Harry and Hermione were walking along the corridors of Hogwarts after the entering class with their Dean Minerva MacGannagal and Hermione was dreadfully upset. In fact, she had all the rights to be in that bad mood as the last couple of days were awfully annoying. It all started when her parents and she returned to London from a trip around Euorope. For some reason, even though it was the 31-st of August, the British capital was under the terrible heat wave. The temperature was above 35 degrees Celsius and, if that wasn't enough, they got stuck in a horrible traffic jam for hours. The worst problem was that she was to be on the Hagwarts' express at 10 a. m. but it was impossible for Grangers family to make that huge detour to their house and get to the railway station in time. So her parents decided to head directly for the station as Hermione already had everything necessary in her travel bag after the trip. She wasn't particularly happy about that but at least she didn't need to carry all her stuff which she'd get later anyway. When she got on the train she was extremely tired and her feet were boiling as she was wearing her old converse without socks and she hadn't taken those off since the airport in Paris. She was eager to take a nap but her friends were all the way chatting about their summer experiences and arguing about which qwiddich team would win this year. The cherry on the cake was the fact that after they finally arrived at Hogwarts for what ever reason it was decided to make all the children sit an entrance class after dinner instead of letting them go sleep. So it was nine o'clock already and Hermione was getting more and more angry with her life and the people around.
Harry: Hermione, I literately don't understand why you've picked those ancient runes and numerology? These subjects are considered to be the hardest of all!
Hermione: Well, moreover, they are considered to be the most usefull. At least they are much more interesting and valuable than your predictions! I wonder why Professor Dumbledore hasn't still cancelled this course. It's just rediculus!
Harry: It might be, but you can't deny the fact that I'll have a lot more free time for having fun while you'll be calculating those numbers and memorizing lines and angles.
Hermione: You know what, Harry, I'm sick and tired of being the only one who cares about your future! If you forgot, you are the one who Lord Voldemort is hunting for! and it should be you who work hard and study the most appropriate subjects!
Harry: But, Hermione, it has been all right till now and nothing bad had happened so far. I'm strong enough to stand against Tom — I killed him once and I'll manage to do that once more. Calm down and try not to overreact...
Hermione: Overreact?! Everything has been all right?! You are just a silly kid Harry Potter! I'll show you how little you can do against a somewhat serious enemy!
She pushes him into an old classroom which hasn't been used for centuries and closes the door with a spell. She takes her magic wand in her hand and points it right to Harry's shocked face.
Harry: Hermione, what are you...
Hermione: Expelliarmus!
Harry evades the spell and tries to fight back with the tarantalegra spell. Hermione easily rejects it and sends it back to Harry. He manages to escape from the beam but Hermione's binding spell gets him and he falls on the floor all tied up.
Harry: What a hack you are doing, Hermione?! Dispel that and let me go!
Hermione: Huh, not that fast, little Harry. Now you how weak you truly are? You've provably learnt your lesson by now but, you know, I'm completely wasted after these few days and I want to relax. Moreover, for each lesson you have to pay.
She takes a chair and puts it over his chest so that the front legs are standing under each of his arms.
Harry: What are you going to do? — he asks confused.
Hermione sits on the chair with one leg on each side of Harry's head, ignoring his words. She starts then to undo the laces on one of her shoes.
Hermione: You know, Harry, I haven't taken these shoes off for three days in a row and my feet are killing me now. Perhaps, you wouldn't mind me using your face to refresh them a bit?
He would. He would definitely mind it because when her converses came off with a wet "Plop!" noise, the faint smell of rancid vinegar and pure sweat assaulted Harry's nostrils with tenfold intensity. Her long arched slender feet were a pinkish color with somewhat orange balls, and they were glistening with sweat! Harry could feel the heat coming off her feet and he didn't like that at all trying to move his face from his friend's hideous soles.
Hermione: Oh, now I see why my parents forbade me from taking my shoes off in the plain — the passengers could have been quite upset. Anyway they were lucky unlike you.
