Hogwarts OverExposed - Salazar's Return

HOGWARTS OVEREXPOSED - SALAZAR'S RETURN

They waited impatiently for the smoke to clear and the American delegation to exit the log cabin. But as the smoke dissipated, it was apparent that the log cabin was no longer present; a full size replica of the United States White House had replaced it.

"Impressive," Tyler said, biting his lips and nodding his head.

"Will you hurry up?" Emily cried, trying to cross her legs without losing her balance.

Finally, the doors opened and the American group proceeded down the steps and then across the lawn toward the waiting Hogwarts students.

"Oh! No!" Emily cried, as the group neared.

"Emily, please tell me you didn't have an accident. Not now, of all times," Kim entreated as she turned toward her best friend.

Chapter Twelve

Follow the Money Trail

"I'm okay, at least thus far," Emily exclaimed, "but don't worry about me. Look at the American team."

"What about the American team?" Kim turned her attention to the advancing group. "Oh my god, they all look like they're parading about in their underwear," Kim exclaimed aghast. "Plus, their robes look more like capes. Are they all dressed to look like Superman and Wonder Woman for Halloween?"

"Their attire is outlandish," Emily agreed, "but that's not what I'm referring to. Look at the boy in the last pairing; the one walking beside the nice-looking blonde."

Kim looked in the direction Emily had indicated and then froze. The boy and girl appeared to be very embarrassed by their garb, but at the same time were talking and pointing animatedly at the castle, obviously extremely impressed with Hogwarts. Kim immediately recognized the boy; they had become good friends on the cruise.

"It's Brian," Kim said in a stunned voice, as the American group passed. "He's a wizard!"

Kim and Emily filed back up the steps with the other Hogwarts students and then, for Emily's sake, made a hurried pit stop in the nearest girls' bathroom before entering the Great Hall and sitting down for the Halloween Feast. The students from Salem had chosen seats at the Hufflepuff table. They all sat discomfitly looking around the Great Hall with overwhelmed expressions on their faces.

The Great Hall, as usual, was decorated festively for Halloween. Pumpkins hanging in mid air illuminated the hall as thousands of live bats fluttered about. Occasionally the bats swooped over the tables in low black clouds.

"Why is Filch adding three chairs to the staff table?" Kim wondered aloud.

"Not sure," answered Emily. "One might be for that paunchy person that accompanied the American team. I can't imagine whom the other two are for."

Once the students had all settled down at the House tables, the staff entered and filled the top table. Kim's question concerning the extra chairs was soon answered. Snape entered follow by Percy Weasley, the American chaperone and ...a third person that appeared to be neither a man nor a woman.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and guests," said Snape. "I hope your stay with us will be most enjoyable. The contest will officially open at the end of tonight's feast. Now, please, eat, drink, and make yourselves comfortable"

"I wonder how far we're allowed to go in regards to making ourselves comfortable?" Emily asked with a laugh.

"Not as far as you'd like," Kim said as the plates in front of them filled with food. The house elves in the kitchen had once again outdone themselves; there was a much larger than normal variety of dishes to select from.

"I can't get over the fact that Brian is a wizard," Kim exclaimed.

"I can't get over the getup that he and the others are wearing," Emily said. "That can't possibly be their school uniform. It must be a special costume for the events, but who would pick such awful outfits?"

"Maybe that person sitting to the left of Professor Snape," Kim suggested. "Is that a very feminine man or an extremely homely woman?"

Emily shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not sure which would be worse."

As they ate, most of the students seemed to be nervous and constantly watching the staff table with anticipation.

"Is it just me or is this feast taking a great deal longer than usual?" Caitlin asked as she played with her food.

"I think everyone is eager for the selection of the team to take place," Jamie answered. "Look! Filch is bringing in the goblet. It shouldn't be much longer."

"What qualities do you imagine the goblet will be looking for?" Caitlin asked. "I would imagine that seventh years would have a much better chance of being selected."

"Not necessarily," Jamie said. "A team needs members with varying talents and abilities."

Finally the golden plates returned to their original spotless state and Snape stood up. Tension seemed to fill the hall. "The time has come to select the Hogwarts team, but before we do, a few introductions and some explanations are in order," said the Headmaster.

"Let me introduce our guests seated at the staff table: Mr. Percy Weasley, interim Minister of Magic" - there was polite applause - "Mr. Bud Ryan, coach for the American team" - again a polite response - "and Mr. Rishard Simone, Facilitator of Games from the International Committee of Magical Games and Sports."

"Does that answer your question?" Emily whispered to Kim. "It's a guy. A very short guy with a dyed blonde, curly Afro, fake bronze tan, tight short shorts and shaved legs."

There was a louder applause for Mr. Simone than for the others, but there was also a spattering of inappropriate wolf whistles. Headmaster Snape gave the students a stern look, but it was not close to the severity with which Percy Weasley was looking at him. Obviously Percy had not appreciated being introduced as the temporary Minister of Magic.

"If that big guy is the American coach, who is the Hogwarts' coach?" Caitlin asked.

Jamie just shrugged her shoulders and put her finger to her mouth, indicating for Caitlin not to talk.

"The teams will be challenged by three tasks, spaced throughout the school year," Snape announced. "These tests will involve daring, deduction, magical prowess, danger, but most importantly they will test your ability to cooperate and function as a team.

