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|It all started on a typical day at Hogwarts Academy. Harry, Ron and Hermione were on their way to their least favorite class, Potions. When they arrived, they cringed when they saw their assignment on the board. They were to each make a memory-erasing potion and drink a swig of it in front of the entire class.
“This sucks”, Harry proclaimed.
“I’m going to fail”, Ron said dejectedly.
“Maybe if you studied like Snape told us to, you wouldn’t be in this predicament”, Hermione stated.
“Shut up, Hermione”, Harry and Ron replied simultaneously.
As the trio took their seats, Harry noticed that Draco was giving their group a snide look. While Harry was setting up his equipment, Snape walked into the room and yelled at the class for not working fast enough.
30 mins. Later
As the class was struggling with the potion, Hermione had finished and was waiting the required 20 minutes for it to turn blue. Hermione was sitting in her seat, studying to past the time. If she had been paying attention to her potion, she would have noticed Draco mix some extra ingredients into it. With everybody struggling with their potion, nobody noticed Draco’s mischievous deed.
Hermione took a glance at her potion after the required 20 minutes passed, and chagrined as she realized that the potion was a light purple, instead of blue. She looked around and noticed that with the exception of a select few, most of the other potions in the class were either green, or spewing foul, orange smoke. She tried to lift her spirits by telling herself that it was a very difficult potion, but the fact that a few people had accomplished the goal made her unhappy. Everybody’s potions were set up in front of them as Snape walked in to test his pupil’s abilities.
In order to properly test the potions, Snape would tell the student a key word. After the student had drunk a swig of the potion, Snape would give them some truth serum, and ask for the password. If the student remembered the password, he/she gets a zero, if he/she doesn’t remember it, you get graded based on how much Snape likes you.
As Hermione’s turn came, she was slightly relieved to realize that nobody had yet to pass. Snape walked up to her potion, and smiled his crude little smile.
“Well, I guess you’re not as perfect as you thought you were, now are you Ms. Granger?”, Snape said with a hint of smugness.
“I don’t know what I did wrong sir, but the color could be caused by...”, Hermione replied before being cut off.
“I care not for your excuses, Ms. Granger. I only care to test your abilities as a potion maker.”, Snape replied.
“Your keyword is ‘Failure’.”, Snape said with a slight smirk..
As Hermione swigged her potion, she felt lightheaded and dizzy, which made her think her potion worked. That thought ended, however, when the effects went away, but the password was still in her mind, as if to remind her of her humiliation.
“Your truth serum, Ms. Granger”, Snape said.
She drank the swig of truth potion, and waited for it’s effects to take hold. As she waited, she tried to think of what she could have done wrong, but nothing came to mind.
“All right, Ms. Granger, what was the keyword.”, Snape asked menacingly.
“Failure.”, she instantly blurted out.
She hung her head in shame after realizing what she did.
“Don’t worry Hermione,” Ron said comfortingly. “It happens to everybody.”
“Not to me it doesn’t”, Hermione stated dejectedly.
“That’s a Zero, Ms. Granger. Also, Gryffindor loses 20 points for your overconfidence.”, Snape said with a hint of joy.
Hermione walked out the classroom as the period ended, thinking to herself that this day couldn’t get any worse. Little did she know, it was about to get a lot worse.
Harry and Ron were scared about Hermione. She hated failure with an intensity hundreds of times greater than Ron’s hatred of spiders. They found her sulking in the common room in front of the fireplace.
“Cheer up Hermione”, Harry said comfortingly. “It’s only potions. Nobody will fault you for failing one of Snape’s assignments.”
“I do all the time”, Ron added.
“Not helping” Harry replied, sounding annoyed.
“I know”, Hermione interjected. “But I’m not use to failure.”
“Hermione”, Harry muttered before being cut off.
“I think I’ll go take a nap for an hour or two.”, Hermione stated, climbing the stairs to the Girls Dormitory.
“I hope she’ll be okay”, Ron said.
“Me too”, added Harry.
1 hour later
Hermione had just woken up from her nap, intending to clear her head. Unfortunately, she noticed that her first thought was of her failure earlier that day. Her thoughts on the issue were diverted when she noticed a warm, wet feeling in the bed. She threw off her blanket, and noticed that for the first time in many years, she had wet the bed.