She grabs one of her converses and immediately buries Harry's nose into the mouth of the shoe.
Hermione: Before my feet will enjoy your face, you must enjoy the scent of my footwear. Now, breathe deeply in!
Hoping to end this nightmare as soon as possible Harry takes a big whiff and starts coughing. The smell is totally revolting and can barely take it without puking. Unfortunately for him, Hermione orders him to continue sucking in the putrid stench. And Harry inhales deeper and deeper, feeling the sour, vinegary scent assaults his nose. His only source of air was that damp hot and sweaty stink emitting from the insides of Hermione's shoe.
After five minutes of sniffing the malodorous converse Hermione decides to increase the level of her absentminded friend's suffering.
Hermione: You've done a good job. Now you are ready to begin the next task. Take your tongue out and start licking the insole! I wear these shoes every summer since I was eleven and they haven't been washed since that time, so they can really use a little tongue-bath.
Knowing he can't escape his fate Harry touches the sole of Hermione's converse with the tip of his tongue in attempt to clean the dirty heel stained insole. Immediately an eruption of flavor hits his tongue and spreads itself through his mouth. Harry instantly closes his mouth and tries to escape from his stinky prison.
Hermione: No-no-no... You stick out your tongue and give them a proper lick!
Hating the bushy-haired girl with super smelly feet sitting above him Harry submits and sticks his tongue out for the first lick, already disgusted by the smell, only to have his senses assaulted once again by the awful taste of her shoe's insole. Harry nearly pukes because of this. He can feel how moist and smelly the insole is with some black gunk made of Hermione's dead skin and sweat mashed into it.
Harry yells "It's gross, Hermione! Do you ever wash your feet?" She takes her shoes from his face giving him an opportunity to breath somewhat clean air.
Hermione: Indeed i do, but this time you got unlucky. Now it's time for you to experience the real fragrance!
Determined to prove herself, Hermione placed the ball of her right foot close on Harry's nose, capturing his every breath underneath her sweaty sole letting the stink deep out towards his face. Her feet were hot and glistening with sweat. He took his first sniff of her acrid feet, struggling to keep the vomit in his mouth as Hermione giggled.
— Nasty aren't they? —She asked excitedly, wiggling her dripping toes above Harry's eyes. She hen began to slide her sweaty bare feet up and down, scrunching against his nose, her toenails digging into your cheeks.
Not being able to stand the smell anymore Harry cried for help but Hermione was being quite loyal to her plan.
You snorted another deep breath from between her tight, smothering soles, your nose unable to escape from under the senator's rancid feet.
— I told you, I want you sniffing. Now. — Hermione said and with that she placed her sweaty toes directly over Harry's nose. He breathed the sweet stink of her feet .
The rickety, sweaty, salty , vinegary smell engulfed Harry's world and sent his lungs screaming for fresh air. Hermione's barefoot toes were disgusting, the absolute stinkiest and sweatiest part of her feet.
Hermione giggles moving Harry's nose inbetween her big and second toe, letting him sniff the worse part of her rancid, reeking feet — Give 'em a good whiff, Harry! They aren't that bad.
Gathering what strengh he had left he stuck his nose between Hermione's toes and sniffed several hard long sniffes. It was easier to breath between her toes but her scent is much thicker. A vinegary feminine sweat smell was numbing his mind as he inhaled. Harry tried to turn from the source of deadly aroma but Hermione immediately prevented that action.
Sniff — commanded the bushy-haired girl, — Harry took in a deep breath as she started wiggling her toes, wafting her horrendous stenchup his nose, — Keep sniffing, do not stop until I tell you to!
What choice did he have? Just to commence the order and give up to the brain-burning fragrance while Hermione was wriggling her toes, mashing his face into their sweaty surfaces. That lasted for half an hour which seemed a century to poor Harry and after he was completely drenched with her foot sweat Hermione made up her mind that she wants her feet totally clean.
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