she'd go class to class, squirming and fidgeting and dancing all the more in each one until the end of the day. It was a wonder her friends hadn't noticed—No, nevermind. Her friends were the biggest bunch of dunderheads Hogwarts had ever seen, of course they wouldn't have noticed. Regardless, at the end of the day she'd always announce an urgent need for a book, some parchment, a quill, or the library and rush off before Potty and Weasel could say anything else. Draco wouldn't see her again till dinner, but he always noted she was no longer dancing. Draco hadn't any idea why he was so facinated with the girl's need for the toilet. He supposed it had something to do with how rediculous it seemed to hold it like that all day long, despite having plenty of time to go between classes. But whatever, what the stupid girl did with her body wasn't any of his buisness...except that, very, very privately, he wished she'd oversetimate her bladder one day and have an accident. The more this thought lingered, and grew stronger every time he watched Hermione squirm in class, the more he knew he absolutely had to see it. So, on that second Tuesday in November, Draco Malfoy had come up with a most ingenious plan to watch Hermione Granger wet her panties. On this day in particular, he knew they had double potions directly after lunch. He also knew that Hermione always left lunch early when she could, presumably for the toilet in Gryffindor tower, so he couldn't let that happen. It was all too easy for him to convince Crabbe and Goyle to ignore their food to go and pester the Gryffindorks. His taunts, as always, were geared toward Potter, but he was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. Oh yes, he noted with glee, she definitely had been planning on running off to the loo before he came over. Her lips were pursed and she kept shooting anxious looks toward the door. Ah, but she couldn't leave, now could she? Not with her two idiot friends in the middle of a could-be fight. Draco harrassed the lot of them until Weasley damn near jumped over the table to take a swing (this earned a sharp “Sit down, Ron!” from Hermione) and Draco smirked, the bell for class ringing just in time. He noted how distressed she looked as he sauntered off to the dungeons. Double potions proved to be extremely entertaining that day. Snape had barely finished the lecture before Hermione started to fidget. Making the actual potion made him almost snicker with glee as he watched her try to squirm descretely and chop up her ingrediants at the same time. They filled their cauldrons with water, Draco making sure to do his especially loud behind her, and she was crossing her legs. Draco smirked, watching her every movement. It would spoil his plans a bit if she lost it in the middle of potions, but seeing her humiliated in class like that, especially Snape's class, wasn't a bad consolation prize. Still, he watched her squirm during the making of the potion and she was, almost regrettably, still dry when Snape dismissed the class. No matter, they still had History of Magic before their lessons were done, one more hour of class. Hermione was probably thankful, Draco had figured, that Potter and Weasley had fallen asleep during this particular lesson. Even they would have noticed something was troubling their princess know-it-all had they been awake. Hermione Granger could not sit still, not even for a minute. She rocked in her seat, crossed and uncrossed and then recrossed her legs, bounced on her bottom, and at one point even put her hand between her legs to hold herself. Draco's blood was pounding, excitement he assumed from finally being able to see her have an accident, the entire time he watched her. With ten minutes to go in History of Magic, and Hermione still dissapointingly dry, Draco was starting to lose hope. Maybe her bladder had more ability than he'd given credit for. He took notes glumly, still glancing at Hermione. She had been dancing in rhythm of the past half hour, apparently having found the correct fidget-patterns to hold back her flood. Draco gave himself comfort that, even if she managed to make it till the end of class, there was no way she could make it up seven floors to the Gryffindor dormitory to go. All he had to do was follow her and he'd see what he'd been waiting for. He grinned, imagining her gasping right in front of the Fat Lady as she suddenly peed herself. And then, Hermione suddenly gasped for real. His eyes snapped up to her, widening in realization as he took in her position. Her body was tense, hand half way down to hold herself. Time seemed to slow as he watched her tremble and then relax, jerking her legs apart as she did. That was it! That had to be it, Draco thought in glee as he waited for the inevitable flood to come pouring down her chair, there was no way Granger wasn't wetting herself right then. He was on the edge of his seat as he saw a stream trickle over the edge of her chair, splashing onto the stone below. No one else would have noticed unless they were watching for it, but that was all he got. Much to his dismay, she slammed her legs together a second later, both hands holding herself, and regained control. Still, Draco had to work to control his breathing. He was a little hot in the face, heart racing. Even just that little bit had been such a thrill...but he knew there was no way she'd make it to her dorm after class! He'd definitely get to see it all if he followed her. He grinned, anxiously watching the clock just like Hermione was, only for a completely different reason. The bell