Hermione stared in shock at her wet patch. Tears were falling from her eyes, and she had no idea what to do. Fortunately, her common sense returned to her, and she did a series of quick spells to clean the wet patch on her pants and the bed. She also got rid of the urine smell in the air. Even though she cleaned her pants and underwear, she still felt it necessary to change into a new outfit. While she was changing, she tried to think of reasons that this could happen to her. The only things that came to mind were disease and stress. Stress was in the forefront of her mind, because of the day’s earlier episode. Hermione felt worse than earlier, but tried to forget her troubles as she went to join her friends for her afternoon classes.
“Are you okay, Hermione?”, Harry asked as they met in the common room.
“I’m fine”, she replied, not too convincingly.
“You don’t look fine”, Ron added.
“I said I’m fine!”, Hermione said, nearly yelling.
Both Harry and Ron knew it was time to shut up. They just looked at each other and walked out the door to their next class. By the time they got to their “History of Magic” class, Hermione seemed fine. In fact, as Harry noticed, she seemed to have a childlike exuberance surrounding her. She was skipping around, and had to be told repeatedly which way the class was. During class, she didn’t look like she understood anything that the Professor was telling the class. Her notes were just scribbles, and Harry even caught her sucking her thumb at one point. After class, Hermione had a look of normalcy about her.
“Hermione, are you okay?”, Harry said, looking concerned and confused.
“I told you before, I’m fine.” Hermione stated, looking annoyed.
“Not about that.”, Harry replied. “I meant about what happened on the way to class and during class.”
“What are you talking about, Harry?” Hermione asked, looking confused.
“You were acting like a little kid, Hermione.” Harry said. “You skipped around, talked like a child, and even sucked your thumb once!”
“I did no such thing, Harry.” Hermione replied. “You must be going bonkers.”
“You saw it, didn’t you Ron?” Harry asked.
“You should know I don’t pay attention in class, Harry”, Ron said, “Not even to you and Hermione”
“Come on, guys”,Hermione stated, “We better get to class before we’re late”
The group left, leaving Harry confused and wanting answers.
“Just what the hell was going on today?”, he thought to himself, as he followed his friends to their next class.
The rest of the day went just as any other day would. Hermione was acting perfectly normal, leading Harry to believe that he was just imagining her childish behavior. He put it out of his mind, and started his assignments. A few minutes later, Hermione said good-night and went to bed. She looked nervous as she changed and laid down, afraid of a repeat of the earlier day’s problem. She did her best to ignore it, and went to sleep. During her sleep, she had a weird dream. She was in a baby’s highchair, being fed by Harry. She tried to say something, but all that came out was baby babble. She started to throw a tantrum to get Harry’s attention, but doing so knocked over her baby bottle filled with warm milk, which spilled all over her crotch area.
“Looks like the baby made a little mess,” Harry cooed.
Harry then lifted Hermione out of the highchair and laid her down on a plastic changing mat. He then took off her pants and underwear, and grabbed a baby wipe. Even though Hermione wanted to fight what was happening, she found herself unable to move. Harry then wiped her crotch with the baby wipe, and sprinkled some baby powder on her. Hermione knew what was next, but was helpless to fight it. Harry grabbed a large disposable diaper and slid it under Hermione’s bare bottom. He then taped up the sides of the diaper and lifted Hermione into the air effortlessly. He put her back into the highchair, and put a pacifier into her mouth. She tried to spit it out, but she found herself unable to do so. While Harry was refilling Hermione’s baby bottle, she felt a squishy feeling between her legs. She hit the front of her diaper, and realized it was wet. She had wet without realizing it! She found herself able to cry at that moment, and cry she did.
“Looks like somebody has a wet diaper,” Harry cooed, as the dreamworld faded away.
