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This story is an offshoot from “Harry Potter and the Black Frilly Knickers” which sets the context. A frustrated Harry casts a spell that goes wrong. I do not own any of the characters from the world of Harry Potter or its settings. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All I provide is an obsession with knicker wetting. Harry woke up after another night of wet dreams – he was wearing Ginny’s black frilly knickers and they certainly showed the results of the dreams. It was several weeks since he had been entrapped by Ginny when he helped her after falling down the stairs and wetting herself. Ginny had secured the entrapment by leaving her soaking wet knickers on his bed for him and he was totally focussed on her. She had ensured he got lots of looks up her skirt to see whatever knickers she was wearing (and often wetting) that day and she had supplied him with a few more pairs of well used and wet ones, but none as pretty as the original frilly black ones. Harry was aware that Ron had been entrapped by Hermione and he seemed very happy with a small collection of her regulation navy blue school pants. The entrapment had a number of effects – firstly the sight of Ginny gave him an instant erection and he could not look elsewhere when she was there – however if he tried to look at any other girl or even fantasise about them in his head he went totally limp and nothing would happen. On one hand he was quite happy being entrapped, but was very frustrated that Ginny would not do anything more, not even a simple kiss, just saying wait for now. Whilst it took a little while to sink in he realised that it was Hemione that Ginny was sexually active with and until they calmed down a bit he (and Ron with Hermione) were not going to get any action. Whilst Ron did not seem too worried (Harry was pretty sure he had seen him wearing school knickers well before Hermione entrapped him), Harry was getting more and more annoyed. In addition, Hermione had become even more bossy than usual so in spite of their long term friendship he was getting well and truly pissed off with her. He wondered how he could get back at her to teach her a lesson, but had not really found a way – until that morning when looking down at the soaked pair of Ginny’s black frilly knickers he was wearing it hit him. If Hermione was so much into wetting her knickers how about he changed things so that she had no choice. Some research in the library identified a spell that would mean that her knickers would cling to her body and could not be taken down, by her or anyone else! Being in hurry to start the punishment he also found a diuretic spell so that she would quickly get a full bladder and need to pee quickly. The next morning when he came down the stairs to the common room, he saw Hermione and cast the spells. Nothing happened during breakfast in the hall, but towards the end of the first class he noticed Hermione was wriggling in her seat, so he was not surprised when the lesson ended that she was first up and out of the door. He followed at a distance. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Hermione started to feel a bit odd during the first class, she realised her bladder was filling up much quicker than normal and wondered if she had been given a potion by an enemy. Whilst she loved wetting herself (and also wetting in bed with Ginny) that was on her own terms not someone else’s.  She held on till the end of the class before rushing out to the girls’ toilets which she just made still dry. She rushed into a cubicle, lifted her skirt and pulled down her navy knickers – or rather tried to put them down, but they would not move more than an inch before snapping back into place. Starting to lose it she knew from her past wetting fun times that the best thing to do was to sit down, pull the fabric tight and pee as hard as she could so that it would go straight through the fabric and minimise the size of the wet spot. She soon finished and on checking found she was right and there was minimal damage to the double gusset of her knickers. She noticed that the noise level had shot up outside the cubicle so she opened up to find what looked like every Gryffindor girl jammed in the toilets. The bigger girls had got there first and were emerging from the cubicles, but many of the younger girls were stood there with their wee running down their legs as they gave up trying to pull down their knickers. Hermione saw Ginny and asked what had happened for her.  Ginny explained that when she found she could not get her knickers down she panicked and kept pulling the gusset down only for it snap back so she had totally soaked her knickers half way up to the waist band.  