"Now, then, before we select the team to represent Hogwarts, I would like to introduce the students from The Salem Witches' Institute representing the United States. When your name is announced, please come up to the top of the Hall and enter the chamber behind the staff table."

Headmaster Snape produced a sheet of paper from his pocket and started reading names. As he announced each person's name the student rose from his or her seat and proceeded toward the staff table and then the chamber. The Hogwarts students seemed to be paying little attention to the introductions; instead they were attentively staring at the American's in their revealing uniforms.

"How can they breathe in those outfits?" Amanda remarked. "They almost look sprayed on."

"It would be better if they were," Jamie remarked. "At least then they could move freely about. They all seem extremely self-conscience and embraced. That poor girl's uniform appears much too small for her," Jamie said, indicating a girl walking toward them.

"Oh my!" Amanda cried. "She has a severe camel toe."

"A what?" Caitlin whispered questioningly.

"When clothing is so tight in the crotch area that the shape of the vagina is unmistakable, it's sometimes referred to as a camel toe," Jamie enlightened her.

"What's it called for guys?" Caitlin asked, staring fixedly as a boy about her age neared them. "Oh my god! That's Brian from the cruise. I wonder if Kim and Emily have seen him?"

When Caitlin looked toward the Slytherin table, it was evident by their frantic waving and pointing that the girls had indeed noticed Brian.

After the two reserves for Salem were announced and had entered the chamber, Snape surveyed the hall. "Now it is time for the goblet to make its decision. The first six names selected will be the team starters. The last two names will be the alternates.

"As your names are announced, please go through into the next chamber and wait with our American friends."

Snape took out his wand and gave a sweeping wave, plunging the room into a state of semidarkness. All the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished.

Everyone watched and waited breathlessly. The Goblet of Fire was now everyone's focal point, shining brightly with its sparkling bright, blue-white flames. Suddenly the flames inside the goblet turned red. Sparks began to fly and then a charred piece of parchment shot into the air. The entire room gasped as Snape caught the piece of parchment.

"The first team member for Hogwarts is from Gryffindor. Jamie Zacherley, please come forward," he announced.

"No shocker there!" Shouted Amanda happily, as she embraced her best friend. Jamie rose from the table to a thunder of applause; she walked hurriedly to the front of the hall, a pink glowing smile on her face. Jamie walked along the staff table and then entered the door into the next chamber.

"I knew she'd make the team," Emily said proudly. "I'd love to be on it with her."

"I'm sure you'll make it," Kim said encouragingly.

As the clapping subsided, everyone again focused on the goblet, which once more turned red and shot out a second piece of parchment.

"The next member is from Hufflepuff," said Snape, "Jeffrey MacDowell."

At first Jeff remained seated as if not believing his ears. Then after prodding from his mates, he jumped to his feet and practically ran to the front of the hall.

"Do you know him? What year is he in?" Caitlin inquired of Amanda.

"He's a fifth year," Amanda answered. "I don't know him that well, but he seems like an okay sort."

"Our third competitor is from Gryffindor, Caitlin Potter," Snape announced.

"Me!" Caitlin exclaimed. "I don't have an athletic bone in my body."

"Evidently the goblet thinks you can help out the team," Amanda said, beaming and giving Caitlin a quick hug.

"Caitlin and Jamie are both on the team," Hermione said clutching Harry's hand tightly. "They're going to be thrilled when they find out that you're coaching the Hogwarts team."

"I'm worried about Emily," Harry said looking out over the hall. "With Jamie and Caitlin on the team, I'm afraid she'll be dreadfully disappointed if she doesn't make it."

Hermione nodded her head in agreement.

"Donald Thomas from Ravenclaw is next to join the team," Severus declared.

"I bet no one from Slytherin will even make the team," Kim declared. "Our house isn't exactly known for support and teamwork."

"Didn't the Headmaster say that each house would be represented? Emily asked.

Before Kim could respond, a tongue of flame shot into the air and another piece of parchment fluttered out.

"From Slytherin House, Kim Thatcher," Snape declared.

Emily hugged Kim as the Slytherin table burst into applause.

"That goblet has got to be crazy," Kim said as she dizzily got to her feet and staggered toward the head table.

The clapping hadn't yet died down when the sixth piece of parchment shot out of the goblet.

"The final member of the Hogwarts starting team is..." Headmaster Snape paused, as if not believing his eyes. "From Slytherin House, Dick Bancroft?"

At first the hall was quiet. Even the Slytherins seemed shocked by the selection of Bancroft. Finally as Dick got smugly to his feet, the Slytherins burst into cheers. The other houses gave a short polite spattering of applause.

"The next two names out of the goblet will be the team reserves," Snape announced. "Should, during any event, a starter be physically unable to compete one of the reserves will take their place."

"The first reserve," Snape said, grabbing the bit of parchment from the air, "is Nora Jordan from Ravenclaw." Immediately another fragment shot into the air. "The second alternate is Lee Wilson from Hufflepuff."

"How does Emily look to you?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"It's hard to say," Harry answered, trying to conceal his own concern. "It must to be terribly disappointing for her not to have made the team when her best friend and sisters all did."

* * * * * *

Jamie quietly opened the door and stepped into a smaller room, lined with paintings of witches and wizards, many of who smiled happily and gave her encouraging gestures.

