Hermione's Mistake

Chapter 12
An Unfamiliar Feeling

The Great Hall looked quite spectacular tonight, with it’s ceiling of calming twilight in direct contrast to the anxiety felt by Hermione and Ginny. Luckily for the two of them, it was still Winter Break, so the Great Hall was relatively empty. Ginny and Hermione both had nervous smiles as they sat down in their seats. Because of the small number of students, there was only one table for everybody, instead of separation by House. More good fortune came in that Hermione and Ginny didn’t see anybody that they knew personally. Ginny sighed inwardly at their luck, but couldn’t shake the feeling that it wouldn’t be around for long.

“Thank you for joining us girls.” Professor McGonagall calmly stated. “We can begin now.”

As she finished her words, the table was instantly covered in enough food to feed everybody, even if the Great Hall was at it’s usual capacity. Ginny began eating her food, all the while taking glances over at Hermione to make sure she was doing okay. Hermione seemed to be doing fine, even though she needed to restrain herself a few times from eating her mashed potatoes with her hands. About halfway through, everything seemed to be going well. A look of relief passed over Hermione’s face, causing Ginny to slightly panic.

“Has she regressed, again?” Ginny thought to herself, nervously.

Hermione then used her right arm to scratch her left shoulder. Ginny sighed, knowing that that was a sign the two devised, so that Ginny could know Hermione’s condition. That look of relief must have meant that Hermione had used her diaper. A few minutes later, a similar, yet different look passed over Hermione’s face. Ginny once again got nervous, but Hermione was more prompt in her shoulder scratch. Ginny sighed once again, but soon became confused about the face Ginny made. As a few seconds passed, she noticed that a few people were sniffing the air.

“Oh no,” Ginny thought to herself, “She didn’t”

A few seconds of smelling the air and the embarrassed look on Hermione’s face told Ginny that she did.

“No, everything was going fine!” She thought, “I just hope that nobody notices it.”

Hermione’s face was beet-red, but she still was acting normal. It was soon apparent that she was uncomfortable in her current position, because she was shifting in her seat, and soon a tear came to her eye. Ginny could take no more. She lifted her right hand and pulled on her right earlobe. Hermione noticed it and softly nodded.

“I’m sorry, Professor McGonagall, but I need to be excused.” Hermione said, not waiting for answer.

Hermione walked as quickly as she could without making herself look suspicious or making large strides. She knew that all eyes were on her, but she hoped that it was because of her hasty retreat, and not because of her soiled garment. A few feet before she would be out of view of everybody, she released what she had been able to hold in the first time she soiled herself. It wasn’t too much, but it was enough to give her ass a noticeable bulge. She was quite far from the table though, so she hoped nobody could tell the difference. A few second after she turned the corner and out of the Great Hall, the deafening silence seemed to disappear, as she heard a little bit of talking coming from the room that she just left. Tears began pouring out of her eyes, unable to be stopped. She was so embarrassed and she was almost positive that someone had smelt her bowel movement. She began to go back to the common room, but she sat for a few minutes in order to let herself calm down.

She seemed to have calmed down, and tried to stand up. Unfortunately, she found he legs to be wobbly. She knew that this was not good, and that she would have to hurry to the common room. She began to shakily walk up the stairs, but every step up, was a step down for her coordination. Soon, she wasn’t sure if it was safe for her to be standing, so she reluctantly sat down on the floor and began to crawl up the stairs. Soon, her mind began to fog up. She tried to fight it, but as she reached the top of the stairs, her mind had almost fallen to the bottom of her mental stairs. She felt the diaper she was wearing was cold, uncomfortable, and on the verge of leaking. She soon forget where it was that she was going, and began to crawl aimlessly down the halls.

Meanwhile, Ginny had to make a fool out of herself too, in order to excuse herself to check on the status of Hermione. She cursed her luck as she trekked up towards the common room, hoping that Hermione made it up without incident.

Hermione’s diaper was becoming uncomfortable to the point of tears. For the second time in only a little while, she began to cry. This time though, it was accompanied by wailing. The castle was large enough to prevent those in the Great Hall from hearing her, but it was ear-piercing none-the-less.

Having gone to the common room, and not finding Hermione anywhere, Ginny began to get nervous. The castle was enormous, and very dangerous, whether your mind was that of a teenager or a toddler. As she walked down an unfamiliar hallway, a faint sound reached her ears. It almost sounded like crying. Ginny sprinted in the direction it was coming from, noticing that it was getting louder and confirming her guess about the crying. It wasn’t long before she found Hermione on her back, still crying her eyes out.

“Come on, Hermione” Ginny said.

The young witch continued to bawl, however, and Ginny found that she wouldn’t calm down. Ginny soon became nervous that supper would be finished soon, and the few students would enter into earshot of Hermione’s crying. Ginny knew that the problem was Hermione’s diaper and realized that she would have to change her here if she hoped to get her back to the common room. Ginny conjured a diaper, wipes and powder, and began the all-to-familiar task of changing her friend’s diaper. Her heart was beating quickly, due to her paranoia of being caught by some returning to their common room. Ginny finished the diaper change, and banished all the trash and unneeded items. After doing so, she tried to help Hermione to her feet, but she refused to sit up. Ginny sighed and began a levitation spell to “carry” Hermione up to the common room. As soon as Hermione got a few feet off the ground, she began to thrash and panic. Ginny, knowing she couldn’t stop her from thrashing, knew the dangers of trying to lift an unstable object. She didn’t want to risk injury to Hermione, so she set her on the floor. She enchanted her arms to increase her strength, and lifted Hermione, one hand under her rear, and the other across her back. Hermione’s legs were wrapped around Ginny’s waist while her arms were wrapped around Ginny’s neck. Ginny sighed, knowing deep down that she expected something like this to happen.

