Chapter Text
Nappies for Hermione, Chapter 1
Desires, Chapter 4 (alternate)
Sleepovers
Harry, Hermione, and Luna had ‘sleepovers’ every couple of weeks after Hermione announced that she wanted to act like a child sometimes, the same as the others, just a bit older. Their ‘sleepovers’ were an organised set of activities, that included watching movies, fort-building, and other activities.
The reason that these sleepovers were as organised as they were, is that the trio had to find some way to differentiate it from their normal lives, as they all lived in the same house.
During their sleepovers, they would put three camp beds in one of their rooms. This was different from usual, as Hermione and Harry generally slept in the same bed, with Luna in a connecting room. Of course, when they were de-aged or a bit younger in their playtime activities, both of the children were in the nursery, as there were two infant beds in there.
There were frequent rumours in the press that Harry was actually engaged to both Hermione (as The Lady Potter), and Luna (as The Lady Black), but they were simply untrue.
They still had their ‘little’ playtime on the other weekends, and when they weren’t busy during the week. These had the most variation: Hermione would always act as the mother, but Luna could range anywhere from adult, down to a toddler. They also frequently used a Dark Arts spell that Hermione found that would reduce the victim of the spell in age.
It was after a couple of months of this routine that Hermione looked at the book that contained what they called “The Spell”, and realised that it could be customised to other ages as well. The trick was concentrating on the proper target age. Perhaps unconsciously, Hermione had been thinking of the ‘children’ as four years old when she had cast the spell before.
“Harry, look at this,” she said. She pointed out the paragraph describing the spell. “We could use this for our sleepover weekends if we wanted to.”
“Really, Hermione?” asked Harry. “You trust us that much with that spell? If we do it wrong, then it will be a long time before I have a proper Hermione back.”
“Yes, I trust you,” said Hermione. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have mentioned it to you. We could all be seven years old for a night or a weekend.”
“Well, I know that you allow us our Drynites during those weekends, so I won’t even ask about that,” said Harry. “We need to talk to Luna about this, and make a decision with the three of us.”
“Of course,” said Hermione. “I don’t think that Luna wants to play Mummy to two children, even if they are seven years old. I tend to enjoy it, though.”
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“I think that it sounds like a good idea,” said Luna when she heard their idea later that night. She’d just returned from a fundraiser for The Potter Foundation. “You do sound like you have some hesitation about this, though.”
“You’re right, Luna,” said Hermione. “I am a little hesitant because I might actually need the Drynites at that age: I had a problem with that when I was young.”
“It’ll be a lot better this time, Hermione,” said Luna. “No waking up with wet sheets in the middle of the night. Or a wet sleeping bag.”
“I wouldn’t know about the sleeping-bag,” said Hermione. “I never had any friends at school, because I was a lot smarter than them, and they knew it. So I never got to go to any sleepovers.”
“You learned all of this from the library?” asked Harry. “I know that I shouldn’t be surprised, though.”
“About me not having any friends?”
“About you being able to find everything you wanted in the library,” said Harry, now noticing that Hermione was smirking. “I have an idea. Let’s go to Asda’s and buy sleeping bags.”
“I have a better idea,” said Luna. “At least one of us should be de-aged so that we can make sure we get the right size.”
“We need to get more child seats then,” said Hermione, the only one of them with an actual Driving Licence. “By law, any child under the age of 12 and/or less than 135 cm tall must be in a car seat. And Harry’s four-year-old car seat wouldn’t fit a seven year old child.”
“We need to see how small we are then,” suggested Luna.
Hermione cast the spell, and found that both Luna and Harry were at the median height and weight for the age group: both were very close to 3 stone 8 lbs, 48 inches, and obviously would need car-seats.
Hermione then called her mother, knowing that her mother had immaculate records. It turns out that Hermione had been almost right on the median as well.
Hermione re-aged them, and they got into the car, and headed to Asda. They walked in and headed to the baby aisle, where all the child seats were. They quickly found what they were looking for.
“Now, I like the five-point harness, and not just the booster,” said Hermione to remind Harry and Luna what to look for. “It’s much safer for the child.”
“I like that one!” said Luna. “It has pink on it.”
The one she was pointing at was pink all over with a black frame. Best of all, it was a Group 2-3 seat suitable for 15 – 36 kg. Then, Harry saw one that suited him—similar to Luna’s, but with blue highlights.
They then went over to the sporting goods section, where they had sleeping bags. They quickly found ones in both their smaller size and their normal sizes.
They put the sleeping bags and the car-seats in their trolley, and went to the grocery section to buy various items, such as milk, chicken nuggets, Drynites, cereal, and a couple of other groceries, and went to the checkout, where the total came to just under £400.