Hermione woke up drenched with sweat and breathing hard. At least she thought she was drenched in sweat. She became aware that she was not wet with sweat when she got a whiff of the air. She could smell urine. Her heart beat faster and she began to sweat profusely as she lifted her covers, hoping she was imagining the smell of urine. Her heart plummeted and her eyes became teary as she saw the big stain on her night clothes and bed. A quick glance around told her she was the last one in the dorm, so she wouldn’t have to explain the smell to anyone. She quickly did the same spells she did yesterday to clean her clothes and bed, and also get rid of the urine smell in the air. She was distraught at the circumstances. If she had only wet once, she could pass it off as an accident, but the second time in a row couldn’t be an accident. Then she remembered her dream, and how vividly the feeling of her wet diaper felt. Maybe it was just a coincidence after all! The first time was an accident and the second time was caused by her dream. That made the 17 year old witch happy as she changed into her clothes for the day.
Harry and Ron were in the common room, waiting for Hermione so that the three could go and get breakfast. Harry saw Hermione come down the steps with a spring in her step, and worryingly saw that childlike glimpse in her eye again. It wasn’t as intense as the day before, but it was still there.
“Finally,” Ron said. “We almost missed breakfast because of you!”
“Oh, stow it,” Hermione replied. “You didn’t have to wait for me, you know.”
“Whatever,” Ron stated. “Let’s just get some food.”
Down at breakfast, Harry noticed Hermione acting kind of childishly. Not as extreme as yesterday, but her table manners seemed to have gone out the window. Despite the plethora of food on her face, her napkin remained untouched. She was drawing a few stares from the people sitting close by, but she didn’t seem to care. She continued to scarf down her food, much like giving a sack of ham sandwiches to a hobo. As Harry was watching, he saw the look in her eyes fade, and her face turn red. She quickly swallowed the large chunk of food in her mouth, and wiped her face down with the napkin.
“That was embarrassing.” She thought to herself.
“This is going to be another long day” Harry told himself.
Hermione found herself unable to focus on her classes for most of the day. She was too busy thinking of her recent streak of bed-wetting. She just didn’t think that the “coincidence” excuse was valid. She pressed her brain for any other reasons for why she could’ve started wetting the bed. The only reason she could think of was, once again, stress. She then realized that the only thing stressing her out currently, was the problem she thought could be caused by stress. That really didn’t make much sense to the young witch, so she dismissed stress as a cause and was back where she started. In Potions class, she forced herself to forget about her current problems so she could pay more attention and not make any more mistakes like she did yesterday. As she entered the dreary room, she saw Malfoy give her that smug, “I know something you don’t know” look. She put that out of her mind and took her seat next to her friends as Snape entered the classroom.
“Will there be anymore mistakes today Ms. Granger?” Snape asked with a look of contempt.
“No, sir” Hermione answered, suppressing her anger.
“Good, good” Snape replied with a feigned look of content.
The class went on as usual, with Hermione making sure that she did everything right. She was relieved to discover that there was no problems with her potion-making. She left the class as normal, albeit with a few more smug glances from Malfoy. She tried to find the meaning in those seemingly evil stares, but the meaning seemed to pass her by. She left the potions class at the end of the period and went to her next class
A few hours later
It was once again time for Hermione’s “History Of Magic” class. She decided to use the class as a chance to think about her nighttime incidences. When class started, she made it look like she was writing notes, but in reality she was just writing random words and scribbles. The basis of her thought problem was what to do if it happened again that night. After much deliberation, she decided that if it happened again that night, she would go talk with Madam Pomfrey about it. As that decision presented itself, Hermione felt a sense of relief. Following that relief, there was a feeling of warmth, specifically around her crotch, and another feeling that would be classified as wetness. The second that the cogs in her mind put 2 and 2 together, she started to sweat profusely, and her legs began to tremble. She looked down at her crotch and nearly swore out loud when she saw the stain on her pants.
“Crap!” She thought to herself. “I just wet myself in the middle of class! What the hell is happening to me?”
She held back her tears and quietly used an all too familiar spell to clean her clothes. She didn’t worry about the one to get rid of the smell of urine, because the satin wasn’t there long enough to create an odor. She quickly looked around the room to see if anybody had noticed anything amiss. She didn’t anybody that looked like they saw something, and if anybody had, they were hiding it very well. She now knew that she would have to go see Madam Pomfrey later that day to try and figure out what is wrong with her.
“I hope that Madam Pomfrey has something that can get rid of my problem” Hermione thought to herself.
A few minutes later, class ended and the students left the room.
“Hey Hermione, are you okay?” Harry asked. “You looked a little nervous back there.”
