Hermione's friend, 1

Criselda stared at the hat for what seemed like a lifetime. It had every colour of the rainbow and more and it had the shape of a tornado, which grew wider with every inch it went up. By all the rules of logic and even those of magic, that hat should not be able to exist or stand straight on top of a head like it was doing at the moment. Yet, somehow it did. Already, a little berd was using it as a nest, but the blonde girl who was wearing it didn´t seem to know, or mind it at all. She kept staring at the forest with those big blue eyes and that lost smile of hers. Criselda smiled a little. No matter how much she tried, she would never be able to make sense of Luna. At least, the blue shirt and grey pants she was wearing on the rest of her body made more sense.

Criselda herself was, like always, wearing her long, dark-raven hair long and well-dressed, like a waterfall of thing night strands. A leaf-green blouse with silver borders and a pair of dark-grey, almost black, pants covered her body. The material was warm, but to make sure she would not fall ill due to the freezing temperature in the forest, she had used a spell on it, making the temperature rise in her surroundings to keep her warm.

The outskirts of the forbidden forest were amazingly beautiful during winter. Snow covered the trees and the paths, the dangerous beasts went to sleep in their secret holes and only some birds and foxes appeared from time to time. It almost made Criselda forget about the many dangers that existed there. Luckily, neither she, not the teacher with the class forgot and they all advanced in a close line towards one of the forest’s clearings. There, they would practice some spells on the flora of the place. The levels of snow were deep though and their advance was less than quick, boring Criselda to no end.

“That is...a nice hat Luna” said the girl from Slytherin to the blonde from Ravenclaw.

Luna smiled at her, showing her pearly-white teeth “Thanks! I made it myself!”

“I can tell” said Criselda while she kept starting at the hat which defied every sense of logic in the world.

“I spent all the night doing it and I didn´t have a lot of light or materials...but that made it more interesting!”

“Yes” said Criselda. Interesting was one word to desribe it.

“What do you think Hermione? Do you like the hat?” asked Luna to the girl who was walking infront of them.

Hermione turned around and looked at her friend. The girl from Griffindor’s brown, curly hair was now covered by a thick white wool cap, while a red jacket and blue pants covered the rest of her body. Hermione watched the blonde’s hat for a split second and smiled, but that grin vanished when she saw Criselda. Inmediately, she turned her back to them “Yes Luna, it is a nice hat” she muttered before she kept walking in silence.

Luna gave Criselda a worried look “Is she still mad?”

Criselda sighed and smiled sadly “She has her reasons to be”

A month ago, many days before the three girls faced the cult of the red hydra and their crazy mistress, Criselda had been Hermione’s secret enemy, plotting and pulling plan after plan upon the unsuspecting witch. Envy and the need to be the best made Criselda humiliate Hermione in many ways, most of which consisting in wedgies given by Criselda’s wand while Hermione was in class, or pulling some strings to make others pull the panties of the girl from Griffindor. At first it was satisfying and even fun for Criselda to see her secret rival suffer time after time thanks to her masterful plans. Then one day she went to far, one day she actualy made Hermione cry. Feeling guilty, she went to her aid and then discovered that Hermione actualy saw her as a role model, as the best witch in all of Hogwarts. Criselda still had nightmeres about it.

Later they had been allies, friends of sorts, before the day some bullies hung them by their underwear. Hermione, Luna and her had hung, moaning and dangling by their panties when suddenly the blonde from Ravenclaw began to monologue. Criselda didn´t pay her no mind at first, Luna did that sometimes after all and it was harmless. But then Luna had revealed Criselda’s secret, that it had been her who had made Hermione’s life miserable for the last weeks.

When they finaly got down, Hermione was furious and Criselda had waited, her eyes closed and her hands covering her face, for the brown-haired girl to get her vengence, to punish her for her past deeds. Then Hermione had calmed herself down and given Criselda an icy glare which still sent chills down her spine.

Then Hermione walked away and they had not talked since.

Criselda hated the silence. She almost wanted to shout to Hermione, make her get her revenge, make her suffer for what she had done. But now punishment, no wedgie was more painful than Hermione’s silence.

“You apologized” insisted Luna “You even let half the school humiliate you so they would let Hermione alone. There is no reason for this”

“The fact that I apologized, doesn´t make what I did dissapear” muttered Criselda “And I can´t even say that I would not to the same in her place”

“But, but you were friends! The two nerdies witches in all the school!” said Luna “Hermione always looked happy when she was with you, even more than when she is with Ron or Harry...”

Criselda frowned. That only made the betrayal worse.