On the opposite side of the room, the American team was grouped around a fireplace in which a handsome blaze was roaring. They were occupied in conversation and didn't seem to spot her enter the room. Jamie remained near the door transfixed. The firelight had the effect of making the costumes worn by the Americans seem almost translucent.

It seemed like only moments before Jeffrey MacDowell, bursting excitedly into the room, broke her trance.

"Everyone knew you'd be selected," he said breathlessly to Jamie, "but I never dreamed I'd make the team."

"Obviously, the goblet has more faith in you than you do in yourself," Jamie said, embracing Jeff in an sincere hug. "I'm sure you'll do fine."

"Maybe!" Jeff said. "Just so I don't have to wear a costume like theirs. Did you notice the bottom part is actually a thong?"

"It is!?" Jamie said shocked. She hadn't actually noticed due to the capes draping that area of the body. Jamie now tried to get a better look at the attire being worn by the American's without actually staring blatantly at any of the students.

The costumes were unisex and appeared to share the qualities of a muscle shirt and a thong in one extremely tight and body molding piece. It was a garment she would more expect to find on the French Rivera than in a wizard school competition.

"I wonder how the girls manage to keep their breasts from popping out the sides of those tops," she said matter-of-factly.

Jeff blushed. "I was wondering the same thing," he said eagerly, his eyes coming to rest optimistically on Jamie's full chest.

The door opened and Caitlin hesitantly walked into the chamber. Jamie rushed to the door and embraced her tightly. "This is great," she said enthusiastically. "We're going to be on the team together!"

When Jeff burst into the room, it had attracted Brian's attention. Since then, he had been staring fixedly at Jamie. He couldn't get over how much this girl looked like Kim's older friend from the cruise. When Caitlin entered the room, he broke from his team and hurried over to the forming Hogwarts group.

"You're witches," he shouted excitedly. "Are Kim and Emily, too?"

"We all are!" Caitlin responded, embracing Brian. "Does this mean Jeff and Mark are?"

"No," Brian said, shaking his head. "I wish they were. They're good friends and I hate constantly lying to them."

As they talked, Donald Thomas entered the room. Jeff clasped his hand firmly and Jamie and Caitlin both gave him a hug.

"I better get back to my group," Brian said, feeling incongruous. "It's great seeing you guys. Tell Kim and Emily I said, hi! After they're done with us here tonight, maybe we can make arrangements to get together."

Brian had just turned to return to the American contingent when Kim wandered through the door. She still seemed to be in shock over being selected, but when she saw Brian; her face broke into a huge grin.

Brian ran to her and literally lifted her off her feet, swinging her in a circle. Kim's face turned bright red as he finally returned her to the ground.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were a witch?" Brian asked.

"For the same reason you didn't say you were a wizard," Kim replied. "That does, however, explain how you knew that someone had to be magical to become a ghost."

"I did let that slip, didn't I?" Brian said guiltily. "It's marvelous seeing you again."

"Bancroft! What are you doing back here?" Jeff barked, as Dick Bancroft barged through the door. "Only team members are allowed in here."

"That's me people," Dick crowed smugly. "I'm the sixth member of the team."

As Brian ran off to rejoin his squad, the Hogwarts group all exchanged bewildered looks. Certainly there had been some sort of horrible mistake. No one less personified the term 'Team Spirit" than Dick Bancroft.

After Nora and Lee joined the group, they all waited nervously to receive further instructions. As Caitlin waited, her eyes kept returning to Bancroft. How could the Hogwarts team possibly win when it seemed an albatross had just been added to the group?

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the door behind them opened and a small group of people came in: Professor Snape, followed closely by Minister Weasley, Mr. Simone, Coach Ryan and Professor Potter.

"I'm sorry that I didn't get to address you in The Great Hall," Minister Weasley said, staring daggers at Professor Snape. "I had a great deal of inspirational advice I wanted to impart to you and the students of Hogwarts. But since I was deprived of that opportunity, I will only say that I hope both teams will find this experience both satisfying and rewarding. It is not important which team ultimately wins the competition. What is significant is that you all learn the importance of cooperating and working together." Once again he gave Snape a chilly, trenchant stare. "Good luck to you all."

Without a further word, he turned and departed the room.

"Well, that was certainly rude," Rishard huffed in a high voice. "He didn't even take my hand in parting."

"I apologize," Snape said. "I'm sure he thinks he has something more important to do. Now then before we get started, I'd like to introduce Professor Harry Potter to our guests. Professor Potter has agreed to coach the Hogwarts team."

With the exception of Dick Bancroft, the Hogwarts team all clapped appreciatively. Jamie, Caitlin and Kim jumped up and down and exchanged excited hugs.

Mr. Simone, smiled broadly as his eyes stroked Harry. "Wonderful," he said, a pleasant flutter in his voice. "I was hoping I'd get the opportunity to know you better."

"Mr. Simone will be running combined training sessions for the teams and also acting as impartial judge and facilitator for the events," Professor Snape explained. "Mr. Simone, would you care to elucidate further?"

"Thank you, Severus," Rishard said in a come hither voice. "I must say that both schools have assembled lovely teams. I look forward to working closely with all of you."

"If he tries to work closely with me, he'll end up with a mouth full of knuckles," Dick Bancroft grunted softly.

