It wasn’t often that the students at Hogwarts actually got time off from their studies — like, real time off.
The weekdays were typically packed with classes from 8-5 p.m. or later, and the weekends were primarily for students to congregate in the library and dormitory halls to finish the homework that had piled up the week before.
Today was different, though. On this particular Friday, all classes had been canceled in celebration of Headmaster Snape’s retirement. It would be sad to see him go – especially after serving the school for nearly three decades after the former headmaster, Dumbledore, had passed away – but Snape deserved to live out the final parts of his life in whatever way he saw fit.
Not to mention, any time off from class was a welcomed gift, even to someone as educationally driven as Taylor Rosin. Sure, she would probably hit the library with Evan later, but for now, she was free, and she intended to enjoy it.
A rare day such as this permitted some spontaneous behavior. Taylor had taken her broom from the keep and rode it to the furthest edge of the school grounds — an alcove in the forest with a stream running beside it that was away from the usual hustle and bustle that consumed Hogwarts.
She remembered her parents telling her how they used to hang out at this spot to get away from it all back when they were students.
Taylor dismounted her broom and perched herself up on a large stone beside the stream.
She was a cute girl — her brunette hair was pulled back into a pony tail, leaving her bangs free to brush against her forehead. Today, in lieu of her Hufflepuff robes, she wore a thin navy blue sweater with long sleeves. Down the front of Taylor’s sweater was a navy blue placket of ten tiny buttons that stopped just above her navel; several of the buttons were unfastened at the top, exposing an inch or two of Taylor’s separated cleavage. To complete her ensemble, the girl wore a pair of ripped blue jeans and some old sneakers that were perfect for trekking.
Taylor closed her eyes and drank in the world around her. The sound of water hitting the rocks underneath filled the autumn air. The cool breeze brushed against her face. The crisp air engorged her lungs. The serenity was intoxicating — maybe too intoxicating.
As Taylor pulled her sweater sleeve up over her knuckles and leaned back on the boulder to get more comfortable, she didn’t realize that she had company in the not-too-distant bushes.
“Yep, that’s her, alright,” one of the two men in hiding told his partner.
“Definitely. That’s Taylor,” the second man agreed. “Word on the flue network is that she’s the most gifted student Hogwarts has had in decades.”
“So how are we supposed to go up against that? Are we strong enough to take her?”
“She’s still a student. She doesn’t know how to fully use that power of hers. Besides, if we do it right, she’ll never even have a chance to cast a spell. Hell, she may even come along willingly.”
“But what if she doesn’t?”
“If she doesn’t? Well, I’ve got an idea for that, too. Come on.”
Slowly, the men climbed out of hiding and trotted into the alcove, directly into plain sight.
The sound of their approaching footsteps put Taylor on alert. Her eyes sprang open and landed on the men immediately. Judging by their dark attire and dirty appearance, they were Devaders, no doubt: the remnants of the Death Eaters that resisted the Ministry after the fall of Voldemort. Generally speaking, Devaders weren’t a threat, but what were two of them doing here at Hogwarts?
Taylor quickly jumped down from the boulder she had been sitting on and reached for her wand in her back jeans pocket. But the interlopers had anticipated she would do something like that.
“*Expelliarmus!*” one of the men flicked his wand.
Taylor had just barely brandished her rosewood weapon when it went flying out of her hand and landed somewhere in the grass to her far left — out of reach.
“Not so fast, sweetheart,” the second man smirked. His wand was also pointed at the girl.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” the first man spoke. “It seems we’re in the presence of the prolific Taylor Rosin.”
“How do you know my name?” Taylor furrowed her eyebrows. She desperately tried to think of how she would defend herself from these men if things turned south, but truthfully, she didn’t know any spells that could be performed without a wand. Not even she had read that far ahead in her textbook; now she wish she had.
“Everyone knows your name, Taylor. The brightest witch of your generation, they say,” the man who disarmed her replied. “Let’s get better acquainted, shall we? My name’s Mitch.”
“And I’m Devan,” the other man replied with a sardonic courtesy.