finally rang and Hermione all but punched her two friends awake. “Class is over! Honestly you two, if you don't stop sleeping through it you're gonna fail! I'm going to go to the library, you two better catch yourselves up!” she lectured as she rushed to collect her books and darted out of the room. Potter and Weasley were dumfounded, but Draco just packed up and left at a normal pace. Couldn't rush after her, now could he? That would be too obvious. Besides, he found he didn't much need to rush. Hermione was walking pretty slowly, especially in the populated areas. As badly as she obviously had to go, he was still a little surprised that she passed two girl's rooms and ignored them as she walked on, Draco tailing at a safe distance behind. Once they'd passed the Great Hall, the student body thinned considerably and Draco watched with joy as she started to hold herself openly as she walked, if a little faster. They were nearing the library now and she kept having to stop and hold and bounce and squirm. Draco was eating it up, best plan he'd had all year! Hermione took a particularly long pause, whimpering loud enough for Draco to hear. He swore to himself, realizing he'd got too close and darted quickly behind a tapestry. From his hiding place he watched her dance, gasping and whimpering with her hands between her legs. He could have sworn he could see wet trails making their ways down her thighs to her knee high socks. But again, he was denied that final flood as she managed to right herself and start walking again. He cursed softly, aloud this time. Maybe he should just curse her. She'd never know what hit her in her state and he was sure she'd really wet. Full Body Bind? Good plan. He pulled his wand out and stepped a bit from behind the tapestry, magic about to fire when suddenly Professor Flitwick came out from around the corner. Draco snapped back into hiding and Hermione froze in place. Draco could have killed the old fool for thwarting his plans but then, as he watched the tiny professor strike up a conversation about what a wonderful (barf) job she'd done during class, he'd realized it was a blessing in disguise. Hermione chatted as though nothing was wrong, but he could see how tense she was, how tightly her legs were pressed together, and how her hands kept balling into her skirt. After what seemed like ages, the professor finally took his leave and Draco watched Hermione watch him go. The moment he was out of her sight, she held herself desperately with both hands, looking around like a toilet would magically appear to save her. Her eyes fell on Draco's tapestry. He gasped, still for a moment as he thought he'd been spotted. The panic furthered when she started hurrying for his hiding spot. He backed up until he hit a wood wall, no where to go, and she was gonna catch him and probably kill him...wait. Wood? He glanced behind him and thank Merlin's cloak, it was a door! He jiggled the handle, could have whooped at finding it unlocked, and tucked himself inside the most randomly placed storage closet ever just as Hermione threw back the tapestry. He smirked, watching through the crack in the door, thinking how he'd nearly escaped death. But Hermione didn't seem to be interested in finding anybody in particular. She danced in place, one hand between her legs, whimpering softly as she looked back and forth around the tapestry, checking to make sure she was alone, before coming inside. “Aaaaah....Oh God oh God oh God!” Draco heard her gasp as she danced, legs crossing and uncrossing as she hitched up her skirt. For the first time in his life he saw a girl's panties, Hermione's in particular were innocently white with lace around hems. Not so innocently, they were also soaked at the crotch. He watched as she suddenly squatted, spreading her legs out right in front of his slightly cracked door. In this same instant, his eyes widened and his cheeks darkened, ears ringing with the only sound in the room: Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...” Hermione moaned in relief a moment later, her pee splashing thunderously against the stone floor in the room. She hadn't even tried to pull her panties down, she just peed right through them, a full waterfall errupting from her. Draco watched, slack jawed in awe, as trickles moved down her open thighs and dripping down to the floor to join the puddle her jetting stream was making. The room was filling with the light aroma of a girl's pee and Draco felt heat rushing straight down between his legs, blushing more as he realized he was getting hard while he watched this. All too soon, Hermione was finished with her wet. He watched her tremble, blushing as she seemed to realize what she'd done. She stood up, carefully stepping away from her puddle. She nibbled her lip and pulled out her wand, casting a vanishing charm on the mess she'd made before she checked the damage on her clothes. Panties were obviously soaked through, but her skirt and her socks were wet as well. She seemed to consider this, checked her watch, and pondered it again. Draco could almost hear her thinking, “Well, I do have time to change while everyone is at dinner....” She picked up the books she dropped before wetting herself and headed out the way she came, having apparently made up her mind. As for Draco, he shut the door completely after she'd gone and stuck his hand down his pants, touching himself for the first time with the memory of her wetting right there in front of him. After he'd finished with his own pleasure, he knew, undoubtly, that he'd have to see that again.