"This is the fifth event such as this that I have conducted for the International Committee of Magical Games and Sports. I'm proud to say that all thus far have been fabulous successes and I'm positive this one will be no different."

Simone placed his hands on his hips. "The players from Salem might be deemed to have an advantage because they have competed against the other U.S. teams, but I assure you that these games will be quite different. They will require cooperation, teamwork and trust unlike any you have ever experienced. Remember, there is no 'I' in team. Individual abilities will not win an event. A challenge is not complete until every member of the team is across the finish line.

"The next two weekends we will spend getting to know each other intimately and learning to fully trust our teammates. The actual tasks will be spread throughout the school year. You will not be given a date or time in advance. The task could be any day of the week between seven in the morning and seven at night. Unless there are questions, I believe that is all I have to say."

Snape was on the verge of dismissing the students when Simone suddenly stopped him.

"Oh! My goodness! Silly me!" Rishard squealed. "I forgot the most important thing. I've noticed that the students from Hogwarts have been eyeing enviously the stunning team uniforms that the group from Salem is wearing. The International Committee of Magical Games and Sports had the magnificent House of Gayee in France create them just for these events."

"Fear not! I have uniforms for you, also," Simone said in an excited giggly voice as he waved his hands about gaily. "The only difference is that yours are in green, red, yellow and blue. Oh! Yes! A new rule stipulation is that you must wear nothing more than the team uniform during participation hours commencing tomorrow and continuing until the presentation of the trophies in June. Don't worry about size. One size fits all."

Caitlin looked down at herself and then glanced at Jamie. How could the same uniform possibly fit them both?

"If that fruitcake thinks I'm wearing one of those, he's bonkers," Bancroft bellowed. "I quit. One of the alternates can have my starting spot."

"Mr. Bancroft," said Headmaster Snape, putting his arm around Dick's shoulder. "For the first time in seven years, I believe you and I agree about something. Those uniforms are ludicrous and debasing. The designer should be tortured and the committee that approved their use by students cursed. Unfortunately, we must follow the rules, and they state clearly that those people whose names came out of the Goblet of Fire are bound to compete and follow all tournament requirements. You will be competing and you will be wearing that travesty of a uniform for the remainder of the year. I'm sure the rest of the school will be as distressed to see you in that get up as you will be to be seen in it. Learn to live with it."

* * * * * *

"Will you girls please calm down," Hermione pleaded. "I saw the competition suits the Americans had on and I agree that they are awful, but I'm not sure what, if anything, we can do at this point. Why don't you go put them on so we can get an idea of just how dreadful they are?"

Jamie, Caitlin and Kim reluctantly grabbed their competition uniforms and headed for the bedroom.

"I don't see the problem," Emily said in an angry voice. "I'd give anything to be a part of that team. What's the big deal about their butt checks showing or the sides of their boobs? I thought we were all nudists? How can a camel toe embarrass you when you're willing to walk around with your twat fully exposed? I'd gladly partake nude if it meant being on the school team."

"Emily, please use correct terminology," Hermione said, a tone of frustration in her voice. "Jamie and I have both tried to explain this to you countless times before, but evidently to no avail."

"That's because my sister is an exhibitionist," Jamie said, as she returned to the room.

"Oh! My!" Hermione said as she gawked at Jamie. "That certainly leaves little to the imagination. Turn around and let me see it from all angles."

The uniform without a doubt reminded Hermione of a cut-off muscle shirt being attached by strings to a thong. The shirt part was colored stripes of green, blue and red, while the thong was yellow. The shirt only covered the chest ending just below the breasts. Actually in Jamie's case it barely covered the chest. Her nipples were only just covered by the edge of the fabric and the sides of her breasts were fairly visible. In the back, two strings attached to the top at either side forming a V, the bottom point of which was just above her bum. At that point they became a single string that disappeared between her cheeks. From the back, Jamie looked like she was completely bottomless. Two strings also attached to the edge of the top at either side in the front. These strings met just above Jamie's vagina where they attached to a triangle of yellow cloth that scarcely covered that area before disappearing between her legs.

Hermione shook her head in disbelief. If Jamie had pubic hair, it would all be visible. She had seen the American uniforms, but not this close. She hadn't realized how revealing they really were.

"I can't believe that they expect you to practically live in these outfits for the next eight months. Going about normal activity would seem unfeasible, competing totally impossible. The boys' uniform is exactly the same?" she questioned. No way in hell could Harry, even in a flaccid state, ever conceal his package behind that little triangle; and what if he got aroused? The very thought was enough to increase her heartbeat.

"According to Brian, it's impossible to get through a contest without popping out several times." Kim added, as she and Caitlin entered the room. "He says that the girls' breasts are out more than they are covered. On one occasion, they were practicing making a human ladder and Debby's costume shifted to one side exposing her entire vagina. She was in the middle of the ladder and couldn't do anything about it for nearly ten minutes."

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand the problem," Emily said in frustration. "They are just body parts. We just got off a cruise where hundreds of people saw us nude. Jamie, Caitlin and I wouldn't have a problem with walking to the library right now totally naked. So, why is it a predicament to have a camel toe or a tit pop out while wearing some stupid costume?"