“I didn’t know this stuff was this expensive,” commented Harry as they walked out to the car. “It’s a good thing that I have this type of cash to spend.”
“Can we install them now?” asked Luna.
“No, the Muggles will see if I shrink you,” said Hermione. “We also need somewhere for you to sit. And they’d be too suspicious if I entered the loo with an adult and came out with a child, let alone two. No, we need to find a multi-storey car park, and then we can do the switch. More privacy that way.”
They got to a car-park near Earl’s Court. They made the switch, and Luna pretended like she didn’t want to be in the child-seat, but Hermione got her in. As they were heading back to their house, she pointed out a very familiar box on the side of the road near the Earl’s Court Tube station.
It was a replica of the TARDIS from her favourite show as a child, Doctor Who. Occasionally, she would still watch the reruns when they aired, and was looking to find some tapes compatible with her VCR machine. Harry had heard about this enough that he knew exactly what to get Hermione for her next birthday and/or Mothering Sunday.
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On the way home, they stopped at the Blockbuster Video store and rented a couple of movies for the weekend. They also purchased things that they’d forgotten at Asda, such as popcorn and soft drinks.
Soon, they were at their house in Chiswick. Hermione noted that one of the neighbours a couple of streets over was a bit strange. A grown woman lived with her mum, her dad, and her granddad. The granddad was always looking at the stars at night, and the woman claimed to be ‘the best temp in Chiswick’ or the ‘fastest typist in Chiswick’. A couple of streets in the other direction was a cute little girl with a Blackpool accent.
They unloaded their car, and went into the house. It was past their usual dinner time, so Hermione quickly put the chicken nuggets in the oven, and waited until they were done, about fifteen minutes later. They had milk with their nuggets (something that Hermione insisted on, given what they were going to be drinking later).
After cleaning up the kitchen and casting a couple of spells on the house (so that people couldn’t stop by and report them to CPS) Hermione went to see Harry.
“Harry, could you do the spell?” she asked.
“It may be a little bit harder,” said Harry. “And I hope that you warded the house. Otherwise we may get an Underage Notification.”
“The Trace is off your wand,” said Hermione. “There is no way that it can be put back on. Hence, why the Ministry attempts to control so-called ‘Legacy Wands’. That is, wands owned by an ancestor or other relative.”
“So Ron could’ve used magic at home any time he wanted to?” asked Harry.
“Of course,” said Hermione. “Also, Mrs Weasley wouldn’t let him.”
Harry had a look of concentration on his face as he cast the spell. Hermione could feel herself shrinking, which was quite an odd feeling when it wasn’t accompanied by fur sprouting from her. Soon, she was the same height as Harry. Luna came in a minute later.
“You look so cute like that,” exclaimed Luna. “I wish that you would do this more often.”
“It might take a while to readjust,” said Hermione. “Let’s get our night started!”
“Not so fast,” said Harry, opening one of the shopping bags. “We’re not exempting you tonight of all nights. Plus, you still have to get your ‘jammies on.”
He pulled out a Drynites and handed it to her. “What about when I said ‘one time only’?” asked Hermione.
“Should’ve asked about that the second or third time we had a sleepover,” said Luna. “Or before you came with the idea to regress yourself to such an age that you’d need Drynites.”
Hermione went to the bathroom to change into her pyjamas and her underwear for the night. The Drynites, as always, were very comfortable on her. It’s just that this time, they fit her without modification.
She walked out of the bathroom to find that both Luna and Harry now had their pyjamas on and were ready to play board games. They made a fort in the bedroom, set up a torch, and played board-games for a couple of hours under the blankets. Then, it was “Movie Time”, so Hermione popped some popcorn (using the microwave—she had to stand on a stool to do it), and got the drinks ready, and put in the VHS tape of Star Wars: Episode IV: A New Hope (Special Edition), which Harry and Luna had never seen before.
All three of them loved it. Hermione had seen it before, but only on the original version. This one looked a lot better. There was one change that she did not like, however, and that was Greedo shooting at Han. She realised that in the original, Greedo was preparing to shoot, Han just did it first. Heck, he even paid for the damages.
After the movie was over (with Luna and Harry exclaiming that they wanted to watch Empire Strikes Back the next night), Hermione and the others first went to the bathroom (Hermione was hoping this would be enough to prevent her having an accident), and then went into the bedroom, got in their sleeping bags, and started to tell scary stories.
A half-hour later, they were all asleep. When Hermione woke up the next morning, she realised that what she’d feared had happened—she’d wet the Drynites. She got out of her sleeping bag, and realised that her Drynites had expanded, and that she didn’t need to go to the bathroom like she usually did in the morning.