  2. Goldenstorm

    Hermione.jpg

    From the album: Some of my pics

    This is the part one of two, the second part includes messing
  3. My first ever story. Enjoy. Hermione finished her third cup of coffee before tucking into her bacon sandwich. She knew she was going to need the caffeine to get her through the day’s lessons, after her sleepless night. She had twice been woken up by a commotion in the Hogwarts’ grounds and a third time by her incredibly full bladder. The clock had said 05:34 when, despite crossing her legs under the covers, she could wait no longer. She hurried to the toilets, hoping to find them empty, she hated peeing when other people were around. To her relief there was no one in there so she dashed into the first cubicle pulled down her pyjama shorts and started peeing almost immediately. Back in the great hall the bacon had made her thirsty so she drained a large glass of orange juice. She was slightly concerned about the amount of liquid she was taking in, but knew she had double charms this morning. Professor Flitwick would let her nip out to the loo if she needed it. Just as she was wondering if Harry and Ron were going to be late as usual she heard her name. “Hermione” bellowed Ron, with a half-eaten bacon sandwich in his hand. “Charms has been swapped with Care of Magical creatures, we said we’d go and help Hagrid set up” “What? Why?” said Hermione confused. “Hagrids got to help Dumbledore with something this afternoon, so they have swapped the lessons” said Harry. Oh no, thought Hermione as she followed Harry and Ron, she’d have to wait until lunch time to use the toilet. She’d also have to change, she couldn’t do Care of Magical creatures in her robes, this would also give her a chance to nip to the loo. “Okay, I’ll just nip and cha-“. “No need” interrupted Ron, as if reading her mind “were having our clothes sent to Hagrid’s, we can all change there”. Hermione, offering no argument, followed the other two. She would never be able to use Hagrid’s toilet, with just a thin curtain separating it from the sitting room, there wasn’t enough privacy. Half an hour later the lesson was ready to begin and Harry, Ron and Hermione were all changed. The clothes bought for Hermione from her dormitory were light blue jeans and a figure hugging red T-shirt. She had changed into them in Hagrid’s toilet. Standing there in her red bra and pants she could already started to feel her bladder filling. She had pulled her pants down to her knees and hovered over the toilet, but couldn’t go with Harry and Ron standing almost directly outside. Now they had moved away from Hagrid’s hut and skirted round the forbidden forest, Hermione was starting to get desperate to go. She was secretly pushing her thighs together as Hagrid introduced the lesson. “Right we’re gonna head into the forest a bit to see some Hippogriffs” boomed Hagrid. Malfoy sneered and muttered something about telling his father, normally Hermione would have argued with him, but she had other things to worry about. One hour later they had reached the Hippogriffs but Hermione couldn’t concentrate. I’m absolutely bursting she thought as she stuffed her hand into her pocket attempting to hold her crotch with great difficulty. She now had her legs fully crossed and was bobbing up and down without making it too obvious she needed to pee. They had paired up to tend to the hippogriffs, Harry with Hagrid and Ron with Hermione. She was absolutely frantic by now, even if she could go back, they were over an hours walk away from the castle, she wouldn’t make it. She had to do something or she was going to wet herself and there would be no hiding it in her blue jeans. She was going to have to find somewhere to squat, this mortified her, she would have to sneak off, she couldn’t face the embarrassment of people knowing she was desperate enough to pee outside. “Ron, can you check with Hagrid if we can groom the feathers” she asked, already knowing the answer. As she asked her bladder felt like it was about to explode, she bent forward and crossed her legs as tightly as she could. “Err.. yeah sure” said Ron, surprised she didn’t know they answer already. “Are you okay Hermione?”