“N-no, I’m f-fine.” Hermione stammered.
“You sure?” asked Ron. “You’re kinda stammering right now.”
“I’m just t-tired, that’s all.” she mumbled, not too convincingly.
“Okay, as long as you’re fine” Harry responded, not believing her for a second.
Hermione just smiled weakly and followed the boys to their next class. She knew that later that evening, she would have to meet Madam Pomfrey to discuss an issue she didn’t want anybody but herself to know about. She just sighed inwardly and continued along.
As much as she was dreading it, Hermione knew that she had to discuss the issue with Madam Pomfrey. She walked up to her office door and knocked. Madam Pomfrey promptly opened the door and saw Hermione standing their, looking embarrassed.
“Can I help you?” Madam Pomfrey asked.
“Er, I have a problem.” Hermione stuttered. “Could you help me?”\
“Of course!” Madam Pomfrey answered. “What’s the problem?”
“Well, it’s kind of embarrassing.” Hermione replied, blushing.
“Oh” Madam Pomfrey replied “Come into my office”
Hermione followed Madam Pomfrey into her office and sat down in the chair that Madam Pomfrey gestured at.
“What’s the problem” Madam Pomfrey asked comfortingly.
“Well, lately I’ve been having a, um, problem with, um, wetting my bed.” Hermione said, with a face redder than an apple.
“Oh” Madam Pomfrey replied
“And I just wet myself in class a few hours ago” Hermione added.
“While you were awake?” Madam Pomfrey asked.
“Yes” replied Hermione.
“Hmm” Madam Pomfrey said, looking deep in thought. “Please stand over there”
Hermione walked over to where Madam Pomfrey pointed, and waited for further instructions. Madam Pomfrey took out her wand and aimed it at Hermione.
Hermione found herself surrounded by a white aura. After a few seconds the aura turned green and vanished.
“Well, a green aura means you are not sick” Madam Pomfrey stated “This problem must be something else.”
“Like what?” Hermione asked.
“Most likely mental” Madam Pomfrey replied.
“Just like I thought” Hermione thought to herself.
“Can you help me?” Hermione asked.
“Well,” Madam Pomfrey replied “I can’t tamper with your mind to help you. I guess I have something, but you won’t like it.”
“If it helps me, I’ll take it” Hermione replied.
“Okay” replied Madam Pomfrey “I’ll go get it”
As she said that, Madam Pomfrey summoned a ladder. Hermione looked up for the first time and was amazed. The office seemed to extend up forever with shelves of magic and medicinal things. Madam Pomfrey climbed the giant ladder for a while until she was out of sight.
“WATCH OUT!” yelled Madam Pomfrey.
Hermione saw a small black dot grow larger until it was in clear view. Hermione jumped out of the way as the black glass orb shattered on the floor of the office. Not knowing what it was, Hermione did not want to touch it.
A few minutes later, Madam Pomfrey descended the ladder.
“Sorry about that” Madam Pomfrey said as she magically fixed the orb and flew it up to its respective location. “I need to be more careful”
She handed Hermione a package. Hermione took the package and noticed that it felt squishy and crinkly.
“What is this?” Hermione asked.
“Err, Incontinence briefs, or as you might know them as, diapers” Madam Pomfrey said.
Hermione’s blushed intensely. “Diapers!” Hermione almost shouted.
“Yes” Madam Pomfrey replied. “I know you don’t like them, but it’s either diapers or wet pants.”
“I’ll take the diapers” Hermione replied reluctantly.
“Good” Madam Pomfrey replied. “Do you need me to help you put one on?”
“No!” Hermione answered almost instantly. “I can do it myself.”
“Okay” Madam Pomfrey replied “If you need more, just come and ask.”
“Okay, thanks” Hermione said, not looking too happy.
She left the office with her package, and looked distraught that there existed no magical solution to her problem. “What’s the point of magic if it can’t solve your problems” She thought to herself. She walked down the corridor on the way to the Gryffindor common room and sighed to herself. Her problem just got more complicated.
Hermione went into the Common Room, and stealthily ran to the Girl’s Dorm before anybody noticed the “package” she was holding. It was still a little early to go to sleep, so she placed the diapers under her bed and went back down to the Common Room to socialize with her friends.