"Jamie's right," Caitlin said tentatively. "I love you, Emily. Please don't hate me for saying this, but you're different from us. We're all nudists, but I think you are an exhibitionist. We love being nude because we feel free and comfortable that way. I don't do it to excite or titillate anyone." Caitlin bit her lip. "I think sometimes that you like people seeing you naked; that it gives you some kind of thrill."

"Do you feel that way, too?" Emily asked, staring angrily at Kim.

"Sometimes you do go to extremes," Kim answered warily.

"So you all think I'm a tart," Emily cried. "In that case, why am I sitting here hiding my nudity? Why don't I just go display myself to the whole world?"

Emily jumped from the chair, angry tears running down her face, and ran toward the door before anyone could react. She threw open the door and ran naked out of the Potters' quarters.

"Oh! No! I bet she's headed for the library," Hermione screamed, running to the door.

"Would anyone like to explain to me what's going on?" Harry asked, as he walked through the door, a kicking and screaming Emily tossed over his shoulder. Once inside, Emily wiggled free and ran to her room, slamming the door behind her.

"She got upset when we told her she was an exhibitionist," Jamie admitted.

"Sometimes, the truth isn't the easiest thing to accept," Harry said, looking toward the closed door. "Let's give her some time alone to think."

"Fine Harry, but while she's thinking, what are we going to do about these scandalous outfits?" Hermione asked. "Some pervert must have designed them. The girls can't possibly compete in them. Just watch. Girls, do some toe touches."

At first the girls exchanged questioning looks, but then did as Hermione had requested. By the time they reached just five repetitions, all three girls had at least one breast exposed. Both of Jamie's had burst out in the open as soon as she moved.

"See what I mean?" Hermione said. "And that's not the only problem. Look how the material rides into the cleft of their vaginas. These outfits weren't designed with comfort or mobility in mind; they were designed to be sexually provocative."

"I agree," Harry said, shaking his head in disgust. "But try telling that to Rishard. He seems to feel that they are a perfect design. Can you believe that he even tried to persuade Bud Ryan and I to wear similar outfits to coach? The problem is that these games have been so successful thus far that no one seems willing to go up against him. Beauxbatons and Durmstrang competed last year and had only positive things to say about the way he ran the competition. There was not one negative comment, not even concerning the uniforms."

"Well I have a few negative comments," Hermione snarled. "In which guest room is this Rishard person staying?"

"He's in the Green room, but it won't do you any good," Harry warned.

"We'll see about that!" Hermione said, storming out of the door.

* * * * * *

Hermione's knuckles had barely touched the door when a voice called out sweetly. "Do come in Professor Granger, I've been expecting you."

Hermione opened the door, but as she walked inside, the sight of a man doing sit-ups naked, momentarily took her aback.

"I hope you don't mind, but I prefer to do my exercising in the nude," Rishard said in his high whiny voice.

"Not at all." Hermione answered indifferently as Rishard continued his sit-ups. "I favor exercising in the buff, myself. How did you know it was me on the other side of the door?" she asked.

"Reputation and your husband," Rishard answered demurely "He made it rather clear that you would most likely want to talk to me concerning the uniforms for the games. I'm surprised by your concern. I was under the impression that your entire family were nudists."

"As I was trying to explain to my younger daughter, there is an immense difference between being a nudist and using your body to be sexually titillating."

"And you find the uniforms to be sexy?" he asked.

"I find the uniforms to be disgusting," she declared. "This is a school, not a strip club. There is absolute no way the participants can take part in any physical competition without exposing themselves.

"I certainly hope not," Rishard answered, a self-satisfied tone to his voice.

Hermione just stared at him in disbelief. She found this man totally despicable.

Rishard finished exercising, but didn't bother putting his robes back on. Instead he stood leaning against the doorframe, one hand on his hip, studying Hermione. "I've been told that you are the smartest witch of our time. It's disappointing that you haven't figured this all out on your own. Why do you think these games are being held?"

"To promote closer unity and understanding between witches and wizards of different countries," Hermione affirmed.

Rishard shook his head as he laughed. "Possibly that might have been one of the original intentions, but now if it occurs, it's just a pleasant by-product. The first games I had a part in were held in Australia against New Zealand. A great deal of money and effort went into preparing for them. It had been hoped that the sale of tickets, food and souvenirs would recoup those expenses. Sadly there was not a great deal of interest in the first two rounds and it looked like we would incur a financial disaster. Then halfway through the second event, there was a slight accident." Rishard smiled.

"A lovely young girl with extremely pleasant knobs fell out of a tree. Fortunately she was physically unharmed but seventy-five percent of her uniform remained attached to a tree branch. Instead of concealing herself behind the tree trunk and waiting for assistance, the young lady panicked and ran to get something with which to cover herself. She had to run approximately a quarter-mile, in full view of the spectators. In the process, she lost what was left of her uniform."

Mr. Simone smiled at Hermione. "For the final event, there was not a single empty seat in the stadium. We sold out of food, cameras, Omnioculars, practically everything. The overall competition didn't make any money, but we broke even. Unfortunately, however, there were no uniform malfunctions that day.

Hermione glared at Simone. "Are you telling me that these outfits were purposely designed so that the participants would be constantly exposing themselves? This is all about money?"

Rishard didn't answer; he simply gave her a toothy Gilderoy Lockhart smile.

