Hermione Granger and the Wet Bedsheets Part Three

Lavender marched Hermione into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

‘Now I know this is embarrassing for you Hermy, but you have to remember that it’s just between you and me, and that I’m helping you.’

Hermione didn’t reply. She simply stood there, hands crossed over her crotch in a futile attempt to cover her soaked pajamas while she stared at her feet.

‘First things first, let’s get you out of those wet things,’ said Lavender.

‘But … you’ll see me,’ said Hermione.

‘We’re all girls here. Don’t make a fuss. Take them off.’

Hermione could see that there wasn’t really much of an argument to be had here. Plus, she really did want to be out of her wet clothes. Acquiescing, she took off her top first, revealing her naked chest underneath. Next she removed the pajama bottoms and her knickers in one motion, leaving her standing in front of Lavender wearing absolutely nothing, blushing as she saw Lavender’s eyes lingering on her pubic curls.

‘Right, you’ll have to shower. No offense, but you smell pretty bad. That’ll happen if you insist on peeing all over yourself. While you’re in there, you’re going to need to take care of … that situation,’ said Lavender, pointing at Hermione’s crotch.

‘What do you mean?’ asked Hermione.

‘It’s not usually a problem, I’m sure. But if you’re going to be piddling your pants like this, hair down there simply isn’t very sanitary. It needs to go, I’m afraid.’

‘But I’ll look like a little girl!’ protested Hermione.

‘Yes, you will. Which is kind of fitting considering your current problem, but let’s be honest, it’s not like you’re going to be having any raunchy fun anytime soon, is it? I don’t think Ron would be overly sympathetic about your little problem, would he? You can let it grow back once you can keep your bed dry.’

‘Fine. But you promise you won’t tell anybody?’

‘I told you, I’m just here to help you Hermy. There’s no need to get grouchy with me.’

Hermione got into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. She stood under the bombardment of hot, steamy water, wishing that the ground would swallow her up.

‘There’s going to be a few other adjustments we’ll need to make,’ said Lavender. ‘Firstly, I need to get an idea of the scale of the problem.’

‘It’s most nights,’ said Hermione, blushing behind the curtain, ‘but it only started recently. It’s never happened before.’

‘Most nights, perhaps, but I need to know about the day time,’ said Lavender.

‘What do you mean? It doesn’t happen in the day!’

‘Well, of course, you would say that, wouldn’t you? If you’re having problems during the day I’m sure you’d be far too embarrassed to tell me, so I’ll just have to check.’

‘What do you mean?’ asked Hermione.

‘Exactly what I said. Anytime I want to check if your knickers are still dry, you’re going to show them to me.’

‘That’s ridiculous,’ said Hermione, as she took a razor to her pubic hair.

‘I agree, it is ridiculous that a girl of your age would need such a thing to happen, but it’s the best course of action. Remember, you have to let me help you if you don’t want anybody else to find out. You wouldn’t want your precious boyfriend to find out that the Gryffindor princess is a little bedwetter, now would you?’

‘Fine. No pubic hair and I’ll show you my knickers whenever you want. Anything else’ asked Hermione, knowing that she wouldn’t like the answer.

‘Well, I think it’s probably best if you ask me before you go to the toilet. That way I know just how often you’re going. Then, if it’s a good time, I’ll take you to the toilet and let you do what you need to.’

‘And if it’s not?’

‘Well then you’ll just have to hold it, won’t you? That shouldn’t be too hard for a big girl, should it?’

‘Fine. If I do all this, nobody finds out?’ asked Hermione.

‘If you do all this, I won’t tell a soul,’ said Lavender, crossing her fingers on the other side of the shower curtain. ‘There’s more to come though.’

‘Really? All this isn’t enough?’

‘Well, no. There’s still the three most important aspects. Firstly, we want to try to prevent the bedwetting. So each night before bed, I’m going to bring you in here and you’re going to use the potty for me like a good girl.’

Hermione thought that made sense on some level, but could have done without the childish terminology and she hated the way that Lavender’s voice was dripping with condescension.

‘I’ll also need to hold onto your wand…’ said Lavender.

‘What? No!’ said Hermione. ‘That’s too far! I need that. I can’t work without it.’

‘Relax, pissypants, I’ll give it back to you in classes. I just need to hold onto it outside of class so that I can be sure you aren’t covering up any accidents.’

‘I’m not happy,’ Hermione said, turning off the shower and drawing the curtain back, revealing that she now had no hair below her eyebrows.

‘Well, you’re really not going to be happy about the next bit,’ said Lavender, ‘bit it’s the last one for now.’

‘Go on then,’ said Hermione as she dried herself with a towel, ‘What else do you want me to do? Pay you for your silence? Break up with Ron?’

‘Tempting, but no,’ said Lavender. ‘You see, I don’t know how you’re ever going to stop wetting your bed if you don’t have the adequate incentive. So, when you wet your bed, the next morning, I’m going to … spank you.’

‘You can’t be serious.’

‘I’m deadly serious,’ said Lavender, sitting herself down on the toilet. ‘If you don’t want my help, and my silence, then take your pissy pajamas and go and get dressed. I think by morning break the whole school will know about you. If you agree to my terms, you’re going to lay across my lap and let me warm those sweet little buns of yours. As you’re supposed to be the brightest witch of your age, I’d say this shouldn’t be too tough a choice for you. Social suicide, or a little attitude adjustment?’