Hermione saw two of her room mates and asked them what had happened. Parvati Patil, said that fortunately she was fine, especially as she had also needed to poo, as she had worn a tiny thong that day and everything had gone through or round the little bit of material. Lavender Brown however was in tears, and it was obvious as she waddled over that she had worn full knickers and they were full of her poo. Hermione looked in her bag for some scissors and then made her friend lift her skirt and bend over so that with a few cuts the floor received the contents of the knickers and with some water from the sink the remainder of the pants were cleaned - at least enough for now.  There was no time before the next class to discuss anything, but Hermione invited all Gryffindor girls to her common room at lunch to see what they could work out. Hermione’s year had Herbology from then till lunch so rushed off to class.  Fortunately for her they were in the greenhouses sp shew as standing on the soils and pavers as she worked. This helped as she noticed that her blader was no longer holding her wee and then letting it all out in at once, rather she was constantly trickling wee out into the gusset of her knickers so the was a small puddle in them before it rand down her legs to the ground. This created a second problem – the small puddle allowed the think blue cotton material to “wick” up the liquid so that before long it had soaked up her bum and was getting closer to the waistband. Professor Sprout soon picked up something was wrong and called Hermione to her study to talk. I know you are the latest member of the W3 club, but you do not seem happy to have wet knickers this morning and it seems that all of Gryffindor girls have wet themselves as well she said. Hermione explained what was happening and that she was trying to puzzle out who had done this to them. Professor Sprout thought for a while and then said – “It is possible that someone is targeting all of Gryffindor girls, but I suspect one of you was being targeted and the spell was more powerful than the caster intended”. “ I wonder if you could try and think if anyone is upset with one of you older girls – or is someone missing at present?” Hermione concentrated as she thought about this, which is had with rivulets of wee running down your legs – then is struck her - could it he Harry – he had been very grumpy lately and she had not seen him at all this morning. They survived to lunch time when all the girls came to the common room – they were all in the same state soaking wet knickers and wee running down their legs onto the poop carpet – that’s going to take a power spell to clean Hermione thought. She called for quiet and explained what she had been told by Professor Sprout. She then shared he initial thought that it could be Harry. Ginny initially was unconvinced, but then said the only way to check is to challenge him. The two of them said to the rest of the girls wait a few minutes, we two will go and find out. They set of up the stairs to the boy’s dormitory where they needed to undo the spell on the door to get in – at the end of the room under the bed they found Harry who was trembling at the sight of the two angry witches. Explain! said Hermione – Harry stuttered “I’m really sorry, I just wanted to upset you Hermione for stealing all of Ginny’s time and affection, I am happy to be bonded to Ginny, but I never get any time with her. Let alone any sex activity. I must have messed up the spell somehow and it hit all the girls.” Hermione’s anger subsided a bit when she realised that she had been totally monopolising Ginny but some still remained. “First things first – have you got a note of the spells you used” she asked Harry. Harry showed her the written copies he had made and after looking carefully realised he had transposed some words which had expanded the impact of the spell. Knowing the mistake she then worked backwards to sort out how to undo the spells. She wrote the spells down and told Harry to cast them to undo the damage he had caused. As the spell finished, she immediately felt her bladder close and she stopped wetting herself. She went back downstairs to a cheer from the rest of the girls which told her the undoing had worked for everyone. She spoke to them all and explained that Harry had intended to only target her but had got things wrong. “I think we need to give him some form of punishment” she announced “all of you take of you wet knickers and put them into a pile, Harry can spend the afternoon hand washing them all as it is not fair on the house elves to make them clen up your and his messes”. The girls all did as asked, using any small dry bits of their pants to dry their legs first before heading off to their dorms to get clean ones. After the girls had left Ginny went up to Harrys room and brought him down to collect the big pile of wet knickers on the floor of the common room and he took them upstairs to his bathroom. The afternoon saw Harry taking one pair at a time, rinsing them, soaping, kneading them, rinsing them, wringing them out then hanging them all around the room to dry. He thought it was going to be a boring task, but instead he soon found it educational as he discovered all of the different styles, colours, materials etc the girls chose to wear. He was very tempted to try some of them on, but