The rest of the night went smoothly, and eventually Hermione said Goodnight and retired to her bed. She made sure that she was the first girl there, so that she wouldn’t be seen by anybody. She climbed into her bed and closed the curtain, just in case. She then took off her pants and underwear, and grabbed the bag under her bed. She opened the package and removed one of the diapers inside of it. She felt the diaper with her hands. It was a weird plastic/cloth like feeling. She psyched herself up, and went to put it on.
“I recognize that I need these at night, but I refuse to wear these during the day.” Hermione said to herself. “I still have a little dignity left.”
After her speech, Hermione took the disposable and slid it under her naked bum. She then pulled the other side over her naked front and taped the sides tightly. After she finished she sat up to admire her work.
“These aren’t so bad” She thought to herself “It’s like wearing a thin pillow.”
She felt the front of the diaper a few times and couldn’t help but smile as she smacked the front very hard, but didn’t feel any pain. She then finished changing into her night clothes and placed her diapers under the bed. She found herself falling asleep a few minutes later. As she slept her thumb entered her mouth and she began to suck on it. That night she had the same dream that she had the night before.
Hermione woke up the next morning, removing her thumb from her mouth with a look of embarrassment, and looked exuberant when she didn’t feel that her pants were wet. She pulled off her blanket, and sure enough, her pants were dry. Then she remembered what she was wearing under her pants. She slid her hand down the waistband of her diaper and pulled it back when she felt the wetness. Her diaper was thoroughly soaked. As she stood up, she realized that she had to go to the bathroom. She got a weird impulse which told her to use her diaper. The urge was so overpowering that she had to obey. She relaxed her bladder, and felt the warm liquid rush to the absorbent garment. After she was finished, she felt ashamed for what she did, and wanted to get out of her diaper as soon as possible. Making sure there was nobody in the room, she dropped her pants and was amazed at how large the diaper now was. All the urine it had absorbed made it expand in size. Hermione then peeled off the wet garment and used a spell to send it to a garbage dump far away. She then summoned a few moist towelettes to clean the urine on her groin, and a few napkins to dry off.
After a quick shower, Hermione changed into her clothes for the day. She went to grab a pair of underwear, but she got another strange impulse. This urge told her to wear a diaper, instead of panties. She didn’t want to, but the impulse got stronger and stronger until she found herself grabbing a diaper from her bag under her bed and laid her naked rear on it. She taped up the sides and pulled her pants up. As she did so, the impulse went away, and the feeling of shame returned.
“I’m not a baby” Hermione thought to herself “I don’t need these during the day”
As she went to drop her pants to take off the diaper, she mysteriously stopped.
“Well, I guess there’s no reason to take it off and waste it” She thought to herself “I’ll just wear it for the rest of day and overnight. That way I won’t waste one” She didn’t realize, however, that she would have to take the diaper off in order to go to the bathroom.
Hermione looked down at her waist and realized that the pants did a very good job at reducing the bulge the diaper produced. In fact, you couldn’t realize that she was wearing a diaper unless you were actually looking for it. Since nobody knew of her new garments, that wouldn’t be a problem. Hermione then exited the dorm and went down to the Common Room, not noticing the slight waddle she had from the diaper.
Hermione walked into the common room, greeting all her fellow Gryffindors and scanning the room to see if anybody had noticed her diaper. Nobody seemed to have, so Hermione left to go get breakfast.
Down in the Great Hall, Hermione met Ron and Harry and the three began consuming their breakfasts. The trio discussed many things, including their homework and their classes for the day. Near the end of breakfast, Hermione felt a familiar feeling of pressure. She had to go to the bathroom. She decided to once again use the diaper for it’s intended purpose, instead of getting up to find a restroom. She relaxed her bladder with significantly less effort than she had earlier that morning, and let out a sigh of relief at the easing of the pressure. Hermione’s first class of the day was to begin soon, so she said good-bye to the boys and left for class.
“Did you notice anything weird about how Hermione walked?” Asked Harry.
“No” replied Ron “Did you?”
“Yeah” Harry answered “It looked like she was waddling a little bit”
“Don’t lie” Ron replied “You were checking out her ass”
“Shut up” Harry said, slugging Ron in the shoulder.
