Secret Santa
Hermione tried to run from the bullies who were caging her in. But her back was to the wall, and she had nowhere to go. She was surrounded.
Hermione braced herself for a wedgie, but it didn’t come.
“We just want to talk.” Pansy said. She held a hat out towards Hermione.
Hermione looked skeptically from Pansy to Millicent to Daphne. Waiting for someone to tell her what they wanted.
Did they shit in the hat? Were they about to shove it onto her head?
“We want you to be a part of our Christmas tradition.” Pansy told Hermione.
Hermione still didn’t trust it.
“So pick a name for secret santa!” Pansy gave the hat a shake and Hermione could finally see the little folded bits of paper inside.
Hermione considered arguing that she didn’t want to be a part of their secret santa. But she did. What if she got Pansy? What if Pansy got her? Was she supposed to buy her a real present?
Were they going to get her a real present? Or were they going to get her something to torment her?
Hermione was afraid to find out. But she hated that she was also curious to find out.
She reached into the hat and pulled out a bit of paper.
Hermione didn’t get a chance to unfold it. She dropped her paper in shock as Millicent yanked her panties up into a deep wedgie.
“Hope you get something good!” Pansy laughed as all three girls walked away.
Hermione tried to discreetly pick her wedgie as she bent to pick up the paper and unfolded it to read the name.
Who she’d buy a Christmas present for: Daphne.