Hermione Granger and the Wet Bedsheets Part 2

Over the next few mornings, a clear pattern emerged. Hermione, normally inclined to rise early and scurry off to the library to stick her nose in a book, had developed a tendency to stay in bed until all the other girls were up, dressed and out of the room. As soon as she thought the coast was clear, she would jump out of bed, grab her wand and resolve the issue of the wet sheets. However, she didn’t like the idea of using magic on her pajamas as she was wearing them. It would probably be fine, but the last thing she wanted was to be stuck wearing wet pajamas all day because she’d made a minor mistake with an incantation. Instead, she would head to the bathroom that was adjoined to the dormitory, peel off her sopping pajamas and knickers and take a long, hot shower.

Of course, the other girls noticed the change in Hermione’s habits, but only Lavender knew the reason for them.

‘She’s probably just stressed after everything that’s gone on,’ she told the other Gryffindor ladies, despite knowing full well that the little princess of Hogwarts was having night time issues.

Lavender allowed this to continue for about a week and a half before she put the next part of her plan into action. She’d had fun watching Hermione squirm but now it was time to turn it up a notch. One by one the other girls rose and left the dormitory until only Hermione and Lavender remained. While Hermione pretended to be asleep, Lavender cast a crafty sound-nullifying spell so that they wouldn’t be overheard, then she strode up to Hermione’s bed.

‘Wake up sleepy head!’ she cried as she pulled the cover off, exposing Hermione’s shameful secret.

Hermione screamed, desperately trying to cover her crotch with her hands but failing miserably to do so. The fact that she was lying in a large wet patch didn’t help either. Her pale blue pyjamas had gone translucent, and her wet knickers were clearly visible.

‘Oh Hermy,’ said Lavender, voice dripping with faux sympathy, ‘have you had a wickle accident?’

There was silence. Hermione looked away and blushed.

‘I asked you a question Hermy…’

Lavender knew that Hermione hated being called that.

‘Well, obviously,’ she said, ‘you know full well that I’ve wet the bed. It’s never happened before though!’

‘That’s a lie,’ said Lavender. ‘You and I both know that the reason you’ve been waiting for everybody to leave in the mornings is because you keep wetting yourself.’

‘Look, just don’t tell anybody, please.’

‘Well, if you want to keep it a secret you’re going to need to do something about it. It won’t just go away on its own.’

‘It might…’

‘No, no Hermione. If you want this to stay a secret, you’re going to have to let me help you. You clearly can’t deal with this on your own.’

‘Help me? How exactly are you going to help me?’

‘Well,’ said Lavender, ‘we’ll start by getting you out of those wet things. Then we’ll lay down some ground rules.’