"But these are children, certainly neither our Ministry nor the U.S. Magical Government can be supporting what almost amounts to child pornography," Hermione pleaded.

"Now, now, let's not exaggerate," Simone said calmly. "There are no sex acts. Why you, yourself have on numerous occasions voiced the opinion that there is nothing dirty or immoral about nudity. And contestants enter the game fully covered." He hesitated, and then laughed. "Perhaps minimally covered is more truthful. What is the harm in an occasional tit, penis or pussy popping out?" He laughed. "Why sometimes our competitors get so caught up in the competition of the games that they don't even trouble to tuck themselves back together properly.

"Wake up to the reality of the real world Professor," Simone advised. "Money speaks. These events now make a fortune and politicians from all the counties concerned want their share. Minister Wrong approached me. I didn't approach her."

"But what about the children?" she pleaded. "Certainly their parents can't approve."

"The voices of a few troubled parents are easily drowned out by the cheers of the boisterous supporting crowds. Besides, these aren't children, they are adolescents; in some cases, such as Miss Zacherley, almost adults. They're not being molested or physically harmed in any way," Rishard claimed. "Why, one might say they are simply being exposed to how much enjoyment their nubile bodies can bring to others."

"You are nothing but a filthy, sick pervert," Hermione screamed. "My girls will not be taking part in your sex show."

"Yes they will," Simone said, now sounding almost threateningly. "Have you forgotten that they've signed a magical contract?"

"Then, they'll wear robes over your hideous uniforms"

"I suggest you read the rules," he empathized. "They state quite clearly that commencing tomorrow and continuing until the presentation of trophies in June, the contenders will wear nothing more than the team uniform between the hours of 7:00 am and 7:00 pm. We're especially hopeful that Miss Zacherley spends an inordinate amount of time free of her cloth bindings."

Hermione stared at Simone. She didn't like to use the word hate, but it would be easy to learn to hate this man.

"Mister Simone, do you know what a hermaphrodite is?" she asked.

Rishard looked at her questioningly. "No, I'm afraid I don't"

"A hermaphrodite is a person born with both a vagina and a penis. Would you believe at this moment I wish I were one?"

He looked at her questioningly, trying to discern the abrupt change in the course of the conversation. "Why on earth would a woman as lovely as you want a penis?"

"So I could tell a deviate like you to suck my big hairy dick," she replied. Hermione turned and stormed out the door, slamming it behind her.

* * * * * *

Hermione hadn't spoken since returning to their quarters; she just sat shaking her head, a look of loathing on her face. Neither Harry nor the girls attempted to engage her in conversation. She rarely got in this type of mood, but they had all learned it was best to allow her to calm down before approaching her.

"I'd prefer to compete nude," Jamie said emphatically to the room in general as she stared at what she was going to be forced to wear "I'm not ashamed to be seen naked, but these costumes make me feel like a sex object and they're extremely uncomfortable."

"I agree," Caitlin said straight away. "It feels like someone is rubbing a rope between my legs. I vote for participating nude."

"I can't believe I'm agreeing," Kim said shyly. "Although I love being nude, I'm not quite ready to parade around in front of a crowd of clothed people, but on the other hand, I can't stand this stupid outfit. How can we possibly concentrate on the competition if we need to be constantly adjusting our uniform?" Kim took a deep breath. "If given a choice over this," she lifted the offending garment and looked at it, "or being nude. I'll go nude."

Harry just stared at the girls in disbelief. "I enjoy naturist recreation, but you girls are unbelievable. You'd all, in point of fact, be willing to participate totally nude with the entire school looking on?"

Jamie and Caitlin immediately nodded in the affirmative.

Kim hesitated. "It would be hard at first and I'd be extremely nervous and embarrassed," she said, "but if given the choice, I'd choose to be nude."

"You guys are incredible," Harry said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Just the thought of my being naked in front of the entire school is enough to make me cringe. But what you're suggesting is unfeasible. Even if Hermione and I were willing to go along with such an outrageous idea, the school would never, in a million years, approve. Plus, I doubt it would make Rishard the least bit unhappy. He'd probably be ecstatic."

Hermione had remained silent throughout Harry's discussion with the girls, but when she finally spoke, she instantaneously had everyone's undivided attention. "What if neither Rishard nor the school knows," she said.

"Hermione!" Harry cried, shock evident in his voice. "You're not suggesting the concealment charm are you?"

"It's a viable option," she said, a severe expression on her face. "It wouldn't solve the problems of the thong bottom exposing their butt cheeks or their breasts being partially visible from the side, but it would eliminate their breasts and vagina from being totally exposed by popping out of the costume."

"You're serious, aren't you?" Harry asked, completely flabbergasted by the suggestion. "You'd let the girls spend the remainder of the year attending classes totally nude."

"I didn't say I was fond of the idea, Harry, but our options are extremely limited. We can't let that bastard Rishard turn the girls into an erotic side show." Hermione pointed out. "You, yourself, said we have no possibility of getting the competition uniforms changed. And a magical contract can't be broken, so the girls must participate. If they actually wear these absurd costumes, they'll be flashing some part or other of their body every time they move. That at least won't happen with the charm."

"But what if someone touches them in a class, during a meal or in the common room?" asked Harry.

"They'll have to be extremely careful that doesn't happen or at least be sure the person doing the touching is someone that they don't mind seeing them nude."