decided he could not risk getting caught by Hermione in her present mood. Just as he was finishing Ginny appeared – “I’m as annoyed as Hermione” she stated, “however I do accept that it is partially my fault that you are so frustrated”. “Lay down on you back on the floor” she ordered. He did as he was instructed and Ginny then stood over him so he was looking straight up her skirt to see a beautiful pair of turquoise silk knickers with matching lace trim on the legs. She squatted down so her knickers were almost touching his face. “Last pair for you to wash she said as she released her bladder soaking them and him. This was too much for Harry after spending all afternoon fantasising over the knickers he was washing and he immediately came into the red pair of Ginny’s knickers he was wearing making a big wet patch in them. That evening Harry lay on his bed reflecting on what a strange day it had been, his mess-ups, his punishment (all those knickers he washed and anticized over), and then a reward from Ginny, he recalled the tase of her wee and chewing at the fabric of her knickers till she came. Harry was wearing those very knickers now and enjoying the feel of the smooth cloth. He could hear Ron groaning as he played with Hermione’s navy knickers when the click of the door opening broke his train of thought – he pulled the bed curtains aside to see both hemione and Ginny wearing baby doll nighties that hid virtually nothing -especially the wet spot in each of their panties. Hermione spoke “Ginny and I have been talking and we realise that we have been very selfish and totally absorbed in each other. We do want to keep enjoying ourselves, but we have decided that you do not need to miss out -rather you should join us when we pleasure each other. Get onto the bed and whilst we 69 we will such you off – and see where we get to from there!” A whole new chapter had begun.  

This story is an offshoot from “Hermione's Wet Development” which sets the context. Ginny gets Harry under her power - includes knicker wetting (of course!) I do not own any of the characters from the world of Harry Potter or its settings. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All I provide is an obsession with knicker wetting. Ginny was amazed at the way her brother was now effectively transfixed and totally devoted to Hermione. He all but worshiped her and her knickers but Hermione did not try to exploit him in any way and was kind and gentle towards him always maintaining that when she was ready for a boyfriend and all that would involve, he would be there. Ginny wanted the same – with Harry. The two girls had talked about how to do this many times, usually after they had sated their desire for each other. Their starting point was that there appears to be the power to entrap a male through their knickers so Ginny started to ensure that Harry got lots of chances to see up her skirt and get a good view of whatever knickers she was wearing. But unlike her Ron, who clearly enjoyed the sight of navy blue school knickers more than anything else, Harry did not respond at all – in fact he was a perfect gentleman and she notice he would look away quickly when he did see her pants with an almost guilty look on his face. This was the opposite of what she was hoping for so after one on their talks the girls agreed that Ginny should try wearing different colours and styles of panties to try to find out if there was a particular type that would interest Harry. Whilst still at the Burrow she managed to flash every pair she owned, they were generally simple bikini or full styles in pastel colours but all to no effect.  One day getting quite desperate she found her oldest and smallest pair of knickers, modified the elastic so she could get them on, so they looked like the skimpiest of thongs. She managed to get herself in front of Harry when they ran upstairs and pretended to slightly trip so Harry ended up with his head under her skirt and his eyes looking at her pussy trying to escape around the minimal piece of material between her legs. But even this did not work! Harry spluttered and apology and gently helped her to get fully upright whilst looking down at his feet! They were now back at school and Ginny was getting annoyed with herself for failing. Hermione was concerned for her special friend and offered her complete freedom to borrow any of her knickers -especially the ones she had got from Madam Susie’s shop. It was harder to “flash” Harry in school as there were many other males around quite a few of whom seems to spend an inordinate amount of time and effort to look up the young witches’ skirts or find ways to see into the showers, toilets or changing rooms. Over a couple of weeks Ginny worked her way through all of the nice grown-up styles and colours of panties but without any success. Not even the lacey turquoise ones managed to get Harry’s attention. What Ginny did not know was how Harry was coping through all of this. Harry was really struggling with his thoughts. Ginny was his best friend Ron’s