“You know, with the right teachings, you could become one of the most powerful witches of the age,” Mitch continued.
“I’m already getting the right teachings,” Taylor defended. “I don’t intend on looking for an education beyond Hogwarts.”
“Well, we’d hate for all of that talent to go to waste, Love. The Devaders could use someone with your skillset. You might even have the power to resurrect Voldemort himself. What do you say?”
“Voldemort and everyone who associates with him are just vile shells of people too unworthy to be called wizards,” Taylor gritted her teeth in disgust.
“Is that so?” Devan replied. “I feel pretty wizardly, actually, don’t you, Mitch?”
“I do,” his partner replied. “I just got magic flowing through my veins.”
Mitch absentmindedly flicked his wand at Taylor, and something strange happened: the white bra she had been wearing underneath her sweater suddenly disappeared.
In an instant, her autumn-hardened nipples were poking dangerously at the thin fabric of her navy blue sweater for all to see.
“Hey!” Taylor noticed the wardrobe malfunction immediately. She blushed as she folded her arms to cover up her braless chest.
“Oops. Sorry,” Mitch apologized sarcastically. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m just a shell of a wizard, after all.”
“Me, too. I’m also feeling too dull to control myself,” Devan flicked his wand at Taylor amusingly.
This time, the girl’s ripped blue jeans and sneakers disappeared, exposing her bare legs and the white underwear that covered her lower half.
“Stop it!” Taylor’s face turned an even brighter shade of red as she abandoned shielding her nipples and pulled the bottom of her sweater down in an attempt to cover her exposed lower half.
She couldn’t believe this was happening. How humiliating! Taylor hardly ever wandered about Hogwarts alone, and she had to pick today of all days to go as far off of the grid as possible. Now she had to deal with these creeps, and she didn’t even have a wand to help her do it.
“Now, Taylor, you have one more chance to come with us quietly before things get *really* difficult for you,” Mitch warned. “Join us. What do you say?”
Did she have much of a choice? Here she was standing in the forest with no wand, hardly any clothes, and with almost every ounce of dignity stripped from her conscience.
But she still couldn’t bring herself to agree. Joining the Devaders was never an option. Ever.
“No,” Taylor replied as she surrendered on covering her body so that she could stand up straight. Proud. “I won’t join you.”
“That’s okay. We didn’t think you would,” Devan shrugged.
Taylor cocked her head curiously. So what was going to happen now? Were they possibly going to let her go?
Not in the slightest.
“But you’re coming with us, anyway,” Mitch grinned fiendishly, and with his wand pointed at the defenseless girl, he yelled, “*Engorgio sweitre enbaggus!*”
That didn’t sound good.
Taylor closed her eyes and braced herself for whatever horrific spell would erupt from her assailant’s wand and strike her down, but nothing came. Seconds passed, and the girl remained untouched.
She opened her eyes to see what had gone wrong. To her confusion, Mitch was lowering his wand with a look of satisfaction flooding his face.
The spell had apparently worked, but what had it done?
Taylor tried to cross her arms again in deviance, but her arms were difficult to move.
She looked down at her body and was startled by what she found: her navy blue sweater was transforming. It had already grown to two times its original size, and it was still growing. On top of that, the long sleeves that her arms had been in were now one with the torso, creating a solid piece of fabric that nestled her arms beside to her naked body within.
“Hey! What is this?” Taylor demanded.
The bottom of her sweater continued to expand, stretching downward until the opened seams curled around her bare feet and meshed into one bag-like garment that trapped her body inside.
“You didn’t want to come willingly,” Mitch responded.
“Or quietly,” Devan chimed in.
“So we’re making you do both.”
“Stop! You can’t do this!” Taylor ordered as she struggled against her sweater prison. “This is kidnapping!”
“It is,” Mitch admitted as he put the finishing touches on the witch’s detainment with a flick of his wand.
The blue placket of buttons on the front of the sweater began to expand up toward her head. [More fastened buttons formed on the placket to accommodate the sweater’s transformation as the fabric stretched upward, inevitably engulfing Taylor’s head in a buttoned hood of cloth.](https://nabville.deviantart.com/art/Squirming-in-a-Sweater-Button-Sack-731072609)
“*Mmmmmph!*” Taylor’s muffled voice cried out from within her new sweater prison as she fell to the ground, helpless.
