Hermione Granger and the Perils of Padding

chapter 3

Merlin, she really had to pee! Ugh, where was the bathroom around this place? She got out of a bed that looked much like the crib she had slept in as a baby, and ambled through her bedroom. Strangely, the décor was the same pastel pink she had had as a little girl, and she even recognized Bilbo, the enormous teddy bear that had been stuffed away in the attic. She stepped into the hallway, and suddenly she was in the bathroom at Hogwarts, sitting down and peeing. She felt the flow, but something about it seemed off, strange….

Her eyes snapped open, and she saw the ceiling of her dormitory, blinking and realizing that she was still in bed and was in fact peeing. She panicked for a moment before remembering the diaper she had strapped on, relieved to feel the padding swelling a bit as it soaked up her urine. She sat up and sighed a bit, waiting for the flow to finish while fighting a wave of humiliation. Had she really just wet the bed? Granted, she’d been quite thirsty before bed and drank down a whole glass of water, but still…. Slinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stood and stretched, ambling toward the bathroom to brush her teeth. Her diaper crinkled softly as she moved, and she felt the weight of her urine settling in, thick and warm against her, but she knew it wasn’t nearly at full capacity. She dolled some toothpaste onto her toothbrush and pondered while she brushed her teeth.

She had wet the bed. The fact was, if she hadn’t been wearing a diaper, she might have had much more serious concerns than an embarrassing wake-up call. Of course, there was always the option that, had she not indulged in this diaper thing in the first place, she might not have been dealing with all of this in the first place. Unfortunately, there was no way of knowing, so she didn’t bother herself with what-ifs. Leaning over the sink, she spat and rinsed thoroughly, taking a moment to rinse with mouthwash as well. Flossing would wait until tonight.

One didn’t have dentists for parents and not develop stringent oral care techniques.

“Hey, Hermione,” Eloise Midgen said as she strode into the bathroom. Hermione offered her a wave, still only slightly sore at her for inadvertently forcing her to resort to soiling her diaper last night. Still, it always paid to be polite.

“Good morning,” she said, taking a quick drink of water to rinse her mouth before smiling over at Eloise, who was leaning over the sink and peering at a small breakout across her cheek.

“Ugh,” she said. “I’m twelve years old, why am I already getting acne?”

“It’s not unusual to get a few pimples at our age,” Hermione said with a sympathetic smile. “I’m sure there are plenty of potions to help out.”

“There must be a spell that can be used or something,” Eloise said almost pleadingly, and Hermione shrugged.

“There might be,” she said. She’d never been one to bother much with cosmetic spells, figuring it was better for a girl to embrace her flaws. Goodness knew she’d always wanted to do something about the size of her front teeth or the bushy mass of hair she had, but there was nothing for it. Shrugging, she stuffed her toothbrush back in her toiletry bag and made her way to her room.

Lavender and Parvati were sound asleep, and with Eloise bemoaning her pubescent issues in the mirror, she would be able to change out of her diaper. Hermione stripped out of her pajamas, but as she was rooting around for a pair of knickers to wear, she heard Lavender stirring on her bed. Quick as a flash, she altered her search and found a comfortable casual dress to wear instead, yanking it over her head before Lavender pulled her bed curtains back. Sighing, she resigned herself to breakfast in a diaper. She could take along a pair of panties and change on the way, but classrooms were a dangerous place to change on the weekends, and it would be a massive detour to the nearest bathroom, which was haunted anyway. The last thing she needed was Moaning Myrtle telling the whole school that Hermione Granger wore diapers. At least the diaper she was wearing wasn’t too sodden, she consoled herself, pulling on some knee socks and slipping her feet into a pair of flats as Lavender ambled over to Parvati’s bed and laboriously set about waking her up. Hermione did her best to tame her hair with a brush before giving it up as a lost cause and making her way down to the common room, her diaper crinkling softly in the silence of the stairwell.