The Drynites was quite clearly wet, but didn’t feel all that bad. It was bearable for her until she changed later. She wished that she didn’t have to use them though. She went over to Harry, who was still sleeping, and cuddled up next to him. Unconsciously, he put his arm around her.
Harry and Luna woke up fifteen minutes later.
“Hey, Hermione,” said Harry sleepily.
“Hey, Harry,” said Hermione.
“Are you wet?” asked Luna. Both Harry and Hermione nodded. Harry’s nod was a little more enthusiastic than Hermione’s.
Luna came over and put her hand down Hermione’s pants and felt the Drynites. “Not soaked,” she proclaimed, as she went over and did the same to Harry.
“Luna, what about personal space?” asked Hermione. “I thought that we went over this.”
“But see, Hermione, nothing bad happened,” said Luna, going over to Hermione’s sleeping bag. She ran her hand over it. “See, your bed isn’t wet, you must not be too uncomfortable in that, or else you’d taken it off already.”
“Yeah, okay,” said Hermione, only half-heartedly. “Let’s go down and get breakfast, and then we can change into clothes for the day.”
“Okay!” shouted the others enthusiastically. They raced down the steps to the kitchen.
“Hermione, I think we may have a problem here,” said Harry. “The milk is at the top of the fridge.”
“And the cereal is in the cabinets,” said Luna.
“Are you wizards or not?” asked Hermione. “Neither of you have the Trace on your wands. Either you summon it or you make me big again.”
They decided to summon the milk and the cereal, but quickly learned that this was a mistake, and the cereal and milk hit Harry in the head, which Luna and Hermione laughed at.
At this age, Harry and Luna were more willing to bathe/take showers than they were as smaller children. This meant that the Drynites came off, and they were in the shower very quickly after they finished eating breakfast. Hermione stayed to clean up the dishes and put them into the dishwasher.
It was then that she realised that she needed to use the bathroom. Despite them living in a house with three bedrooms (plus the nursery), a living room, a kitchen, and a dining room, the house only had two bathrooms.
She went up to the bathroom that Luna was in. “Luna, hurry up, I have to go!”
She tried the door, but realised that it was locked.
“I’ll be out in a couple,” shouted Luna from her shower.
“Well, hurry up,” said Hermione. “I have to use the loo.”
“I’ll only be a minute,” said Luna.
Unfortunately, Hermione’s body started to work of its own accord. She hadn’t needed to pee, she could have just used the Drynites for that. No, this was much worse. She felt her poop leave her body and enter the Drynites. It was a slimy feeling, and dirty. Then, the door opened and made things much worse.
Hermione lost her balance as the door opened, and fell on her bottom, squishing the poop all around her butt, and threatening to come out of the back of the underwear.
Hermione couldn’t help it. She burst into tears, causing Luna to come see what was wrong.
“You can use the bathroom now, Hermione,” said Luna.
“Don’t need to,” sniffled Hermione. It was then that Luna realised what had happened.
“It’s okay, Hermione,” said Luna patting Hermione on the back.
“What happened?” asked Harry, coming into the hallway.
“I took too long in the shower, and Hermione didn’t make it to the toilet,” answered Luna. “Hermione, if I give you your wand, can you re-age me for a while? This will be a lot easier then.”
Hermione took her wand and cast the spell. Luna changed into her adult form, and picked Hermione up. Luna knew not to use any of the phrases that Hermione would’ve used, as Luna knew that Hermione didn’t like this.
Another unfortunate thing for Hermione was that when Luna picked her up, it shifted the poop in the Drynites, smashing it against her skin.
Luna carried her to the changing table. “I know that you aren’t a baby, but it’ll be the easiest way to clean you up.”
Hermione nodded her assent as Luna tore open the sides of the Drynites. She cleaned the other girl quickly, but thoroughly. “Would you like Drynites or panties?” asked Luna.
“I want to stay this age for a while,” said Hermione. “Drynites.”
This was one of the more daring things she’d done. She liked the feel of Drynites when they were dry, tolerated the feel when they were wet in the morning, and hated the feel of a messy nappy. It was sort of funny that she didn’t mind changing someone else.
The day went rather well, as the three of them had a good time reading and playing video games. Hermione had no further accidents that weekend (except for a wet Drynites in the morning), and soon it was time to re-age her.
Harry cast the spell to re-age her, and it produced a blue spell, and nothing happened.
“That wasn’t really blue, was it?” asked Hermione, who was still the size of a seven year old child.
Harry nodded.
“Oh, my,” said Luna, looking at the book.