Meanwhile, Hermione was walking to her class, noticing how weird it felt to wear a wet diaper. She knew that she couldn’t change for a while, because she didn’t bring any diapers with her. Lucky for her, she was starting to like the feeling of the wet diaper. She knew she should be repulsed, but she couldn’t help but feel a sense of delight at walking around in a wet diaper. The same type of delight that a young child feels after doing something naughty and not being caught.
A few minutes later, Hermione entered her class, but found her attention waning. She no longer had the drive to pay attention to what her boring old teacher had to say. She didn’t even understand half of what he was talking about. She just wanted to play with the paper airplane she made out of her notes. She was so absorbed in the airplane, that she didn’t even noticed as she urinated in her diaper. Eventually, she began to draw some stares as she was pretending to destroy her textbook with imaginary bullets from her paper airplane. Her teacher looked over at her, wondering what she was doing.
“Having fun, Ms. Granger?” The teacher asked
“Yup!” Hermione replied, not tearing her eyes away from her toy.
“Please stop playing, and pay attention to me!” The teacher responded, losing his patience.
“But you’re boring” Hermione replied, with a noticable lisp.
The rest of the students looked at the teacher, enjoying this unusual spectacle.
“As boring as I may be, I think you want to pass my class, correct?” The teacher replied, with a face redder than a tomato.
“Whatever” Hermione answered, becoming bored with her plane.
Her teacher now looked like he was going to explode.
“If you do not care, then I request that you leave my class, IMMEDIATELY!” The teacher responded as calmly as possible, under the circumstances.
“Doody-head” Hermione replied, shoving her supplies into her bag as unorganized as possible, and getting up to leave the room.
As she left, the teacher sighed, wondering what the problem was with his usually exemplary student.
There was still about an hour left until Hermione’s next class, so she decided to spend the rest of that time in the Gryffindor common room. By the time she reached the common room, there was about 50 minutes left. Nobody was in the common room, so she went upstairs to change out of her wet diaper. She dropped her pants, and saw that her diaper had engorged itself on her urine to grow quite a bit larger. She went to take it off, but couldn’t figure out how to do so. Even though she had done it earlier that morning, she couldn’t remember how to take it off. She struggled for a few minutes, about to throw a temper tantrum, but then decided she didn’t care. She managed to pull up her pants, not without a few problems, and crawled her way back to the common room. She managed to pull herself up on the couch, and fell asleep, once again sucking her thumb.
Hermione woke up from her nap some time later. As she sat up, she looked around the common room for other people, not realizing that she was still sucking her thumb. The earlier day was just a blur to her and she still couldn’t figure out why she was sleeping on the common room couch. As she stood up, she realized how wet her diaper really was. She walked up the stairs to get changed, and noticed how much she really waddled. Anybody looking at her would notice that she was wearing a diaper. Hermione dropped her pants, and saw just how large the diaper was. She peeled it off, and banished it away. She then summoned a few baby wipes, and cleaned herself off. She then realized that she had a bit of irritation down there.
“Oh great” She thought to herself “I’m getting diaper rash”
To help prevent the diaper rash, Hermione summoned some baby powder and powdered herself. She then put on a clean diaper. Compared to her large, wet diaper, this diaper seemed to be as thin as her panties. Hermione looked at the time and realized that she had been asleep for about 2 hours.
“Crap!” She stated out loud. “I missed two classes. Why the hell was I here sleeping?”
She continued to think about that when she realized that her History of Magic class began in just 5 minutes. She grabbed her bag, and ran out of the room, only coming when she realized that she had forgotten to put her pants back on.
She made it to class on time, and met with Harry and Ron in their usual seats.
“Where were you, Hermione?” Ron asked “You missed Potions”
“Er, I was sleeping” Hermione replied.
“Sleeping?” Harry asked “Why were you asleep?”
“I don’t know“ Said Hermione “The last thing I remember is going to my first class, then I woke up on the common room couch”
“That’s strange” Ron stated “Do you feel alright?”
“Yeah, I feel fine” Hermione replied.
“Ok” said Harry, still feeling skeptical.
As the class went on, Hermione made sure to pay attention. She was starting to fall behind, and she didn’t want to let her grade become too low. As she was writing some notes, she felt moisture around her crotch. She blushed as she realized that she had just wet her diaper without any warning or indication. She pushed that out of her mind and continued to take notes on the lesson.
