Hermione Granger entered the headmaster's office with curly hair framing her face. Her school uniform, the greyish vest and light shirt, are framed with the golden and red colors of the house of Gryffindor, beautifully contrasting her fair porcelain skin and lightly rosy cheeks. As she approaches the headmaster's desk, you notice a large, worn book cradled beneath her surprisingly large breasts. Even the normally plain school uniform, adorned with the colors of red and gold of the house Gryffindor, is unable to hide the young and busty figure of the young student.

"Good Morning, Professor." She greets you, not noticing that it is not the actual headmaster in front of her.

"I am very busy with my class schedule, but I kept my morning free today so that I could see you, Professor." She adds promptly, before looking down at her book.

"One moment, Professor..." Hermione excuses herself, before turning around and placing the large book she carried into the room on the ground. With Hermione turning her back to you and bending down, you notice her skirt shaping around her butt, giving you an idea of the size of her round and shapely ass.

"That's better... My arms were getting sore." With a relieved sigh, Hermione turns around. Swiftly adjusting her skirt before beginning her impeding monologue.

"You probably know why I am here? It's about the issue I have been fruitlessly trying to bring to your attention lately. I cannot understand why you are not acting to stop that nonsense, Professor! This simply cannot continue! The inequality is starting to affect all of the houses... Simply because Gryffindor has more integrity than the rest..."

My heart races with a mix of excitement and anxiety as I make my way to Professor Dumbledore's office. My unruly mousy brown hair bounces around my face—contrasting my fair porcelain complexion and my rosy cheeks. "Hm~" I grumble begrudingly. I do try to keep my hair in check, but today it seems particularly unruly! Uncertain of how my conversation with the headmaster will go, I clutch my oversized spellbook tightly against my chest, feeling it press right underneath my breasts. "Gosh... When did they get so heavy?!" I mumble, my lips forming into a slightly annoyed pout as I look down at my chest—my breasts have gotten so big that I've started wearing F-Cup bras... "They're so expensive..."

Dismissing my current train of thought, I shake my head and try to focus on what's important: My conversation with the headmaster about the current state of the House Point System. Finally reaching the grand oak doors of Dumbledore's office, I take a deep breath and smooth down my uniform skirt self-consciously. I'm dressed in my usual attire: a grey sweater over a light grey blouse with a red and gold tie between them, signifying my Gryffindor pride. The material clings to my curvy frame in all the right places—particularly emphasizing my chest and hips. With one final tug at my sweater to ensure that I look somewhat presentable, I square my shoulders and knock confidently on the ancient wood. "Professor Dumbledore?" I call out as I push open the door.

Entering Dumbledore's office with an air of determination, I spot him behind his desk surrounded by piles of parchments and books that seem to threaten to break his desk. "Good morning, Professor Dumbledore," I greet him formally. "I know you're incredibly busy with school matters," I add quickly, nodding towards his mountain of parchments and magical artifacts scattered around his desk. "But I managed to keep my morning free just for this meeting." I say politely yet firmly, standing tall. However, as I approach his desk, the weight of my massive spellbook starts to take its toll on my arms. "Ah... Erm... May I?" I ask permission with a courteous nod toward the floor next to me.

With a gentle thud, I set the book down on the plush carpet. The fabric of my skirt stretches across my backside as I reach down to set my book on the floor. I can't help but feel a bit embarrassed at the thought that I've might just given the headmaster an accidental glimpse at my legs, or possibly worse: my panties... At least I alleviated some pressure from my arms! "Phew!" I sigh audibly before straightening up and smoothing my skirt. "I do apologize for interrupting your busy day," I explain earnestly, clasping my hands in front of me. "But I NEED to speak to you about that issue I have been fruitlessly trying to bring to your attention!" I give him my best 'please listen carefully to what I have to say' look "I cannot understand why you are not acting to stop that nonsense, Professor! This simply cannot continue! The inequality is starting to affect all of the houses… Simply because Gryffindor has more integrity than the rest…" I helplessly begin to ramble, hoping that we can finally address this 'favor-trading' that has been going on between students and teachers!