Mitch and Devan looked down upon the wiggling mass that now contained the “brightest witch of the age” and admired their work. With a simple transformation spell, Taylor now was covered from head to toe in her own navy blue sweater and sealed inside with the help of 20 tiny blue buttons that were fastened from her waist to the very top of her head. As an added bonus, Taylor’s hard, perky nipples still pressed up against the fabric of the sweater, bouncing vivaciously as she squirmed to free herself.
Mitch had essentially turned her sweater into a kidnapping sack.
Taylor tried to argue with her captors, but it was difficult to make out a perceivable word through the placket of buttons that covered her face.
“*Mmmmph! Mmmm mmmff mmm!*” she gave them a lashing.
“Tell us more,” Mitch laughed.
“*Mmphk mmmou!*”
“Okay, I’ll deal with the girl. You go grab her wand,” Mitch instructed his partner as he flicked his wand. Taylor’s wiggling body slowly levitated into the air, making her much easier to transport.
“*Accio wand,*” Devan commanded, and Taylor’s wand found its way from the grass to his hand.
“Alright, let’s get out of here before somebody finds us. Come on.”
“*Mmmmm! Mmmmm!*” Taylor disagreed.
But it didn’t matter as the Devaders took both the young girl and her wand away to their hideout.
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — —
Evan hadn’t seen Taylor all day. He remembered her saying that she was going to venture off to the outskirts of the grounds for some peace and quiet, but that was hours ago. It was unlike responsible Taylor to disappear without a word or update for this long.
He was getting worried.
Luckily, he had recently learned a tracking spell in class. As long as he knew what he wanted to find, he was pretty sure he could find it, including the girl he secretly loved.
Evan extracted his ebony wand from his back pocket and muttered the spell, “*Traikendo Taylor.*”
A small blue light spilled out of the tip of Evan’s wand and formed an arrow that pointed toward the southwest.
All he’d have to do is follow this, and hopefully Taylor would be on the other side.
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — —
If Evan had realized how far he’d have to walk, he would’ve traveled by broomstick. Even after more than an hour of trekking, he hadn’t found Taylor.
The boy continued to follow the arrow pointing from his wand. It wasn’t until he approached the mouth of a cave carved into the side of the ground that the arrow at the end of the wand turned green, alerting him that he had arrived.
But where was Taylor? He didn’t see her anywhere.
“Taylor!” Evan shouted, but there was no response.
He walked closer toward the mouth of the cave. Could she possibly be in there?
“*Lumos*,” Evan commanded the end of his wand to ignite with light, and he walked inside.
To his surprise, he only needed the light from his wand until he rounded the first corner. Although the space appeared virtually empty, there were floating candles lighting the rest of the way forward.
“Taylor?” Evan spoke.
Nothing. So he continued deeper.
Finally, after five minutes of traveling down into the cave, he reached a dead end alcove that appeared to be where whoever lived here often stayed. There two were beds, clothes and some food. It was a cave-hidden living room
“Taylor?” Evan asked once more.
He immediately heard a dull thud, followed by a muffled grunt that wasn’t too far away.
“Taylor!” Evan called out, louder this time.
“*Mmmmph!*” was the response, followed by more thuds.
“Keep making noise! I’ll find you!”
Evan looked around the room, frantically searching for any sign of Taylor. But he saw nothing. No movement. No anything.
And then his eyes landed on a large trunk at the end of one of the beds. The trunk had an iron padlock on the front. Was she locked inside?
“Taylor, are you in the trunk?”
She responded with another grunt and a thud. When the thud resounded, the lid of the locked trunk moved ever so slightly. Taylor was definitely in there, and she was kicking at the lid to get free.
“Okay! I’m coming!”
Evan ran over to the trunk and gave the padlock a flick, “*Alohomora!*”
The lock twitched a bit, and then it came undone.