At the end of the class, the trio left to go to dinner. At dinner, Hermione found herself hard-pressed to eat much. She just wasn’t that hungry. As she went to drink a glass of pumpkin juice, she ended up spilling most of it on her.
“Nice going, Hermione” Ron laughed, with a face full of food. “You should be drinking from a baby bottle”
“Shut up, Ron“ Hermione replied, while cleaning herself up.
As the dinner wore on, Hermione found herself fascinated with the idea of drinking from a bottle. She tried to push the idea from her mind, but the thought lingered with her for quite a while. After dinner, the three went up to the common room, and did their homework. After finishing, the three said good-night and left for their respective beds. When Hermione entered the girl’s dorm, she realized that she was the last girl. The others had already fallen asleep. Hermione then went to change into a new diaper as quietly as possible. When she removed her pants, she noticed that she must have wet her diaper more than the one time she felt it in class. She felt embarrassed that she had wet without realizing it, but pushed the thought out of her mind and changed into a new diaper. She changed into her night clothes, but stalled when she went to put on her pants. For some reason, she thought that she should sleep with her diaper exposed. She tried to dismiss the thought, but it lingered in her mind with such intensity that she hopped into her bed without realizing that she never put her pants on. As she fell asleep, she once again began to suck on her thumb.
The next morning, Hermione woke up and saw that her diaper was wet and yellow. She blushed when she realized that she wasn’t wearing any pants. After she sat up, she took her thumb out of her mouth and changed into new diaper, noticing that the baby powder was helping with her diaper rash. She made sure that she put pants on, and went down to the common room. She met Harry, Ron and Hermione and the three went down to breakfast. Down at breakfast, Hermione once again started to think about drinking from a baby bottle. She tried to put the thought out of her mind, but it was so intense, she didn’t even attempt to drink from her normal cup.
After breakfast, Hermione went to her first class. During that class, she felt lightheaded. Because of her lightheadedness, she was unable to write coherently, or even think clearly. She didn’t even think she’d be able to walk if she tried. The lightheadedness became so severe, she didn’t even realize as she passed out.
Hermione woke up a few minutes before the class was scheduled to end. She once again found herself sucking her thumb, but it didn’t seem like anybody saw her since she sat in the back of the class. She noticed that her lightheadedness had gone away, and found that she could walk, albeit a little wobbly. She left the class, and felt her lightheadedness return. She wobbled to the common room, forgetting that she still had classes, and fell into her bed, hoping the world would stop spinning. When she thought she was fine she sat up, and tried to figure out what was happening. Hermione then remembered that she hadn’t drunken anything all day. She thought that might have been the problem, so she grabbed her wand to summon a glass of water. As she went to do it, however, the nagging thought of a baby bottle returned. In order to rid her mind of the thought, she summoned a baby bottle full of warm milk, and began to suckle. She didn’t stop until she had finished the milk and then magically refilled it. After the second round, she dropped the bottle on the bed, and just sat there, sucking her thumb.
After about 20 minutes, she realized what she was doing, and tried to stop. Hermione found that she was unable to stop, however, and grabbed her wand with her free hand. She tried to do something to get her thumb out of her mouth, but instead she ended up summoning a pacifier. She was then able to take her thumb out of her mouth, and used her drool-covered hand to put the pacifier in her mouth. She sat there sucking on it, not realizing that she was peeing as she did so.
Later, she realized that her diaper was wet, and went to go change it. She took off her pants, and ended up falling off the bed in her attempt to grab a diaper. When she hit the ground, she instantly started crying like a baby. After a few minutes of crying, she started to calm down as the pain resided. When she fully stopped crying, she forgot why she was on the floor to begin with. She crawled around the room, playing with anything she could get her hands on. As she was playing with a book that she found, she started speaking in random baby babble. As she did, she felt her stomach rumble and felt a weird feeling on her butt. A few seconds later, she smelt something foul. Not realizing that smell was coming from her diaper, she crawled around, trying to find the source of the foul aroma. After awhile, she crawled into her bed and fell asleep, wearing nothing but a shirt and a wet/messy diaper, and sucking on a pacifier.
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