Hermione Granger & the Embarrassing Secret (Chapter 9) (Patreon)

 The Requirement Room was dark, but surprisingly warm. The brown haired witch hesitated to go through the large wooden doors and into the mysterious aura of this magically sentient hall. She didn’t have much of a choice however. As soon as she did, the door closed behind her and torches lit up all around the stone walls, revealing the Room’s assessments of Hermione’s needs in its true nature: a nursery. Or the Hogwarts equivalent of one, at the very least.

Hermione was taken aback and her heart stopped for a slight second. She looked around even though she was clearly alone. No one could get in the Room without knowing what to find inside it. She slowly swallowed, her eyebrows raised in a clueless expression. Like a deer in the headlights.

She tugged at her own sleeves in a nervous attempt to calm herself down. Breathed in as she walked around to tour the place. It wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, she thought. There could be a giant crib in there.

There was no crib, but the closest thing: a changing table stacked with piles of cloth nappies. Hogwarts was ever so old fashioned. She picked up one of the garments and her cheeks reddened at her realization that they were exactly her size. Meant for a witch her age, not for the toddler the Room could’ve mistaken her for, due to the nature of her request.

‘‘I need a change’‘ was her precise thought when it opened up. A change, it did provide. Multiple changes, at that. Hermione simply did not expect it to be so… juvenile.

Waterproof pants were set aside next to the nappies. They were a rubbery red and gold, most suitable for a Gryffindor student. Were these ever put on by witches and wizards in the past? If the Room had them, there had to be a use for them… Or perhaps the magical properties of the castle simply made them up according to what they deemed appropriate for the student who was currently wearing the modern, muggle equivalent of those nappies and rubber pants.

Hermione could only assume that over a thousand years of history and hundreds of students every year, there had to be at least some bed wetters among them, perhaps even some daytime accidents had occurred. Enough to justify the present function of the Room. One could imagine the embarrassment of stepping in there in wet pants to find salvation, only to be presented with over sized nappies to put on. Sometimes this castle had the most twisted sense of humor.

Lined against the wall were three separate chamber pots. The young woman envisioned herself squatting over one of those for a second. They might’ve looked like the plastic potties you use with toilet training children, but it was still more dignified than the alternative which she had already taken. Not using a potty at all, that is, but going in her pants. Disposable training pants, to be more accurate.

Instinctively, Hermione reached down under her skirt to evaluate the damage. She allowed her fingers to feel what she feared to see for herself. Her Pull-Up was full, her bottom was now cold and wet and her accident had leaked through the leg openings, drops streamed down her thighs all the way to fabric of her socks. 

She pursed her lips uncomfortably before finally finding the courage to lift up the hem of her skirt in order to tear off the sides of her flowery Drynites. It felt liberating, but not without a good dose of shame, to release the soaked padded underwear from under her. She balled up the squishy, smelly thing and threw it in the nappy pail where it belonged. 

She covered her nakedness with the slightly damp, although mostly untouched grey skirt. She then considered the cloth nappy once again. It was incredibly thick, which made the rubber pants not only useful as a leak guard, but as a way to restrain the puffy thing. 

The clever witch would’ve rather gone out without underwear. The bloody nappy would be impossible to conceal. Even her own disposable night time nappies were more discreet, save for the plastic noise that accompanied them. 

She also considered wearing only the rubber pants. They might be a bit loose without the nappy on, but she’d manage to go back to her dorm unscathed, assured no one could peek under her uniform on the way up.

Something else caught her attention, however. At the back of the room, away from the massive changing table was a black wooden dresser displaying multiple drawers. With a bit of luck it would be filled with proper underwear.

Hermione almost ran to the antique furniture. She quickly shuffled through it. It contained various versions of the Hogwarts uniform, including old dusty robes that probably hadn’t been worn in centuries, but also the newer variant. This confirmed her theory that the Room had taken this appearance for other students before and lifted a small portion of her self-conscious embarrassment. She hadn’t been the only pupil in Hogwarts’ history to wet her pants at school. Judging by the different models available, it was safe to say accidents had been happening at least few times in the past, which was reassuring, 

The next item she stumbled upon further confirmed her suspicion. She picked up the underwear she found in the top drawer. They were white with a light blue trim and had the Hogwarts coat of arms sowed on the butt. They were small. Perhaps a bit tight, even for a girl her size. Its distinctive feature however was the thickness of the fabric. They were ''absorbent'' knickers. Not as puffy as the nappies she saw before, but enough to withstand minor leaks. Holding them made Hermione blush. Clearly this Room didn’t trust its accident prone occupants to stay dry.

Surely there was actual knickers lying around somewhere in there, she thought. Although they could’ve all been gone by now, selected by previous users of this infamous version of the Come and Go Room.

She looked at the garment once again. At least they looked like pants. Training pants, surely, but pants nonetheless. She bit her lip, thinking, before finally caving in and sliding the damn thing up her legs. 

It felt snug on her bottom, the training pants were tight and thick, but finding herself back in cotton underwear was an upgrade from the Pull-Ups she had on previously. 

She found a cute pair of vintage knee high socks with Gryffindor patterns and immediately took off her own damp, urine-stained pair. She sat on the cold stone floor, which she almost couldn’t feel through the thickness of her new underwear. Hermione compulsively put the socks on, trying to clear her mind after the negative energy of the the potion class where the dreadful accident had occured.

‘’You’re stronger than this.’’ She whispered to herself. ‘’You can overcome anything. These are just bloody knickers, it’s not the end of the world.’’

With a new sense of confidence, the young witch got up and brushed off her skirt, ready to take on the rest of her day.

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