Hermione's Problems

Troll in the Bathroom.

The next day, Hermione woke up with the familiar feeling of a wet nappy. The previous night's interaction with Harry Potter was still fresh in her mind. Hermione wearily threw the covers off herself and began untaping the wet nappy. Now that the other girls knew she wore nappies, she had started to give up on hiding them. Hermione was comfortable enough to change in front of the others. Despite spending the weekend in big girl's underwear, Hermione knew that the anxiety of returning to lessons would get to her so she slipped on a pull-up, this particular one decorated with Cinderella. Hermione then climbed out of bed and began dressing into her robes.

First up was Charms with the Ravenclaws, Hermione's heart pounding with anticipation. Professor Flitwick, with his energetic demeanour and infectious enthusiasm, always managed to make even the most complicated spells seem accessible. Hermione glanced around the room, noticing the other students chattering excitedly amongst themselves. It wasn't that Hermione didn't want to make friends; she just found it difficult to connect with her fellow Gryffindors. They didn't seem to share her passion for learning or her thirst for knowledge. However, she did find solace in talking to the other girls in her year, since settling her differences with Eloise. The girls were kind and accepting, even if they didn't fully understand her obsession with academics.

As she settled into her seat, she noticed a familiar head of red hair taking the spot beside her. It was Ronald Weasley, the boy who seemed to possess neither the desire nor the ability to apply himself academically. Hermione sighed inwardly. She had hoped for a more productive partner, someone who would take their studies seriously. Hermione now had the added challenge of not allowing the Weasley boy to know she was wearing a nappy, it would be embarrassing and horrific. Hermione didn't mind the girls knowing, but a boy knowing was a big no-no!

Professor Flitwick began the lesson, his tiny frame barely visible behind the towering stack of books on his desk. Today's subject was the levitation spell,  Hermione could hardly contain her excitement; this was one of the spells she had been practising diligently over the summer.To her dismay, Ronald seemed far from interested. He repeatedly mispronounced the incantation, much to Hermione's frustration. She couldn't help but feel exasperated at his lack of effort. How could he expect to succeed if he didn't even try?

"Stop, stop, stop!" Hermione started. "You're going to take someone's eye out! Besides, you re saying it wrong, it's LeviOsa, not Leviosah!" Hermione couldn't help but correct Ron on his pronunciation of Wingardium Leviosa, It was painfully hard to watch as he waved his wand like a flag at the feather Professor Flitwick had provided them with.

Her irritation grew as she overheard Ronald whispering to Harry Potter, their voices carrying across the room. 

"Did you see the way Hermione corrected me? Honestly, she thinks she knows everything. It's annoying."

Hermione's heart sank. She had been hoping to make friends, to find companions who shared her love for magic and learning. But instead, she was being reduced to an annoyance, a know-it-all whose only purpose seemed to be correcting others.Biting her lip, Hermione fought back tears. As the class progressed, Hermione found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. She kept hearing snippets of conversation, whispers behind her back, and stifled laughter. It was all directed at her, she was sure. The weight of humiliation bore down on her shoulders, threatening to crush her spirit.

But Hermione Granger was not one to wilt under pressure. She took a deep breath, determined to rise above the cruelty and prove her worth. She focused on her wand, her grip steady, and her resolve unbroken.When it came time for her turn to perform the spell, Hermione ignored the stares and suppressed giggles. She channelled her frustration and disappointment into her magic, her determination fueling her every word and movement.With a  swish and flick of her wand and a clear pronunciation, the feather on her desk rose gracefully into the air. A gasp of surprise rippled through the classroom, followed by a respectful silence. For a brief moment, Hermione felt proud.

As the bell rang Hermione couldn't hold back tears any longer, she raced to the nearest toilets which were on the ground floor, near the dungeons. Hermione made her way to the bathroom, hoping to collect herself before her next class. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over as she struggled to maintain her composure. The weight of her isolation and embarrassment became too much to bear, and she found solace in the privacy of the bathroom stall.

Just as Hermione was about to wipe away her tears, the door to the bathroom burst open with a deafening crash. Her heart skipped a beat as a colossal mountain troll lumbered inside, its presence filling the small space. Panic surged through her veins, and she froze, unsure of what to do. Naturally, pee filled her now almost leaking nappy as fear took over. Before Hermione could react, however, she saw a flash of red hair and the familiar faces of Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. They had followed the troll into the bathroom, at first Hermione wondered what the hell was going on but was driven by a mix of curiosity and concern. Suddenly, the weight of her troubles seemed insignificant in the face of the impending danger.The three unlikely allies exchanged a glance, their fear momentarily forgotten as they realized they needed to work together to survive. With swift coordination, they sprang into action, each utilizing their skills in a way that complemented the others. The troll smashed its way across the bathroom and Hermione dove under the sinks to safety. Her skirt flew up exposing her wet nappy but she didn't care as there were bigger worries at foot. The troll lifted its club high in the sky but before it swang down, Hermione yelled at Ron, who was holding his wand up high.

"Swish and Flick! remember?" Hermione prayed that by correcting his pronunciation earlier, he was now able to cast the spell and save the trio.

Ron, with a burst of adrenaline, managed to knock the troll's club out of its hand, disarming the beast. Using all of her strength, Hermione cast a stunning spell, rendering the troll temporarily unconscious. Their combined efforts had saved not only themselves but also the potential victims who might have crossed paths with the menacing creature.As the doors swung open, revealing a group of concerned teachers, Hermione knew that their transgression would not go unnoticed. But rather than succumbing to fear, she stepped forward, taking the blame for the chaos that had unfolded. 

"It's my fault Professor McGonagall-" Hermione began. She had invented an extravagant lie to cover for the two boys.

Expecting punishment, Hermione was surprised to see a mixture of astonishment and admiration in McGonagall's eyes. Instead of reprimanding the trio, the teachers commended their bravery and quick thinking. At that moment, Hermione realized that her vulnerability had brought her unexpected allies and true friendship.Bound by a shared experience and newfound respect, Hermione, Ron, and Harry emerged from the bathroom as friends. The barriers that had once separated them dissolved, replaced by a bond forged in the face of danger. They walked side by side, their heads held high, ready to face the challenges that awaited them at Hogwarts. They headed back up to the Gryffindor common room and as they walk, Hermione was pleased she had now made two close friends at Hogwarts. But she now had another worry. In the chaos of the troll's attack, Hermione knew her skirt exposed her soaked nappy, and she still didn't have time to change. She felt the uncomfortable chaffing on her crotch as she waddled alongside the other two. Hermione wondered if the boys had seen anything, did they now know she wore nappies? 

As they arrived safely back in the common room, Hermione headed straight to the bathroom to change, hoping the others were none-the-wiser.