. “Yes, just go” she snapped. As Ron headed in the direction of Hagrid, she snuck into the bushes. She broke into a run when she got out of view of the group. She was desperately searching for a private place to go, her hand jammed into her crotch. I’ve never been this desperate in my life she thought to herself. She found herself a spot, it wasn’t perfect but she couldn’t wait any longer. She bounced from foot to foot as she struggled with the button on her jeans and with difficult got them down to her knees. As she wrenched her red pants down she started peeing a violent stream, noisily splattering on the floor. The relief was amazing, it felt brilliant, despite being in an awkward squatting positing, she wasn’t used to this. After 20 seconds she heard a rustling noise and a voice called out. “Hermione, where are you” Ron came out of the bushes followed by the whole class. Hermione screamed, she couldn’t stop the flow which was still going strong. The whole class stood open mouthed staring at Hermione’s bare backside. The peeing didn’t stop for another half a minute, after which Hermione whose face was as red as a beetroot yanked her pants and jeans back up. “Sorry, Hermione, we thought there was something wrong so we came to look for you” said Ron. “There WAS something wrong” she bellowed angrily “I was dying for the toilet”. She stormed past them in the direction of the castle, her face still glowing red. Harry and Ron looked at each other, but didn’t try to stop her. They both had the image of Hermione’s bare bum fresh in their minds and were both thinking this was the best Care of magical Creatures lesson ever.
  4. Hey! Sorry if my writing is pretty bad, this is my first story. I will be writing this story for a while. This is story is kind of a continuation of "Master and Servant". All credits goes to Sunny for that. I also am not a huge fan of HP so sorry if the writing isn't that good about HP and the background of it if you haven't read "Master And Servant", you will want to go read that. Enough of my rambling, enjoy! ---------------------------------------- Sorry for the short chapter Chapter 1: Draco + Hermione Its been almost a year since Draco and Hermione has started playing "Master and Servant" and they are starting to drift away. One day, Draco and Hermione are going to lunch. Like always, Draco and his crew despise the little mudbloods. Draco sits down alone today while eating lunch, and notices Hermione crossing her legs. They haven't been playing "Master and Servant" for a while but he still had the videos of Hermione peeing from first year to all the way to fourth. Hermione was about to get a treat... A few hours have passed since lunch, and Draco was lucky enough to sit behind Hermione in class. At one point, he heard Hermione whimper. Then she whispered "please, i have to go, I have to pee.." Draco smirked, none of his stupid mates are seeing the scene she is playing. He didn't know how she got out of class, but she did, without peeing! After class, she practically ran out after everyone left. Draco secretly followed, remembering all the fun they had playing the game, he really wanted to play again. Besides, he still had the memories of Hermione peeing herself. She was going to be forced to play again. When they were in privacy, Draco ducked behind the tapestry and found the best hiding spot to watch the show. Hermione came in not long after, doing the most childish potty dance. "oh god I have to pee, I have to pee." She said over and over. Finally, she lifted her skirt and immediately started peeing. A few seconds after she started, Draco had the brilliant idea of bringing back the game. So he came into view. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Hermione gasped, wide eyes at Draco, still watching her? "What the bloody hell are you doing, Malfoy?!" Hermione practically screamed, still peeing. "Are you done?" Hermione blushed a deep shade of red. "Yes" "Malfoy, you are such a pervert, get out of here!" "What are you doing, talking to your MASTER like that?" She was wide eyed, remembering the game that they played a few months before. "WHAT?!" "I still have the memories of you wetting yourself in year one, all the way until now, and don't you dare call me Malfoy, filthy mudblood, address me as master." ---------------------------------------- Thanks for reading. Next chapter should be out soon!