little sister, he could not have wrong thoughts about her, he had put her “displays of her drawers” down to her simply being a bit of tom boy – which was understandable having only had brothers to grow up with. But he really did enjoy the views of her knickers – of any size, type or colour – indeed he spent most nights dreaming about her knickers which resulted in extra cleaning up of a morning. But he knew he must resist and although it was difficult especially with the turquoise ones, he fought his thoughts and feelings and controlled them. Hemione and Ginny were absolutely puzzled by the failure to enchant Harry to Ginny – to their way of understanding Ron had merely needed to see the type of knickers he liked on Hermione to be caught, but nothing had worked with Harry. The girls were trying to work out what to do next. Ginny said well I have worn and flashed every pair of knickers we have between us and I haven’t seen anywhere in the Village that sells anything other than granny pants. That’s it! said Hermione “sells”. I had forgotten about Madam Susie’s shop and her Owl order services – what we need are the most powerful knickers to attract males – black ones! Remember I told you mum stopped me buying black panties but Susie said just to let her know when I wanted some and I could buy them direct from her. She dived into her bag and pulled out a small paperback book that was Madam Susie’s catalogue. They poured though it together finding new styles as well as colours.  Whilst they could have selected lots of pairs Ginny knew that most of the costs would be picked up by her friend and did not think that was fair. So, they chose four pairs – firstly a fairly simple bikini style with some lace (in black), secondly a pair of what they saw were called French knickers (tap pants) which would require careful flashing if more flesh than knicker material was not to be seen (in black). Finally. they saw the most exotic and pretty style – frilly ruffled panties, high waisted, quite long legs, but rows and rows of lace frills round everywhere. I don’t know about the boys said Hermione, but I want a pair of those in blue so that I can go to bed with you in a black pair. So that’s what they ordered, Hermione sending her owl with the money, but the packages came back by Susie’s very large “Special Delivery Owl” a couple of day’s later with a simple note – enjoy and have fun!        The girls managed to wait until just before bedtime to try the panties on, Hermione tried the Bikini’s and Ginny the Frenchie’s first which immediately raised their lust levels, but then they tried the frilly ruffled ones and barely got them on and looked at each other before falling into bed in a mixture of love, lust and passion. The knickers were soon soaked but the touch and the feel of the material on their bodies and the attention of each other’s hands drove them to greater hights before collapsing into a deep sleep. They had put enchantment spells on the curtains around the bed so no one else could hear them, but several girls guessed and were aroused, needing to use their own hands to ensure their knickers ended up wet and they could get some sleep. The next morning neither girl wanted to take their new knickers off, even to wear the other new types so they used a cleaning spell and got into their school clothes making sure no one else saw their pretty pants. Ginny went off to class after breakfast trying to work out how should could let Harry see these knickers without anyone else doing so. If she had concentrated a bit more, she would have noticed the stairs were moving, but she didn’t and suddenly she was tumbling down the stairs totally out of control and yellled. She landed at the bottom badly, knocking her head such that must have almost passed out. But worse she totally winded herself and curled up into a ball in pain. As she started to come to the realisation hit her – when she had landed and winded herself, she had totally lost control of her bladder and the contents (and there were lots after breakfast) were pouring out of her, into her lovely new knickers and making a big puddle on the floor below the steps. As she had come down the stairs her uniform skirt had ended up under her arms so all of her legs, knickers, even her tummy, were on display – but at least only her knickers were getting wet. As she came to, she realised that someone was holding her calling her name and gently touching her head and arms and legs. She opened her eyes to look straight into Harrys.  