Luna looked at her now-silent friend and then at the equaly-silent Hermione. So, neither of them was going to take a step? If that was so, then Luna had no choice. She would make the step herself!

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“Those trees are not fuly magical in nature, but their roots can move and grab little animals and even unknowing travelers” said the teacher “For that, we should always keep the line and...”

Hermione tried to listen to the explanation, but it was no use. It was not just that she had already heard about this kind of tree and studied it two months before. No, there was something a thousand times more distracting, something that made the usualy calm and collected girl mad with rage: Criselda.

The reasonable part of her mind tried to convince itself that Criselda had only made some mistakes, that she had gained redemption after helping Hermione with the cult of the hydra. But even that part of her mind had its doubts. Was that enough? Could she realy trust someone who had lifted her by her panties infront of an entire class? Who had made a quiditch team play with her panties almost like if she was a simple ball?!  The one who had made her suffer humiliation after humiliation?!

Her right boot then stepped on something which wasn´t snow, but a letter. Hermione grabbed it and cleaned the snow off before opening it.

-I need to talk to you, it is important. Wait until you reach the crossways, take the one on the right when no one is looking. Please, come-

Signed, X.

X? No one was called “X”. Anyone could have put this card here, but who.....?

“Criselda” muttered Hermione while glaring at the card. But then, maybe it was time they talked. The mutual silence was taking them nowhere and Hermione wanted this solver once and for all.

And so, when the column of students reached the crossways, only one went to the left. It wasn´t difficult for Hermione, the teacher was bussy explaining and by using a quiet spell of sound, no one heard her carefuly walking to the side of the column before getting into a bush. Once they were nowhere in sight, she took the snowy path. Maybe this was a bad idea. After all, she was breaking the rules. But she needed to end this business with Criselda and she needed to do it now.

Using her deductive skills, Hermione realized that the meeting point had to be the clearing in the middle of the path. With snow reaching her knees, the brown-haired girl waited in the middle of it, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed. She was ready.

Then, she saw it. A figure, tall and covered in shadow, moving towards her. Hermione put her hands on her hips, her eyes sending dagers at the newcomer “So, you are finaly here!”

The figure stopped.

“What? You are not going to say anything?!” Hermione glared at her. The nerve! She sent her the letter, made her risk getting into detention, for this?! “I swear, if you don´t say anything I will....”

“Petrificus totalus”

Hermione gasped as her whole body froze and she fell face-first into the snow. She tried to move her limbs, but the spell had left them stiff and useless. Only her eyes could roll on her sockets and when she gazed at the figure who had thrown the spell, they became two times bigger, for it had not been Criselda who had thrown the spell. This was a woman of abundant messy black hair with some of it being as white as her milky skin. She looked slender and dangerous, just like a snake and her eyes were to black pools of madness. Hermione had only seen those eyes once and she had wished to never seen them before.

“Well, well, look what I have found” giggled Bellatrix Lestrange as she eyed her frozen victim “The mudblood friend of the master’s enemy. How lucky”

Hermione cursed mentaly. Bellatrix was not only a dangerous deatheater, but also the craziest person Hermione had had the poor luck to meet. This was not going to be easy for her.

Bellatrix stumbled madly through the snow before sitting right next to the fallen girl “Oh, what’s the matter mudblood? Can´t you move?” the deatheater chuckled and then smirked evily at the pink waistband which was sticking out of the back of Hermione’s pants “Well ,well, it has a tag and everything! You remind me of those idiot witches that I went with during school. Do you know what I did with them?”

Hermione felt the crazy woman’s nails grabbing her panties and her heart almost jumped out of her throat. No, this couldn´t be!

“I grabbed their panties and did this!” said Bellatrix before launching the fabric into the sky.

Hermione’s scream of pain echoed through the clearing, sending hundreds of birds to the sky while her ass was, once more, attacked by her own underwear!

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“Wait...where is Hermione?” muttered Criselda.

Luna looked around “Wasn´t she infront of us?”

She had been, but now Criselda could not see the girl’s white cap or red jacket anywhere on their line. A chill went through her spine. Maybe something had happened to her?! “We have to find her, she can´t be far!”

“We should tell the teacher about this” said Luna.

Criselda nodded. It was obviously the right choice. The two students ran and pushed through the line, getting annoyed grunts and protests from the others as they tried to reach the teacher. Criselda was just a few steps away, when all hell broke loose.

First came the scream, high-pitched and loud, one that Criselda and Hermione knew from those times they got their panties yanked together. “Hermione!” they said at the same time.