On the way back to the common room, Ginny noticed that Hermione had fallen asleep. Ginny was making sure to use some lesser known hallways, in order to avoid being seen by anybody. After many minutes of traversing, Ginny found herself in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.

“Incantation” Ginny quietly stated.

The Fat Lady gave a confused look, but swung open anyway. Ginny took a quick glance to see if anybody was in the common room. Like she expected, she didn’t see anybody, so she quickly went in. She led Hermione to her room and laid her in her crib. Ginny’s arms were fatigued, but she was wide awake, her nerves still shaken after the dinner debacle. She sat down in a chair and let out a sigh of relief, her nerves only somewhat loosening. As she did, she felt the familiar feeling of the need to pee. She stood up and began walking to the bathroom. She stopped herself before taking more than two steps. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Hermione’s diaper stack.

“What if I just...No, I won’t” Ginny said to herself, still unsure. “No. I don’t need them; only Hermione does.”

Even as she tried to put her foot down on this matter, she still felt compelled.

“Hermione just seems so happy most of the time” She thought, “And it’s only one.”

Ginny walked over to the stack and slowly grabbed one of the diapers from the stack. She undid it, and once again noticed the worlds of difference between holding one to change someone else and holding one to put on herself. It was as if all the nerves in her hand had been powered up to point of super recognition of all the subtle nuances in the fabric of the garment. Ginny glanced at Hermione and saw her sleeping peacefully. Ginny quietly walked a few steps and sat on the floor. She went to remove her pants, but something stopped her. She noticed Hermione’s changing table. She walked over to it, noticing that the urge to urinate had now become an urgent need. She hopped onto the changing table and laid down, noticing the soft cushion on the table. She removed her pants and underwear, still nervous that Hermione would wake up. She grabbed the diaper and slid it under her butt. Then, with some quick thinking, she grabbed the baby powder and powdered her crotch. She then lifted the front of the diaper over her groin and taped it up. She sat up, once again reveling in the mysterious feeling. She hopped off of the changing table and was reminded of her need to relieve herself. She decided she wasn’t ready to pee yet, and decided to hold it in until she was ready. Making sure to remember where she left her pants, she sat down on the floor, before crawling over to Hermione’s crib. On the table to the side of the crib was Hermione’s stash of pacifiers. Ginny grabbed one of the soothers and cleaned it with her wand. She stuck it in her mouth and began to suck on it. It took her a few seconds to get the mechanics down, but once she did, it felt natural. Ginny, now content in her situation, tried to relax her bladder. Her mind had a reluctance to do so, but the need to go outweighed that reluctance, and soon her bladder released. She felt the warm liquid emanate from the front of her diaper, and stared at the wall contentedly. As she felt herself stop urinating, she reveled in the feeling of her wet diaper. She decided that she didn’t need to be changed immediately, so she began to crawl again. After a few minutes, she grabbed one of Hermione’s bottles, cleaned the nipple, and filled it with milk. She crawled over to Hermione’s couch, sat down, and spit the pacifier into her hand. She stuck the bottle in and began to drink her milk. She felt a little tired, so she laid down as she continued to suck. It only took a few minutes for her to fall asleep, still not wearing any pants.

She woke up with the bottle laying next to her open mouth, a line of drool still suspended between the two. It took a few seconds for her mind to get readjusted with the world around her, but when she did, she noticed that her diaper was less comfortable and more itchy. The thought of her diaper caused her to sit up suddenly. She looked over at the crib, and saw that Hermione was still snoozing away. She sighed in relief.

“I guess I didn’t sleep for too long” She thought to herself.

She didn’t know what time it was when she fell asleep, but it couldn’t have been more than an hour or two. She walked, not crawled, over to the changing table and hopped up. She undid the tapes of the diaper, on which the brooms were zooming around, and slid it out from under her. She balled it up and put it aside to throw it out later. She grabbed a few baby wipes, wiped down her private area, and placed the wipe next to her used diaper. As she sat naked, she pondered her choice of underwear. She decided that Hermione was known for being able to sleep for long periods of time, and chose a diaper. She went through the process of changing herself, and then hopped off the changing table. She put her pants on, just in case, and walked over to the couch. Her nap had somewhat reinvigorated her, so she decided to work on some of her assignments that she had been putting off.

She had been working for about thirty minutes when she noticed the feeling of a different bodily function that needed attending to. She remembered the earlier embarrassment and shame at the feeling of the last time she soiled her diaper. She decided against using the diaper for her bowel movement, and relieved herself in the lavatory.

When she came out of the bathroom, she felt fatigue begin to set in again. She walked over to the couch and sat down. She picked her/Hermione’s pacifier up off of the floor and cleaned it. She popped it in her mouth, not thinking about the consequences, and laid on the couch, conjuring a blanket. She fell into a dreamless sleep just seconds later.