“*Mmmm!*” Taylor continued to kick from within the trunk.
“Almost there,” Evan pulled the lock away and flipped the latch. He hastily propped the trunk lid open, but was caught off guard by what he saw inside.
Sitting up in the trunk, Taylor was wrapped from head to toe in what appeared to be the navy blue sweater she had been wearing earlier. This version, though, had been modified – most likely by magic – to be a sack-like garment with twenty tiny buttons that fastened her inside.
Evan also couldn’t ignore the way her nipples pressed against the fabric of her sweater prison. That hadn’t been like that when he saw her earlier. Her captors must’ve stolen her clothes before buttoning her into her transfigured sweater.
“*Mmmph! Mmevan, melp mme!*” Taylor wiggled as her bare breasts bounced up and down.
“Hold on, I’ll get you out,” Evan replied. He flicked his wand, and slowly, the buttons on the sweater began to unfasten themselves.
“*Mmmph!*” Taylor moaned as she found the mouth of the unbuttoned sweater with her hands. She pulled at the sack and took a big breath of fresh air as she freed her head from the confines of the fabric. “Evan!” she exclaimed.
Evan bent down and wrapped his arms around Taylor comfortingly. “So what happened? Did your sweater get too big in the wash or something?” he joked as he pulled back to take a look at her.
He tried not to stare too long, but Evan realized that in his haste, he had accidentally unfastened a few too many buttons on the sweater. Now that the garment no longer covered Taylor’s head and rested down on her shoulders, her cleavage was fully exposed through the unfastened placket.
Then there was the matter of Taylor’s bare breasts that infringed dangerously on the border of the opening. If he looked hard enough, Evan could even see the edge of Taylor’s right areola peaking out of the sweater’s unbuttoned mouth. He blushed just a little.
“Something like that,” Taylor grinned with relief. She was so glad Evan was here. “Two Devaders ambushed me while I was out. They stole my wand and cursed my sweater to bag me. So how did you find me?”
“You’d be proud,” Evan smiled. “I used a tracker charm, and it worked like a…well…like a charm. So where are the Devaders now?”
“They stepped out for a moment after locking me in this trunk. They’ll be back soon, so we need to hurry.”
“Okay, where’s your wand?”
“Over there,” Taylor nodded to the other side of the room since her hands were still tucked inside her overgrown sweater.
Evan ran to grab the wand and returned, “Now what?”
“We need to break the curse on my sweater.”
“Are you sure? You kind of look cute all bundled into that sweater.”
“I’m sure,” Taylor grinned bashfully. “Repeat after me: *sweitre enbaggus retornio.*”
“*Sweitre enbaggus retornio*,” Evan recited with his wand pointed at Taylor.
At first, nothing happened. There was no spark from his wand. There was no fanfare. There was nothing.
But once several seconds had passed, the sack began to morph and shift back into the sweater the girl had been wearing earlier.
“Okay, now I need a pair of pants,” Taylor admitted once her sweater was back to normal.
And she was right. She was unclothed from the waist down, except for a pair of white underwear that Evan swore he could see through just a bit.
Quickly, he searched around and found a pair of cargo pants that most likely belonged to one of the Devaders. They weren’t stylish, but they would do.
After Taylor had pulled the pants on, Evan helped her step out of the trunk.
Now there was just one thing left to take care of: Taylor’s perky nipples were still pressing hard against her sweater, which sent all sorts of sensations spiraling through Evan’s body.
“Okay. Let’s get out of here,” Taylor said as she took her wand from Evan and slipped it into her back pocket.
“Wait, what about a…” he couldn’t bring himself to utter the words “bra” to a braless woman that he happened to be in love with.
“A what?”
“Never mind,” Evan tried to hide his red cheeks. If Taylor wasn’t concerned about it, he didn’t mind having the opportunity to gawk at her nipples a bit longer. They looked cute on her, after all. “Let’s go.”
Together, the two students exited the cave and made their way back toward the safe haven that was Hogwarts.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8tixr5/the_notsosweeter_side_of_magic_a_postharry_potter
Beginning is nice enough, does this continue?