Second were the growls, deep and menacing, which came from the forest. Someone screamed and then a pack of big, humanoid wolves came out of the bushes, howling and snarling at the students. Behind them, two tall women with skulls for masks appeared urging the beasts on with their wands.

“Deatheaters!” said Luna in shock.

“Damnit!” Criselda shouted a spell which threw one of the werewolves back to the trees “Luna, we have to go for Hermione now!”

“And the rest?!”

“The teacher will protect them, Hermione has no one, please!” begged Criselda while she blocked a spell casted by one of the deatheaters.

Luna smiled “See? You are not that bad!”

“First let’s rescue Hermione, then you can tell me how awesome I am!”

Using the chaos to hide themselves, the two girls ran in the opposite direction to where the wolves were coming. As they ran through the snow, Luna noticed one of the deatheaters pursuing them while spitting warnings and curses.

“One behind us!” warned Luna.

The next moment, a ray of dark energy went right over the blonde’s head, going right through her hat before getting lost in the trees.

“My hat!”

“We have more important things to worry about!” Criselda looked back and managed to re-direct another ray “First we have to deal with her!”

“On it!” Luna took her hat off and pushed one of her hands into it.

“What are you doing?!” shouted Criselda while she blocked another deadly spell “Now it is not the time to repair your hat!”

“Wait a second, almost got it....” Luna sunk her whole arm into the hat and then smiled “There it is! Hey, skullface! Catch!” shouted the blonde while she threw a silver ball towards the deatheater.

The ball missed by more than a foot, making the deatheater chuckled while she kept her pursuit. Unknown to her, the ball began to roll towards the evil witch and jumped inside her dress. Criselda watched in awe as the scary witch stopped and began to yelp in pain while she clawed at the back of her dress. Only when she saw a green waistband coming out of the shirt’s neck, did she understand “A wedgie-ball?”

“I borrowed some from our adventure” said Luna before putting her hat back on.

“How many do you have in there?”

“A hundred or so”

That hat never ceased to amaze Criselda.

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“OW! OW! OWW!” squealed Hermione as she was bounced by her pink granny panties “Stop it!”

Bellatrix chuckled in her typical unsettling way before bouncing the petrified girl even faster. Hermione became a blur of screams and moans in Bellatrixe’s hands, which expertly pulled, tugged and stretched the fabric of her panties like they were made for it. The fire in the ass of the girl from Griffindor was just another flame in the girl’s own personal hell of wedgies. Her eyes rolled up her sockets and more whimpers came out of her throat while her panties surpassed the back of her head.

Her brain could just not understand this. Of all the things the deatheater could have done to her, why had she had to choose a wedgie? Why did it seem like the world conspired to see her humiliated in this way?! Her butt bounced and jiggled every time the fabric cut into her crack, getting another moan from her. It wouldn´t be so bad if the wedgies were just humiliating, but Bellatrix somehow managed to make all the wedgies which Hermione had got in the past look laughable in comparisson! Even the one’s she got at the Quiditch field were a field of roses when they were compared to the brutal and unrelenting pulls of one of Voldemort’s scariest leutenants.

“You know, I missed this. The screams of pain, the red faces of embarassement, the sight of big, ugly panties rammed into the crack of a mudblood” Bellatrix sighed lovingly “We are going to have so much fun you and I”

Hermione clenched her teeth. The spell on her body was losing strenght, but it was still powerful enough to prevent her from moving anything except for her eyes and mouth “You do not scare me Bellatrix! I won´t betray my friends!” said Hermione before letting a cry of pain as she was lifted a feet higher into the air by her panties “KYAAA!”

“What was that? Sorry, I was looking at your ugly granny panties” Bellatrix shook her head while smirking “You half-muggles have no pride if you are willing to wear THAT!”

Hermione blushed “Shut up!”

“How cute!” giggled Bellatrix while she bounced Hermione a little more “You think you can order me around! Let me open your eyes a bit girl”

Bellatrix stopped and slowly lowered Hermione so the witche’s feet were back on the floor. Hermione let out a long moan of relief. Sure, her ass still hurt like a razor-blade had been thrusted into it, but at least she was no longer being carried around. Then she felt her pants being tugged back and her bare butt was suddenly invaded by a stream of cold, white snow “C-c-c-caa-cao-cccooold!” stuttered Hermione as she was lifted by her panties again. She could feel the snow stinging her buttocks with its cold touch and getting between them, all thanks to the pressure of the wedgie. The young witch whined as she had to deal with a snowy wedgie, while Bellatrix laughed madly behind her.

“As I said before, we are going to have so much fun together!”