Hermione Granger and the Wet Bedsheets Part 5

Hermione reasoned that if she snuck off to the loo, she’d almost certainly find herself in hot water with Lavender. She’d gone too far to back out now, so she bit the bullet and approached the group of girls.

‘Can I have a word, Lavender?’ Hermione asked.

‘What’s the problem Hermy?’

‘Um, in private, if you don’t mind.’

Hermione half expected her to say no, but Lavender obliged her and they made their way over to an empty section of corridor.

‘What’s the matter?’ asked Lavender condescendingly, ‘Have you wet yourself?’

‘What? No!’ protested Hermione.

‘Best to check,’ said Lavender.

Hermione let out a squeal as Lavender’s hand shot up her skirt and ran over the tights covering her most private area.

‘Hmmm, actually dry. Maybe you aren’t a complete baby after all.’

‘Of course I’m dry! I told you, I don’t wet myself during the day,’ said Hermione in an angry whisper. ‘I came to see you because I need to go to the toilet. You said I had to ask you.’

‘I did. I also said that if it’s not a convenient time, you’d have to hold on like a big girl. It’s not a convenient time,’ said Lavender with a smirk.

‘Are you just trying to get me to wet myself?’ asked Hermione.

‘Of course not. That’s the last thing I want. You’re supposed to be a big girl Hermione. Hold it through divination and then I’ll take you to the toilet. I promise.’

Hermione saw that she had no choice but to go along with what Lavender was asking of her. It would leave her uncomfortably desperate. However, while Lavender had almost certainly meant it as a taunt, Hermione was a big girl, and should be able to make it through one more lesson.

As the lesson went on, Hermione’s confidence in this position gradually depleted. It wasn’t long before she found herself crossing her legs tightly under the desk, though her discomfort meant that she had to keep on switching which leg was on top. A smirk from Draco, who was sat across the room, indicated to Hermione that she was putting on quite a show. He had almost certainly been getting glimpses of her white knickers showing through under her black tights whenever she switched legs. However, that was a price that she had to pay. Letting a boy you despised get a peek of your knickers is one thing, thought Hermione, but wetting yourself like a toddler in the middle of class is quite another.

For the final fifteen minutes of class, Hermione had to thrust her hand up her skirt in a very undignified fashion. Ron gave her a look, but upon seeing her thundery face, he decided not to say anything about it. With just a few minutes to go, despite being determined to see things through, Hermione felt a small dribble escape from her. It wouldn’t be noticeable to anybody else, but Hermione knew that she didn’t have long left before she completely flooded her seat.

As soon as they were dismissed, Hermione hobbled over to Lavender.

‘Lavender, please,’ said Hermione.

‘Okay, okay. Let’s get you to the toilet before you have an accident,’ said Lavender.

She had made no attempt to keep her voice down but at this point, Hermione was beyond caring. She was on the brink of disaster. On the way to the toilets, another dribble escaped. The damp sensation in her knickers seemed to make it even harder to hold on.

At long last, they got to the nearest toilet and Hermione rushed into a stall, but Lavender followed her.

‘What are you doing?’ pleaded Hermione.

‘Taking you to the toilet, like I promised,’ said Lavender, reaching up under Hermione’s skirt and pulling her tights and knickers down in one motion.

Hermione sat herself down on the toilet and relaxed. There was a loud hiss as she emptied her poor, overstrained bladder. While she was doing this, Lavender grabbed some toilet roll from the dispenser.

‘Oh Hermy,’ said Lavender, her voice practically dripping with glee, ‘you nearly made it.’

‘What do you mean?’ asked Hermione as her stream began to subside.

Lavender pointed down at the wet spot in Hermione’s knickers. While Hermione looked at it, stunned, she offered no resistance as Lavender wiped her. Lavender was right. There was a very noticeable wet spot in her knickers.

‘So, what happens now?’ asked Hermione, dreading hearing the answer.

‘Well, you can’t go around in wet knickers all day. Luckily, I brought some for you to change into.’

Lavender reached into her pocket and produced a pink, frilly pair of Dora the Explorer knickers.

‘Lavender, they look like they’re meant for a toddler,’ protested Hermione.

‘And those,’ said Lavender, pointing at the knickers that were at half mast on Hermione’s legs, ‘look like they’ve been worn by a toddler. To tell you the truth, these are actually meant for 2-3 year olds, according to the label. They would have been far too small to fit you, but luckily, I’m quite good with engorgement charms,’ said Lavender.

‘Please, can’t I wear something else?’ pleaded Hermione. ‘These aren’t very wet. If you let me use my wand, I’m sure I could clean them up rather easily.’

‘That’s not happening, Hermy,’ said Lavender. ‘Get those pissy knickers off and then show me what you look like in these. I bet you’ll look adorable.’