  5. I've been trying for a long time to write a good Harry Potter (more specifically, Hermione/Ginny) story, and I think I've finally cracked it with this one. I've only written one chapter so far, but I am planning on writing another. This is set during Deathly Hallows, and I've tried to make it as true to the book as possible, but please do correct me if anything is wrong. Chapter 1: Confidence The escape from the Ministry had been a narrow one, and the knowledge that they would not be returning to the house at Grimmauld Place had been a huge blow. But they were, nevertheless, safe from harm and they had a Horcrux. Once Hermione, Ron and Harry had settled they began to calm down a little. It was only then that Hermione released just how much she needed to pee. She had needed to go before they left for the Ministry that morning, but had not had time. Hermione had her bladder quite well trained, what with all her hours studying in the library at Hogwarts, but during her time in the courtroom that afternoon she doubted whether she would be able to hold it much longer. Then the escape from the ministry and everything that had happened since had been an unavoidable distraction. But now, her desperation had come flooding back with full force and very soon there was going to be a literal flood. She looked at the tent in front of her and she remembered with a horrifying realisation the last time she had stayed in it, the Quidditch World Cup three years ago. The tent came fully equipped with a bathroom and toilet, so it shouldn't have been a problem, but for Hermione, who suffered from a very shy bladder, it was. In recent years, she had taken to peeing in the Room of Requirement when she was at school, because she knew that she wouldn't be disturbed in there. If she were to pee in that toilet in the tent, with Harry and Ron only a few feet away, they would be able to hear every drop hitting the water and she couldn't bear the thought of it. When they had been here for the World Cup, she had made Ginny come in with her every time so she could chat to her while she had a wee, and this had worked like a charm. With Ginny by her side she was able to pee comfortably. This was probably, she thought, because Ginny was so much more confident than she was, especially when it came to peeing. Maybe it was because she grew up with so many brothers, but Ginny would often pee with the door open at home, even if there were people walking past. In fact, Hermione had once been playing Quidditch with Ginny at The Burrow and she dropped to the ground, squatted and peed right there in the garden. But Ginny was not here now. The more Hermione stood contemplating, the more agonizing it became. She was extremely close to having an accident and that could not happen, she had not had an accident since she was six years old. She was going to have to try and go. She walked into the tent at the same time as Harry, Ron was sitting on his bed. "There's a toilet in this tent, right?" Harry asked. "Erm, yes" Hermione answered, trying to look as though she was trying to think, when she already knew full well "It's that little room over there" she indicated to the door in the corner of the tent. "Good" Harry said "Cause I really need to go." "Me too" Hermioned said. There was no point denying it, she was already holding herself and dancing on the spot, she couldn't exactly hide it. Harry went into the bathroom, and Hermione could hear him peeing as clearly as if she were in the room with him. This made everything so much worse. The toilet flushed, and Harry came out looking relieved. "There you go" he said. Hermione entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her, the toilet right in front of her, teasing her. It was frustrating to be so close to relief and yet so far. She pulled down her trousers and knickers and sat down on the toilet seat. Harry and Ron were talking outside, this made it very difficult to concentrate. After two minutes of trying, Hermione had still achieved nothing. It felt like someone had placed their thumb over a hosepipe. The water was ready was spill out, but something was blocking it. She thought if she sat here long enough, the flood gates would open on their own and she would have no control over it. This seemed like her best option at this point, but she worried then that Harry and Ron would be suspicious if she was in here too long. After four minutes, she abandoned all hope. She pulled her pants back up and did them up. She flushed the toilet and washed her hands, making it seem as if she had in fact gone. She stood up as straight as she could, and went back into the main room of the tent. "I'm just going out for a bit" she said very quickly without any thought "Just for a look around." Thankful she had not questioned them, she left the tent and just kept walking. She had no idea where she was going, she just knew that wanted to be as far away from Harry and Ron as possible. She thought of apparating somewhere