Harry had been walking on the lower level going back to the common room as he did not have a class that period when he heard the yell and thumps. When he found Ginny, he immediately started to check she was ok for cuts and bone breakages– head, shoulders, arms, legs ankles, feet, then torso. Having found nothing that appeared to be broken, he lingered in this area “checking” her breasts very carefully when she started to stir and he could see she was likely to be ok. As his hand moved down lower to check her pelvis his hand slid over the ruffles on her knickers over her pussy mound just as a final burst of Ginny’s wee came out. Without thinking he put his fingers into his mouth tasting the warm liquid from her body. And that was the moment he was entrapped – kneeling in her puddle of wee with the taste of it on his tongue, looking at the most amazing pair of knickers he had ever seen covering Ginny’s mound. It took all of his ability to stop burring his face into her crotch and knicker gusset it was so inviting. As Ginny came to see saw the same look in Harry’s eyes as she had seen when Hermione had pissed in her knickers all over Ron’s knicker clad prick – total devotion! She had achieved what she had set out to do – even if it was by accident. Making no attempt to hide herself she used her hands to squeeze the last drops of wee out of her knicker crotch and then the ruffles around her bum and legs. Harry just stared. The she carefully moved to stand up and Harry broke his trance and quickly moved to help her stand up. She flexed her legs and arms and body and decided that she had not broken anything. Ginny said I had better go to the infirmary and report I had fallen – I am now very late for class and a sick note will cover that. Harry agreed and used his wand to magic away the puddle of wee – into the water bottle in his bag! Harry walked with her upstairs to the infirmary, but Ginny said it probably best if no one else knows about your finding me – we already get a hard time from everyone so Harry left her by the door and she went in on her own. Madam Pomfrey saw Ginny and got her to a bed and told her to lie down. On hearing about the fall, being knocked out and winded she gently removed Ginny’s outer clothing and checked her for possible damage. First her top then removing her skirt – her professional caring manner slipped when she whispered wow! when seeing the black frilly knickers. She touched them and confirmed her suspicion that they were soaked and so she proceeded to remove them – her nose wrinkling as she did so. Well Miss Weasley she said – I am sure you have not done any serious damage but you could get some bruising so I will give you a potion to take and you are to rest in your common room for the remainder of the day – I will notify all of your teachers. Now lets sort out your knickers – I will give you some clean school ones, but you must take these back with you and wash them out carefully – no one else should touch them especially a male. From the smell of your wee I can tell you have been fanaticising about some boy for quite a while and this has distilled part of your personal essence into your wee. Any male that touches this will be totally under your power – and there are lots that I suspect you do not want that to happen with and they are the most likely to be creeping around looking for girls’ knickers. Ginny put on the school knickers and carefully rolled up her black frillies and put them in her bag. As soon as she got to the common room, she checked no one was around. She but the still wet knickers into a bag and crept up to hide it under Harry’s pillow, casting a spell so only he could open the bag. It was a bitter sweet moment as she had really loved wearing (and wetting) them, but knowing she would fully lock Harry into her control was more important. (She hadn’t seen Harry taste her wee so she did not know that he was already hers). At lunchtime Hermione rushed in to see Ginny as the story of her fall had gone round the school but it was only that evening that Ginny was able to speak with Hermione without anyone else there. Ginny explained about everything that had happened admitting her mixed feelings about the loss of her knickers. Hermione just smiled – when I saw you in them for the first time I knew that no one could resist you and I was sure they would soon end up with Harry – so I have already ordered you a replacement pair, I love seeing you in them and I admit I lust to get you back into bed with them on. They should be here tomorrow so how about you try the French knickers tonight and I will wear the lacy bikini ones! And so to bed! 

Thank you for your feedback. I only do this play when in good physical health, never when either of us are sick we are sick. Certainly not during any bladder infection. Another good practice is it would be good to check both of our bodies to make sure neither of us has any open wounds before doing this play. I haven't been doing this yet, but that would probably be a good extra measure. Another extra good measure is my pee is always clear because I am always hydrated. I'm grateful to know that there is not concern for her health when she is laying in my pee on the plastic sheet which it does sit there after I pee in her pussy. I'm grateful that it is safe for that for 30 minutes before we take a good nice warm long shower together after we both orgasm. Thanks again for the feedback. I'm grateful to know what we are doing is safe and healthy. 

Very nice story. Glad your back and have "free time" to share again looking forward to more stories