Hermione's Mistake

Chapter 11
Preparation

The sound of bawling woke her up.

“Uggh” was all Ginny was able to say.

She turned and saw that Hermione was crying her eyes out. Ginny sighed and sat up. A quick time check told her that she had been sleeping for about an hour. She stood up slowly and walked over to Hermione. She was about to ask why she was crying, but a stench in the air alerted her to the cause. Ginny sighed once again, and levitated Hermione over to the changing table. She went through the process of changing Hermione’s dirty diaper, and noticed that Hermione’s tears were subsiding during the change. Ginny helped Hermione off of the changing table, and noticed that it was time for lunch. Ginny helped Hermione into her high chair and summoned up some baby food for her. Hermione didn’t seem to mind, so Ginny just tied her bib on, and grabbed her spoon. Hermione seemed to expect what was coming, and just sat in her high chair with her mouth open. Ginny opened the can of baby food and began to feed the young adult. After two cans of food, Ginny gave Hermione a fresh bottle and began to eat the lunch she summoned for herself. It was nothing fancy, just a sandwich, a banana, and a bag of crisps. She finished her lunch just as Hermione had finished her bottle.

Ginny helped Hermione out of her high chair, and wiped her cheeks with her bib. Ginny patted Hermione on the back a few times and listened for Hermione to burp. A few seconds later, Hermione let out a burp. Ginny stopped patting Hermione’s back, and used her bib to wipe up the burp remnants from Hermione’s mouth. Ginny untied the bib, and banished it away.

“Thanks” Hermione said, not blushing like she usually did. She seemed to have gotten used to the treatment, and was beginning to accept it. Truthfully, Ginny was beginning to get used to it as well. Not long ago, she would be repulsed by the idea of changing her teenage friend’s dirty diapers. Now, it seemed like old hat.

Ginny smiled and gave Hermione her pacifier. Hermione greedily snatched her soother, and stuffed it into her mouth, as if she was addicted to it. In truth, she probably was, but what could Ginny do about it? Both her and Hermione knew that there was something wrong with her, but Hermione didn’t want anybody to know. It’s not as if she could blame her; if she had been in diapers and uncontrollably regressing in behavior, she, too, would probably have the same stance that Hermione did. As she thought about herself in Hermione’s positions, she felt a jolt through her system. She looked over at Hermione, sitting on the floor, wearing nothing but a diaper, sucking her pacifier, and playing with her toys very content. Ginny couldn’t help but feel envious of the girl, being able to temporarily erase all of her stress for long periods of the time, having somebody do everything for her. Then she remembered the diapers she had worn earlier, and realized that maybe Hermione’s problem wasn’t to be envied, but not sure if she believed herself. This doubt crept through Ginny’s mind as she sat on the couch, deep in thought.

She soon began to do her homework, and pushed the doubt out of her mind, temporarily. A few minutes later, she felt a twinge in her bladder, and got up to use the bathroom. Hermione was still playing with her toy broom, but Ginny didn’t know if Hermione was in her regressed state, or just having fun. She didn’t want to take the chance of leaving a mental infant alone, even for a few minutes, so she conjured a large playpen and levitated Hermione inside. Hermione looked around at her new surroundings, but soon went back to playing. Ginny made sure that the playpen was locked, and headed for the bathroom. Inside, she sat on the toilet and did her business. As she did, she began to think about Hermione’s situation again. She began to think about whether or not Hermione could still use the toilet, even if she could control her bladder and bowels, or had she become too dependent on the diapers. The thought of the diapers stayed in Ginny’s mind and this time, she couldn’t suppress it. As she flushed, she noticed just how thin her panties actually were.

The thought still nagging on her mind, Ginny left the bathroom and found Hermione still playing in her playpen. Ginny walked over and smiled at the young witch as she was playing with the toy broom. Ginny lowered the side and went inside the playpen. Ginny noticed that the brooms on Hermione’s diapers were flying around the surface of the diaper, indicating that she was wet. Ginny helped Hermione out of the playpen and over to the changing table. Ginny made quick work of changing Hermione and helped her back to the playpen, noticing that there was still about two hours until supper. As she went to exit the playpen, Ginny felt a tug on her shirt. She turned around and saw Hermione with one fist wrapped around the fabric of her shirt.

“What?” Ginny asked.

Hermione just whined and kept tugging on Ginny’s shirt.

“You don’t want me to leave?” Ginny asked.

Hermione shook her head and held firmly onto Ginny’s shirt.

“Ok” Ginny said, “I won’t leave”

Ginny pulled the side of the playpen up hesitantly, even though she knew that this playpen didn’t have a magical lock system. Ginny sat down next to Hermione and picked up one of Hermione’s toys. Ginny soon became bored, and just watched Hermione play. Ginny soon became fascinated with the motions of her infantile friend, noticing that Hermione seemed lost in a new reality where the broom she was holding was actually flying. It was quite interesting that something so simple could fascinate Hermione so easily. Ginny seemed to lose track of time as she watched Hermione play with her toys for awhile. Hermione soon became bored with her toys and found that it was more fun to throw them out of the playpen, and then cry until Ginny went and got them for her. After the third time Ginny retrieved the tossed toy, she started to become annoyed. She looked over at Hermione, and saw her giggling.

“You’re thinking straight again, aren’t you?” Ginny asked.

“Yup” Hermione said, still giggling.

“You’re lucky I don’t make you swallow this toy” Ginny replied.

Hermione continued to giggle as Ginny walked over and locked the playpen door.

Hermione just huffed and put her pacifier in her mouth, beginning to play with another toy. Ginny walked over to the couch and began to work on her assignments again. She worked tediously for awhile, but soon realized that supper was in 20 minutes. Ginny needed to try to get Hermione to be as normal as possible before then, because they couldn’t miss supper in the Great Hall two nights in a row. Ginny dropped the playpen and led Hermione out. She was still dry, so Ginny got one of Hermione’s shirts, a pair of pants, and a bra. Ginny helped her into them without any thought of letting Hermione do it herself. She slightly transfigured the pants, so that they would fit over the diaper better. She took the pacifier out Hermione’s mouth, and then helped her to stand up.

“Listen, Hermione, I need you to act mature for dinner tonight. You said you wanted your secret to stay safe, right? Well, you know I won’t tell anyone, but you need to convince everyone else that you are a normal teenage girl. You need to feed yourself without making a mess, you can’t cry at slight annoyances, you can’t suck you thumb, and you must make sure to control your bowels. Your diapers can hide the fact that you urinate, but they can’t hide the smell of feces, nor hide the bulge a dirty diaper will produce.” Ginny said.

“I’ll try” Hermione answered.

“Ok” Ginny said, “I won’t make you drink at supper, because I don’t think you can drink from a glass without spilling all over yourself.”

“Ok” Hermione answered, starting to get nervous about the upcoming meal.

The next few minutes were spent with Ginny trying to re-instill teenage habits into Hermione. Ginny had a feeling that this dinner would go less than stellar, but still not too bad. When she believed that everything was ready, she and Hermione began their descent towards the Great Hall.

“Oh yeah, one other thing: If you find yourself becoming lightheaded, or getting a headache, or whatever, make sure to excuse yourself as soon as possible, and head back to your room.” Ginny instructed.

“Ok” Hermione said, with an ever increasing dread of what was to come.