Hermione Granger and the Wet Bedsheets

Hi guys. This chapter is a bit shorter because this will be an interactive story. All patrons will be able to read it but those on the higher tiers will be able to influence where the story goes to some extent. A poll will go up separately to allow them to do this. As far as choosing Hermione, she was the most requested though there were a few other names that came up so I might end up doing one of those in the future.

Lavender despised her. It wasn’t the fact that she was a mudblood; Lavender wasn’t prejudiced about such things, despite being a pure-blood witch herself. It was just the fact that she was so … perfect. When they’d been first years, it hadn’t been so bad. She’d been brilliant at everything in class, of course. Most gifted witch of her age and all that nonsense, but she’d at least looked bookish and hadn’t been overly popular. However, as time had gone on, her renown with the other students had increased, and she had actually started to have some social clout. The real killer had been when she’d muscled in on Lavenders boyfriend, her sweet Ron-Ron. It was at that point that Lavender had decided that Hermione needed to pay.

Of course, getting revenge on Hermione was no easy task. She really was a gifted witch. Any sort of plot involving curses was unlikely to work and was the sort of thing that could get Lavender expelled if it came back to her. It became clear to Lavender fairly early on that she would need to find a completely non-magical way to get back at Hermione. Every day that passed by with no revenge was an insult in Lavender’s eyes. She even had to share a room with her… That was it! That was Lavender’s great advantage. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen it before.

Several years before, Lavender’s older cousin had come to stay for the summer, and they had been sharing a room with Lavender. Lavender had been crestfallen on the first morning to awake to a wet bed, something which she thought she had long outgrown, and her cousin laughing at her. After Lavender’s mother had intervened, the cousin had revealed that it was possible to make somebody wet the bed purely by putting their hand in warm water while they were sleeping.

This, thought Lavender, was surely the key. Gifted though Hermione might be, she was not immune to shame and humiliation. Lavender was sure that Hermione would be significantly less high and mighty if she woke up with a soggy bottom. However, as much as doing it once and then telling everybody that Hermione had wet her bed might be entertaining, but Lavender thought that it would be much more fun to make it an ongoing thing.

She put her plan into action that very night. Waiting until she was quite sure that all the other girls were asleep, she approached Hermione’s bed with a bowl of warm water.

‘Hermy?’ she whispered, just to be sure.

There was no reply. Lavender gently lifted Hermione’s wrist, placing her hand into the bowl.

At first nothing seemed to be happening. Lavender had no idea how long this was supposed to take. She wondered if she had done something wrong. Then she heard a hiss. Carefully, she lifted the duvet. In the gloom, she could clearly see that Hermione was piddling in her pajamas. The light blue crotch was dark and glistening as she relieved herself in her sleep. Lavender disposed of the evidence and went to bed. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.