Chapter 1

After yet another summer at with her parents, Hermione was back at Hogwarts. She loved the old castle with its soaring towers vast, deep, beautiful lake and extraordinarily well stocked library. She and Ron were getting along as they never had before and she was pretty sure that he was going to kiss her soon. It tingled her insides just to think about it.

The only thing bothering her was that Hogwarts was still being cared for by its army of unpaid magical creatures, the house elves. She had organized an action committee S.P.E.W. in an attempt to raise awareness of the plight of the house elves. Currently it only had 3 members and she was sure two of them, Harry and Ron, had only joined so not to hurt her feelings.

Taking on more than a full load as usual, Hermione , was strapped for time to work on her "House Elf problem" as Ron called it and the lack of progress was starting to weigh heavily upon her mind. It was bothering her more than usual one day as she Ron and Harry entered the Great Hall for breakfast and as a result she was wearing a scowl instead of her usual bright smile.

"Gosh, I thought I would never get to sleep last night." Said Harry. "Nevil was snoring up a symphony."

"Yah a symphony of ghosts playing saws. I am surprised it didn't wake you Hermione " yawned Ron.

"OH leave him alone you two!" Snapped Hermione "Poor Nevil has had it almost as bad as you Harry, with You Know Who's followers doing You Know What to his parents. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves."

"All right, all right Hermione. We didn't mean anything by it, really." Cooed Harry

In order to keep from talking to Ron and Harry at breakfast Hermione piled her plate high with sausages, cheesy scrambled eggs, toast and pancakes. Usually she just had yogurt with a cup of tea. On this particular morning the house elves had out done themselves with everything tasting as if a it had an irresistible ingesting charm on it. She basically inhaled her short stack before Harry had even finished putting together his plate.

Ron was jabbering to Harry about the previous weeks Quiditch match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw with his mouth full of fried tomatoes. This annoyed Hermione so much that she had to concentrate very hard on her fork moving from her plate to her mouth in order to keep herself from snapping at Ron not to speak with his mouth full, which she knew was way too bossy. The unintended consequence of this strategy was that she finished her plate in almost no time. She was forced to refill her plate, although truth be told she wasn't totally disappointed to have an excuse to eat some more of this mornings fantastic breakfast.

She eyed what was within easy reach seeing roasted potatoes, cream and jelly crapes, the fried tomatoes Ron had been eating and dry cold toast.

"humm the potatoes and crapes look so good, But I should only have toast I have eaten so much already" thought Hermione "but ohhh just look at those steaming platters of crapes and potatoes. You know I really shouldn't let them go to waste think of the house elves who made them. It would be wrong to leave them sitting there."

And with that she served herself 2 crapes and a heaping serving of potatoes. The first bite of crape was like a delicate explosion of flavor. The way the egg crape disintegrated upon contact with her tongue and the jelly and cream mixed to create a fatty sweet utterly delicious swril in her mouth.

"ohh my that is good" whispered Hermione

"bout time you said something" said Ron "listen we are sorry about making fun of Neville, but it's not fair for you to give us the silent treatment all breakfast because of one bad joke"

"Oh Ron it's not you, or that joke it's the poor house elves. You know what, I am going to take a short lunch today so I can get some extra time in the library to see if I can't find anything that will help them."

And with that she tucked back into her plate. The potatoes tasted just as good as any she had ever had before. But they were so heavy that with every bite she could feel them fighting with the rest of her breakfast for room in her now distended gut. But she had to keep going there were only a few min of breakfast left and she still had 4 wedges of potato and a crape and she was not about to leave them on her plate. Bite after bite she forced the potatoes down using generous amounts of catsup to help them along their way. She could feel her tummy reaching out, and when she would lean for her pumpkin juice, brush the table. She was really quite stuffed at this point with a belly that looked like she hiding a serving bowl under her shirt. But with her characteristic stubbornness she plowed on. Now to the last crape. Each forkful felt like a burden she just couldn't continue with but once the flavor hit her, she happily played it around her tongue and swallowed.

Finally the last bite and she was finished. She had never eaten so much before and her torso now had a new type of definition. Gone were the soft out-ling of her abs and replaced was the protrusion of her food. Starting just at the base if her ribcage and jutting out in a delicate arc down to her pelvis. It was unmistakable she was completely stuffed. She carefully ran her hand over her bulbous belly hoping no one would notice her indulgence and was surprised to feel how hard it was. This gave her a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach she knew had nothing to do with the copious amounts of food currently deposited there.