Hermione knew that the choice of a place she had made was very inappropriate. She always knew it was inappropriate to be so close to Luna. Feeling a stir between her legs, she knew it was really inappropriate.
Swallowing hard, she took the hem of her skirt in her hands. Pausing, she tried to get up the nerve to do what she needed to do. Slowly, her eyes cast solidly at the floor, she started to lift her skirt.
Beneath, she wore sheet, white bikini knickers that barely held back the soft flesh beneath. The penis she'd woken up with Friday was there but not the vagina she'd had since the day she was born!
"Say something," Hermione practically begged, wanting to die of embarrassment.