where she would not be seen or heard, but thought it better not to risk it as it required much concentration, and right now she couldn't concentrate on anything other than needing to pee. Her plan was to find somewhere tucked away, however she felt a sudden warmth in the crotch of her trousers; the accident had started. She had no choice but to drop her pants and go right here where she was stood in the middle of clearing. There was no one in her sight, as long as she was quick. She began to undo her jeans as pee slowly started to run down her legs. She hooked her thumbs onto the waistband of her jeans and knickers and pulled them both down and squatted in one motion. Part of her was disgusted at what she was doing, but part of her also knew that she no choice. The pee was going to come whether she wanted it or not. The relief on her bladder also made it quite difficult to care about where she was. The sound of her urine hitting the ground, the feeling of it splashing back on her bare backside and the thought that someone could find her any minute were all unpleasant sensations, but her desperation was over and that was pleasant enough to make up for it. When the flow finally stopped, she used magic to dry her clothing that got wet before pulling them up. She used the same spell on her shoes, which she had also managed to pee on. She made her way back to the tent with an odd proud feeling. While peeing outside had not been exactly fun, she never thought she would have the confidence to do it, not like Ginny did. Then a horrifying thought occurred to her. For as long as they were living like this, she would have to pee this way every single time. That was fine, but what if, for whatever reason, she was not able to leave the tent?
  6. Goldenstorm

    Hermione Bondage wetting

    From the album: Some of my pics

    -Snif snif Please don´t record this!!! -Oh! Don´t worry for thar Hermione, we are on live-
  7. Hello fan-fiction readers, this is my first topic started in this forum. My name is Charlie, and although I live in the US for most my life, I've always had this thing for the UK. I moved here just under 2 years ago. I've thought long and hard about why I should find the UK so alluring, and have decided one of the contributing factors must be Harry Potter. I grew up with the Harry Potter stories and their magical representation of victorian England. Anyhow, the fact is the Harry Potter franchise is still a guilty pleasure for me, as is the fantasy I wish to write about today. I am aware there have been stories involving Ginny and Hermione on here before, but this one is what I like to imagine happening. These words create a powerful image, but if you're not a member of the Harry Potter audience, you might like to see the attached pictures as a bit of a visual reference. It had been a hot summer's day at Hogwarts, the sun had shone brightly on the excited young wizards and witches as the end of term neared. There was a buzz about the corridors, and as a cool twilight fell the great hall filled for the evening's feast. But there was one student not present, and with the year's final exam the next day, it could only be Hermione who had snuck off into the Library. She'd been there for most of the afternoon, revising as if her life depended on it. It was dark and dingy up there, and she'd lost track of time. But feeling the hunger start to rise, she knew she would need to head down for something to eat. Reluctant to be leaving the books, she collected all her papers, slotted the books back on their shelves and begun the walk back to her dorm, where she could stow all her notes and freshen up for the meal. With most of the school in the Great Hall, the corridors and stair cases were silent. "Wattlebird" Hermione whispered standing at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. Creaking, the painting of the fat lady swung to one side, revealing the common room. Hermione steps inside and started to head for the girls dormitory. But she was stopped dead in her tracks by the soft sounds of a girl sobbing. She looks around the large circular room, checking the portraits on the wall. But they were all silent. As she stepped forward, the back of a girls head came into sight. She was on the sofa in front of the fire, with her head in her hands and long pale red hair draping her face. "Ginny?" Hermione enquired, stepping forward to see if it was her."Ginny are you okay?" "I want to be alone." Came the response of a quivering voice, her words lost amongst the sobbing. Quietly, Hermione stepped around the sofa and knelt on the floor. She placed her papers down and with one hand took hold of Ginny's wrist. Her soft grip coaxed Ginny into timidly lifting her head. Her face was terribly read, her eyes swollen with tears. She briefly stopped sobbing, seemingly perplexed by Hermione's friendship. "I, I... I've had a terrible accident." She stuttered, and burst into tears again. Concerned, Hermione's attention was