Hermione winced and crossed her legs. She was pretty sure the line for the bathroom wasn’t moving at all.
She didn’t even want to come to a party. Ron talked her into it. And now she couldn’t even find him.
Not that it mattered, Ron wouldn’t stand in line with her for the toilet.
Hermione wondered how Pansy put up with this when she partied. She knew Pansy and her friends liked to go to parties, but she couldn’t imagine them waiting in this ridiculously long line.
Pansy, Daphne, and Millicent all peed whenever they needed to, no matter where they emptied their bladders and no matter who was inconvenienced, or tormented, by their piss.
Hermione realized that the bullies definitely didn’t wait in the bathroom line. They’d find somewhere else to make their own bathroom.
Hermione felt a strange rush of excitement as she stepped out of line and wandered down the hall of the unfamiliar house.
What would Pansy do?
She opened a random door then closed it quickly when she saw that it was a bedroom, and it was occupied.
But the second door she tried was just a closet. A tiny linen closet barely big enough to step inside.
Hermione glanced over the shelves of towels and sheets. What would Pansy do? She’d piss on them.
Hermione pressed herself against the shelves as much as she could so she could close the door behind her. She felt pressed in on both sides.
It was tight and cramped. Hermione couldn’t see a thing in the dark but she felt blindly over the shelves and started throwing linens on the floor.
She clamped her legs together at the sudden urge to release that washed over her. Did she have to go that bad? Or was she excited to go?
Hermione quickly pulled her panties down and pulled them off over her shoes. She lifted her dress up over her hips, and then…
She moaned. Hermione didn’t have room to squat but she was desperate enough to empty her bladder standing up.
The sheets at her feet soaked up her piss, but not enough. Hermione couldn’t see the puddle spreading in the dark, but she felt it on her shoes.
Hermione blindly grabbed more linens from the shelves and threw them down to soak up her piss, but it was too late.
The puddle went under the crack of the door and was spreading into the hall.
Lucky, or maybe unlucky, for Hermione, Pansy and her friends just happened to be walking by to see it.
“Is that piss?” Daphne asked. She already had one hand on the doorknob, ready to open the closet door and catch Hermione mid-stream.
But Pansy stopped her and gestured for her purse.
“If someone peed in there, we shouldn’t just leave it. We should rinse it off.” Pansy smirked, looking though Daphne’s bag for their she-wees.
Daphne giggled and flashed her bare pussy under her dress, showing she was ready to pee wherever. Millicent pulled her panties off under her dress and tucked them into Daphne’s purse while Pansy looked for the she-wees.
She triumphantly pulled the three funnels out and passed them out to her friends.
They arranged themselves around the closet door, completely blocking it.
Daphne took Pansy’s panties and stuffed them into her purse.
Hermione could hear something happening right outside the door. She wasn’t sure what but she knew someone was standing right there and she was in an extremely vulnerable position.
She rushed to try to hide the evidence of what she’d done, but the pee was all over the floor, and splashed down her legs.
When Pansy yanked open the door, Hermione screamed. She had been trying to kick the soiled linens into the corner.
Pansy’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment at seeing not just that the party pisser was still in the closet, but that it was Granger!
But only for a moment.
She quickly turned her expression back into a mean smirk.
“What a surprise. It’s our favorite place to piss.” Pansy shot her foot out and hooked it behind Hermione’s ankle. She pulled her foot forward and laughed as Hermione fell on her ass.
Hermione groaned. She was sitting on the floor in her own piss. But that was nothing compared what she was in for.
Her bullies moved in closer to the door, caging her in to the tiny space.
And then she was being showered with three streams of piss.
Hermione tried to turn away but with three bladders shooting at her, every way she turned she had a new stream shooting in her face.
The towels and sheets she threw on the floor wasn’t nearly enough to absorb four full bladders, and the pile she was sitting on completely soaked through.
Piss kept spilling out the closet door and down the hall past the bullies, but they didn’t mind a little pee on their shoes if that was the price of peeing on Granger.
They even got the added bonus of seeing some unsuspecting party-goer walking down the hall slip in their piss and fall comically on their back.
He got up, unhurt, but his entire backside was soaked with piss.
The girls cackled with laughter, still pissing into the closet.
When they finished, Millicent pulled sheets from a shelf Hermione was too short to reach and passed them around for the girls to wipe with.
They dropped them on the pile, where they already started soaking up some of the floor piss.
Hermione didn’t try to get up. She wasn’t even sure if she could stand.
She pushed her wet hair out of her face and looked up at her bullies. Hoping it was finally over. But also, kind of hoping they’d just tell her what she was supposed to do now.
“Tuck your knees in.” Pansy told her.
She did it without thinking.
Then the closet door was closing.
“Wait! Don’t!” Hermione screamed. But she could hear her bullies laughing on the other side.
“This is our private bathroom now. We’ll be back. As soon as we have to piss again.” Pansy said though the door.
Hermione sat there in the dark, completely drenched in piss. Just waiting to be let out, or more likely to be peed on again.
If she bothered to even try opening the door, she would have seen that it wasn’t even locked.
She could have left whenever she wanted.
But she was being such a good girl. Doing what Pansy said. Being her personal toilet.