"Hermione! What about the training and the actual competition?" Jamie asked, an uneasy feeling in her stomach. "Our teammates may need to touch us in some way and we may need to touch them."

Hermione nodded her head. "That's the one obvious imperfection with my idea. You'll all need to be willing to have your teammates see you nude."

"Dick Bancroft?" Caitlin said, in a disgusted tone of voice.

Jamie looked as if she were about to be sick.

"Do we really have any choice?" Kim asked.

"No, you don't!" Emily said. She had been standing, unobserved, and listening to the conversation. "You guys aren't like me, especially not you Kim. If my boobs popped out during Charms class, I'd most likely pretend I didn't realize it. You'd die of embarrassment. You're going to have enough problems dealing with your bum being on display for the next eight months. You'd never be able to handle anything else being exposed. You have to use the charm and hope that the guys on the team are mature enough to deal with you being nude."

"She's right," Kim agreed, hanging her head. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm using the charm."

"Me, too!" Jamie and Caitlin said in unison.

Harry just sat with a glazed look on his face, looking from girl to girl and then finally to Hermione. "I can't believe we're giving our blessing to this," he said in amazement.

"Me either," Hermione agreed. "It's not the best option, it's our only option. I still feel like that perverted bastard, Simone, is winning, but I can't see anyway to get the girls out of wearing his distorted creations. It seems like all we can do is prevent matters from getting worse."

Harry kept looking from girl to girl and shaking his head. He felt like he was letting them down.

"I'll contact the Headmaster and get his okay for you to all spend the night here," Hermione said. "Harry and I will help you apply the charms in the morning. Between now and Saturday, you should have a team meeting, so everyone knows what to expect. Perhaps Nora or some of the boys will want to follow suit."

Caitlin and Jamie exchanged glances. Somehow they couldn't picture any of the boys being eager to join them.

* * * * * *

"So that means that you'll be spending most of the next eight months nude," Alex said, trying to comprehend the total ramifications of this.

"Yeah, well except for my socks and trainers, of course" Jamie said. "Truth is, that with the exception of the Yule Ball, I don't see a reason that I'd be putting clothes on at all. I'll shower in the morning and then activate the charm. I'm required to look like I'm in that hideous costume till after dinner. It hardly seems worthwhile getting dressed at seven. I guess I'll just keep the charm on in the common room until I'm ready to go up to my dorm. Then I'll deactivate it."

Jamie thought about this and then said. "Maybe, I will need to get dressed. I don't think I want to spend every night looking like a tart in that attire. It's bad enough I have to look that way twelve hours a day."

"Jamie, why not just ask our housemates if they'd mind if you removed the spell while in the common room at night?" You're going to actually be nude, why not just remove the pretence of having something on?" Alex asked.

Jamie couldn't believe her ears. "You'd actually be okay with that? You wouldn't mind my being starkers in front of all the other guys?"

"My name isn't Matt," Alex declared. "I know what I have and I've no intentions of losing you by acting like some stupid jealous prat. You were a nudist long before we met and I'm assuming you desire to be one for the remainder of your life."

Jamie nodded her head yes. "I'm sure the majority of people wouldn't understand, but naturism means an awful lot to me."

"Not nearly as much as you mean to me," he said, taking her in his arms and kissing her.

"When are you going to tell the other members of the team about the decision the three of you have made?" Alex asked. "It would be quite a surprise if one of them grabbed your hand Saturday at practice and suddenly saw that you were nude."

"Kim, Caitlin and I discussed that with Hermione," Jamie said. "She suggested we meet with the other team members on Friday night and explain what we were doing. We're going to suggest to the others that they use the charm also."

"Maybe Nora will consider it, but I doubt any of the guys will. Most of us males have a hang-up about being nude, especially around other nude guys. If one naked guy glances at another he's automatically labeled as gay. You girls handle same-sex nudity much better than us." Alex thought for a while. "You know, even if you tell them on Friday night, it's still going to be rather distracting when they initially see you, whether it be Saturday or whenever."

"Yeah," Jamie said. Then she held her breath waiting for Alex's reaction to her next words. "That's why we decided to let them see us naked Friday night."

"We figured that we'd let each guy touch our hand in turn and check us out visually for a minute or two," she said. "That way it wouldn't be nearly as stimulating when they see us the next time."

Alex just smiled and gave Jamie a kiss on the cheek.

"What was that for?" she asked.

Alex laughed. "I sincerely doubt that seeing you naked for two minutes Friday night will cause anyone to not be stimulated the next time they see you nude. You opening one button of your blouse has the same effect on me as an Engorgement Charm and I've seen you nude since I was eleven."

"That's only because you're a sex fiend that constantly wants to ravage my body."

"Guilty as charged," Alex said with a laugh, but his face showed concern.

"Alex, is something wrong? Would you prefer I didn't let them see me naked Friday?" Jamie asked with concern.

"No, it's not that," Alex said, concern in his voice. "I think it's necessary they get past that initial surprise."

"Then what's bothering you?" Jamie asked.

"It's the touching, I don't like those guys getting to touch you," Alex answered.

"It's only my hand."

"I know. Actually it's not the other guys so much as that slime Bancroft," Alex admitted. "He tried to kill you during our fifth year. I don't like him anywhere near you."