suddenly grasped by a dark patch on the front of Ginny's skirt. Her eyes widened as it dawned on her what had happened. Not giving away what she'd seen, Hermione lent forward to console Ginny. They hugged for a few minutes, as Ginny's tears ran down Hermione's back. "I just feel so stupid," Ginny continued to stutter, "It's the sort of thing kids do." "Tell me what happened." Hermione said, moving to sit next to Ginny on the sofa. "I, um. Well I fell asleep." She was finding it hard to form the words. "I fell asleep and I. Well I guess I didn't realise..." Realising she was finding it painful to talk about, Hermione interrupted Ginny, "It's okay," she said, "I understand." Delicately using the tips of her thumbs, Hermione carefully wiped away Ginny's tears. Her cheeks were soft, and she continued to stoke them affectionally. For a brief moment, the room was completely silent. Hermione looked into Ginny's shy wet eyes. She was trying to work out the best way to move forward. "Let's stand," Hermione broke the silence, "Come up." She was abrupt, standing first and holding a hand to help Ginny up. "We can fix this," She reassured her. Eventually Ginny raised one timid hand and placed it slowly into Hermione's firm grip. Hermione yanked her up. There was a huge wet patch on the sofa, the yellow liquid dwelling on the surface of the fabric, glistening in the flickering light of the fire. Ginny stood in shame. She looked like a guilty puppy standing next to a broken vase. "Turn around then. Show me what I'm dealing with." Hermione's almost regimental assertion was paying off. Looking ashamed at her feet, Ginny slowly tuned on the spot. The little patch on the front of her skirt was nothing compared to the big black wet stain over her bottom. Out of Ginny's sight, Hermione was transfixed by what she saw. She smiled to herself. Still with an air of dominance, Hermione begun to explain, "You know, I did something like this once." "You did?" Ginny was glad to hear she wasn't the only one to have a bad accident. "It wasn't long after we first arrived here. I wet my bed in the dorm. But no-one ever knew. You never new did you?" "No. How did you hide it?" She was excited to hear there could be a way of no-one finding out. "There's a spell, would you like me to teach you it?" Ginny turned to face Hermione, who's eyes quickly darted up from her bottom in the pretence she was not quite so attracted by the pee soaked skirt. "I'll do it on you first, listen carefully." Hermione always loved the chance to demonstrate her skills. She took her wand from her pocket and delicately held it, pointing at the sofa. With a perfectly executed flick and precession elocution, she spoke if a firm fast voice. "Urina Sicco!" With that thousands of tiny droplets exploded out of the wet fabric. They spiralled up away from the sofa, forming a light mist of liquid which hovered in a cloud around the point of Hermione's wand. "She that," she said, turning to Ginny with a proud smile on her face, "That's all your pee." Ginny stared, not sure what to say. Her face continued to burn red. Hermione held her hand to one side of the mist, pointing into it. With pomp she reach into it, curling her fingers around the cloud of pee. For a moment, she transfixed herself, then suddenly snapped out of it. "Right," she said, and carried the lead the cloud over to the fire, where she held it over the flames. The formation broke and ever tiny drop began to clime up the chimney. When all the pee had left her wand, she turned and pointed it at Ginny's skirt. "Urina Sicco!" She cast the spell again and the small patch on the front of Ginny's skirt was transformed into another cloud of pee droplets. Hermione instructed Ginny to turn again, under the pretence that she's clean the back of it. But with Ginny's eyes now in the opposite direction, Hermione took the chance to look closer and the small cloud of pee she was holding. Biting her lip, she looked at the tiny particles glistening in the light. Then quickly before the hesitation seemed to long, she took one last cheeky glance at Ginny's sodden skirt and waved her wand. "Urina Sicco!" After Hermione had lead the final lot of pee into the fire and up the chimney, she turned to look at Ginny. They smiled at each other, and for the first time Ginny relaxed. Her red cheeks were beginning to settle and her eyes had a sense of calm in them. But Hermione wanted to make sure Ginny could clean up should it ever happen again. "Now you must practice the spell," she said, "Two flicks with a little twist of the wrist, then just hold it steady else you'll drop the pee. Do you want to try it now?" Ginny nodded, smiling. Hermione looked at the entrance. "They're all still in the Great Hall aren't they?" she asked. Ginny nodded again, and gave a little nervous giggle. She had no idea what Hermione was about to do. Hermione stepped back onto the rug in front of the fire. She lifted her skirt as if about to curtesy... TO BE CONTINUED...
