Hermione's Problems

Christmas Day

On Christmas morning, Hermione awoke to the sound of cheerful laughter echoing through the house, mingled with the tantalizing aroma of a traditional English breakfast wafting up to her bedroom. The moment she opened her eyes, she could feel the excitement bubbling within her, her heart dancing with anticipation.

With a flutter of anticipation, Hermione threw back her covers and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. The room was bathed in a warm, golden light, streaming through the curtains adorned with delicate snowflake patterns. As she stood up, she relished the softness of the plush carpet beneath her bare feet, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity.

However, before she could fully embrace the joy of the day, Hermione knew she had to attend to her morning routine. She reached for the drawer beside her bed, retrieving a fresh set of nappies and the necessary supplies for changing.

Carefully and methodically, Hermione undressed herself, revealing the soft padding of her nappies that had kept her comfortable and secure throughout the night. She reached for the wipes and cream, gently cleansing and nourishing her skin with utmost care. The act of changing had become second nature to her by now.

Once she finished cleaning, Hermione unfolded a fresh nappy, its soft fabric and absorbent layers ready to provide her with the protection she needed. With practised ease, she positioned herself and expertly fastened the tapes, ensuring a snug and comfortable fit. Hermione had become adept at this task, attending to her needs with independence and self-assurance. Hermione chose a larger, bulkier nappy today as yesterday evening's messy mishap made her want an extra level of protection. And after eating a huge Christmas dinner, Hermione was sure that some form of mess would be happening later.

After securing her fresh nappy in place, Hermione stood up, feeling a renewed sense of confidence and readiness for the day ahead. She carefully selected her outfit, taking into consideration the practicality of accommodating her nappies. She chose a loose-fitting dress, its vibrant colors reflecting her festive spirit and masking any hint of her secret beneath.

As Hermione descended the stairs, the house seemed to come alive with the spirit of the season. Colourful decorations adorned every corner, twinkling lights casting a magical glow. And there, standing tall and proud in the corner of the living room, was a beautifully decorated Christmas tree, its branches adorned with shimmering baubles and delicate ornaments.

As Hermione entered the kitchen, her grandparents were already seated at the breakfast table, their faces illuminated with warm smiles. The table was adorned with a festive tablecloth, and the air was filled with the delightful scents of sizzling bacon, freshly brewed coffee, and buttered toast. Hermione's heart swelled with joy as she took her place among her loved ones, the soft crinkle of her nappies barely audible amidst the sounds of merriment.

Surrounded by the loving presence of her grandparents, Hermione couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude. They exchanged gifts, the excitement building with each unwrapped package. Hermione's eyes widened with wonder as she received a new set of books, each one carefully chosen to ignite her intellectual curiosity. Her grandparents marveled at her love for reading, never suspecting the deeper reasons behind her passion.

In the heart of the afternoon, Hermione's parents called her into the dining room. The smell of roast turkey and fresh herbs filled the air, a tantalizing call to the feast that awaited. The table was set with fine china, gleaming under the soft glow of the candlelight, and the centerpiece was a lovely arrangement of holly and ivy. Hermione's mother had always had a flair for creating a magical atmosphere, even without the help of actual magic.

Hermione took her place at the table, her eyes shining with anticipation. The dishes were passed around - savory stuffing made from an old family recipe, sweet cranberry sauce, creamy mashed potatoes, and, of course, the star of the show, a golden-brown turkey, cooked to perfection. The sight of the spread before her was a reminder of how fortunate she was, living in a world where she could enjoy such simple pleasures.