"I'll be fine," Jamie said reassuringly. "I'm a big girl. Besides I've been getting a lot of extra tutoring from Harry and Hermione. I can handle Bancroft. He'll only be touching my hand. You, on the other hand have an open invitation to touch me any place you want, any time you desire."

"Any place?"

"Any place"

Alex placed his hand on Jamie's knee. Then he began to slowly caress her leg as he inched his way closer and closer to his ultimate destination.

"I just thought of something," he said, his hand continuing its journey and exposing more and more of Jamie's beautiful legs the closer it got to its goal.

"If you're going to be using the concealment charm the next eight months, that means that every time I touch you, I'll see you starkers."

Notwithstanding the fact that she was a nudist and most certainly had absolutely no problem with Alex seeing her nude, Jamie still blushed.

"Well, I won't be completely naked," Jamie said, a smile covering her face. "I'll have my ear rings on, along with my socks and shoes. Oh! I'll also have on my invisible wand sheath."

"But other than that, you'll be nude. And when I hold your hand between classes I'll be walking with a beautiful naked girl."

"I hope you don't get tired of the view," she said with a little girl giggle.

"Jamie, do you realize that our desks are next to each other in every class we have?"

"Yes."

"If I lay my hand on your leg, I'll be sitting next to a naked girl."

"Just make sure that hand is on my leg and not between them," she said, trying to sound stern, but not succeeding. "If you cause me to have an orgasm in Flitwick's class and I start screaming, I'll never forgive you."

"Speaking of orgasms, I didn't have time for dessert at dinner," Alex informed her. "Would you mind terribly if I had it now?"

"That is something I'll never refuse you," she said as she laid back and spread her legs welcomingly.

* * * * * *

"How did you get to be so good at that?" Jamie asked, as she hugged Alex tightly, kissing him with all her heart.

"Mum always allowed me to lick the bowl when she was done icing a cake," Alex replied. "I always stuck my face in as far as I possibly could until I'd licked out every last drop."

"I know, I can taste me on your lips. Tell me something, what did I ever do to deserve someone as special as you?"

"Jamie, it's nothing you've done. It's just you. No one that knows you could possibly resist falling in love with you. I'm just lucky that I found you first."

"We could argue all night as to which of us is the most fortunate," Jamie said, "but if you don't mind, I'd rather make love"

"I could probably be talked into that," Alex said, hugging her passionately.

"Alex! Have you told your parents about me yet?" Jamie asked. "How do you think they'll feel about you dating a girl that likes to walk around in the buff?"

"I'm not sure how they'll feel about the dating part," Alex admitted. "I never told them we were dating. I only told them that I'd found the girl that I intended to marry. And yes, I also told them about your attitude toward clothing."

"What did they say?" Jamie asked, a wide-eyed expression on her face.

"They want to meet you; if not before, then definitely this summer. Mum thought maybe you could come visit for a couple of weeks before we start Auror training and neither one of them has a problem with you being comfortable during your stay."

"That's great," Jamie squealed. "I can't wait to meet them." The thought of meeting Alex's parents put her on an emotional high. Unfortunately the thought of Auror training returned her to earth. She couldn't bring herself to do it tonight, not with everything else going on at the moment, but she had to talk to Alex. Somehow she had to tell him that she didn't think she was cut out to be an Auror.

She held him as tightly as she possibly could. Would he understand? They'd both talked of being Aurors since they were thirteen. They'd looked forward to training together. Now they'd be apart. Would he still love her when she broke the news? She felt like she would be letting him down, hurting him. She knew she didn't deserve someone as wonderful as Alex, but she also knew she couldn't live without him.

"Jamie!" Alex said shyly. "Before we make love, could I ask you a favor?"

"Of course, anything. What is it?" she asked, knowing she'd do anything he asked of her.

"I was wondering. Would you mind if I had another helping of dessert? I've read that it's not at all fattening."

* * * * * *

"Nott, I understand you ran into a bit of a problem with the couple you visited last evening."

"Yes, my Lord." Theodore Nott cried, prostrating himself at the feet of Salazar Slytherin. "I'm sorry my Lord, but they refused to enter your service. Please forgive me, my Lord. I tried my best to convince them that it was in their best interest, but they were vehement in their refusal."

"On your feet, Nott," Slytherin commanded. "I do not punish faithful servants who do my bidding. You can only give wise counsel. You've offered them a life in my service, regrettably they have refused."

Slytherin crossed the room, giving the matter thought and then returned to Nott.

"I'd like you to return to them again before the week is out and give them another chance to join my service. Do they have anything that might perhaps be used as a bargaining chip to influence them to reevaluate their original decision?"

"Yes, my Lord. They have two children, both girls. The older attends Hogwarts, the six year old goes to the day school in Hogsmeade."

"Hogwarts, dear Hogwarts," Slytherin said, as if reminiscing about bygone years. "I have many memories of the school, both good and bad. When you visit them, tell them how very disappointed I was at their decision. Also, inform them that if they do not join me immediately, their daughter will not live to ever ride the Hogwarts Express again."

"Oh, and Nott, in order that they realize how sincere I am and how distressed I was that they didn't answer my first calling, I want you to take them a gift on my behalf."

"Yes, my Lord," Nott said. "The gift my Lord, what is it to be?"

"The severed head of the youngest girl."

End of Chapter 12

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