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  9. Goldenstorm

    Hermione

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  10. DESPERATIONMAN

    Female Hermoine's Desperation

    Hermoine got out of bed at 8:00am, slightly later than usual. She wore pink pyjamas, that complimented her large breasts. She got undressed, showing off her excellent figure. She slipped into a pair of white cotton panties, a black skirt, her white school shirt and black jumper. She noticed an urge to pee, but was already late so went downstairs for breakfast. Hermione forgot about this urge to pee as she spoke to her best friends Harry and Ron at breakfast, so didn't notice that she had consumed an unusually large amount of orange juice. She suddenly noticed a sharp urge to pee and excused herself from the table. "Gotta go guys. See you in Defence against the dark arts," Hermione said, casually walking back to her dorm. But her watch was slow, so she hadn't realised that the dorms had already closed and that it was time for lessons. "Maybe I can hold it till breaktime," Hermione murmered. She went to defence against the dark arts as usual, but Harry noticed she seemed unusually unfocused. "Hermione, are you okay?" Harry whispered. "Yeah, fine," Hermione whispered back, casually lying about her filling bladder. "Okay then," Harry replied, turning back round. "Granger, Potter, is there something you'd like to share with all of us?" Snape asked. Draco sat at the back, sniggering as usual, which was met by a stare from Ron. "No Professor, I was just asking the time," Harry lied. "Perhaps you'd like to come back at breaktime then?" asked Snape. "No thanks," said Harry. "It wasn't an offer, it was a punishment. You too Granger," he snarled. 'Dammit' Hermione thought, 'I won't be able to pee now,' Thinking about it made the urge increase, and she slipped her hand up her dress to gain momentary relief. It was a double lesson, so Hermione was in pain for most of it. Her bladder was getting very full, and she didn't want to soak her nice cotton panties in front of everyone. Finally the bell went, but Hermione forgot she had to see Snape afterwards. Snape spoke for 20 minutes of their 30 minute break, and Hermione was getting increasingly desperate, even grabbing her crotch while he was speaking to her. Finally she was allowed to leave, and she ran to the toilet. "Wait Hermione, aren't you getting anything to eat?" Harry asked. "No, I have to pee really bad," Hermione replied, not even hiding her desperation anymore. She ran to the toilets, only to find a line of desperate girls. She was close to tears at this point, when she felt a long spurt of pee fly out of her vagina, soaking part of her panties. She was at the front, when Ginny rushed in. "Hermione, please can I go first?" she begged. "I'm really desperate," Hermione exclaimed. "So am I, my panties are starting to soak," Ginny cried. "Fine," Hermione grumbled, pushing her hands into her crotch. She heard Ginny's pee hit the toilet bowl, and the sound of relief that she made. Hermione couldn't take it anymore, and the pee rapidly flowed out of her panties. She removed them, and peed all over the floor. Ginny walked out, only to see Hermione squatting on the floor peeing. She was upset and humiliated, but they both never spoke of this again.