Hermione could kiss Harry Potter. He had found the perpetrator and gotten revenge.
But more importantly be found a bra that would fit her new cup size.
Harry explained that the new bra was in fact Daphne Greengrass. Delicious irony the raven haired boy had said. "A pureblood 'supporting' a muggle born. The irony doesn't get any better than that!"
Indeed, after being discharged from the hospital wing Hermione had to admit that the forest green bra was just divine.
Hermione could sense thoughts coming from the bra as it was connected with her.
'Help somebody help me! Potter turned me into a bra! Help!'
Hermione was getting annoyed by this and pulsed her intent into the bra.
'Someb..... Hel.....M..'. Ahh silence. Daphne was now silenced and nothing more than essential fabric supporting Hermione's breasts. The snobbish entitled pureblood was no more in body or mind.
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