Hermione's Secret - Chapter 13: A Bigger Issue

Hermione's Secret

Chapter 13: A Bigger Issue

A shadow loomed over Hermione like constant, thundering rain. As she swayed from side to side, her flattering robes cavorting about her delicately – ballerinas twirling up and down, bobbing with her gently. Her hair was more dishevelled, yet somehow more entertaining, more flattering, doubled with her big brown eyes.

Still, somewhere, stuffed between her skirt and her polished body, was an adult nappy, like a splash of ugly paint on an otherwise immaculate piece. Hermione tottered through Hogwarts' empty walls – trying her best not to waddle, even though this nappy just about forced her to. She wiped her matting, messy hair from her forehead. Exhaling, she pushed her skirt down a little bit. Hermione crept further, watching the magical many sets of stairs rotate in unison. One turned in her direction with a creak.

Hermione found her mind wandering. How long would she be in these adult nappies? It had been embarrassing enough the first few days, so how would she be able to keep it quiet? Magic only went so far. And how, if this carried on, would she keep up with her grades? If they were dwindling like they had these first few days, she would be in a bad place…

Suddenly, Hermione heard a strangled cry. It came from maybe two or three corridors away. Bypassing her nappy, Hermione stole her wand from her robe – holding it aloft. Her sharp hazel eyes surveyed every movement, every change – such as a hawk does. Through the ornate stone corridors, her quick steps emanated loudly. If anyone was here, they would surely hear her. She peered round a corner, expecting the worst.

Instead, Hermione caught a scent in the air. Sharp in its strength – recognisable with experience. The unmistakable stench of poop.

'No… not now!' Putting away her wand, Hermione ducked behind the wall. She hadn't felt anything, not even a slight tug at her bowels! The smell was growing, filling the wide space. Reluctantly, Hermione put a shaking hand to the bottom of her nappy, questions racing through her mind like greyhounds, not being answered. When she moved her hand around under her adult nappy, she felt nothing. She hadn't even wet… so where was this horrible smell coming from?

Hermione heard another scream, but this time less panicked and longer. Untuned, simple. Like a baby's.

The diapered witch leapt to her feet and pursued this babyish screech. Evading more unanswerable questions, she fought her way through a couple more corridors, until she came upon something truly unanswerable. A witch named Cho Chang, sat in a pool of her own yellowy pee, sending the view of a monstrous poop still snaking out of her butt toward Hermione.

'Mamma?' Cho cried, scrambling onto all fours. So this was the smell.