A cleansing fire for a den of snakes.

The mayhem reached a fervent high in the aftermath of the now infamous Quidditch match. In the most brazen stripping attack so far, over a dozen witches had been suddenly disrobed in front of hundreds of spectators, and the ones that were unscathed did not intend to join them. In a mad scramble, every girl attempted to find safety before they too were stranded naked in public, with most fleeing to their dorms and offices under lock and key. In a deeply ironic assumption, the witches assumed a male student was responsible and began to gather in packs of only their female friends, believing in the mentality of strength in numbers.

The next night, it was one such group that caught Ginny’s eye as she prowled the halls alone: a small squad of Slytherins consisting of Pansy Parkinson, Astoria Greengrass and two unfamiliar girls in tow, identical twins by the look of it. They were each lugging a small basket of toiletries and towels, clearly on their way to the showers for the nightly scrub. A seething hatred burned in Ginny’s bare chest, specifically for that slag, Pansy!

“So how’s your sister?” Pansy sneered, “I heard she was left starkers right out in the hall, tits and all.” The cruel girl faked a laugh, a twinge of fear was evident in her voice despite her mocking tone. She licked her lips nervously, peering at the shadows that could potentially be hiding the prankster that had stolen the modesty of so many witches.

“Yes, she was.” Astoria sighed, “And I hope we don’t end up the same.” The younger Greengrass had been in the common room, studying an anatomical diagram of the Striped Purple Parabola when her sister burst through the doors lacking every bit of clothing she had gone to class with. She noted that Daphne had painted her fingers and toenails green, still proudly representing their house colors even when streaking the campus absolutely naked.

“Don’t worry, that’s why we’ve got Flora and Hestia with us,” Pansy motioned towards them, “I know boys.” She continued matter of factly, “They would never pass up a pair of pretty twins. We’ll hoof it as soon as they start screaming their little heads off and be long gone before we lose any clothes.” The identical Slytherin sisters gave each other a nervous silent glance, their role as sacrificial lamb now known.

“I suppose I’ll trust your judgment on the matter…” Astoria reluctantly admitted, “I hope they catch this pervert soon, otherwise we’ll be spending quite too much time in our dorms this year.” She clutched her bundle of shampoo and fabric closer to her chest. “I would also very much like if the students here retain some imagination regarding the bodies of Greengrass women.”

The four Slytherin girls continue chatting on their way to the showers, unaware that one Miss Weasley was stalking in the shadows behind them. Ginny’s heart was pounding, her eyes wide with anticipation as she crept up to the bathroom door. After a few minutes, the squeaking of shower knobs and the gentle sound of sprinkling water let her know, it was time to strike! The effectively nude witch takes a tentative look around, searching for potential witnesses before tiptoeing in.

The embrace of hot steam soothes Ginny immediately, a refreshing kiss against her bare skin that causes an involuntary low moan. She spots her prize on a bench: the change of clothes and towels for all four Slytherin students! With a mischievous grin, Ginerva begins to gather them all into a stout pile, anything that could be used to cover their young naked bodies; the four wands she carefully stuffed down her sock.

“Sudarius Inflamari.” With a simple incantation, a spark on the clothing pile quickly bursts into flames, rapidly incinerating any hope of modesty for the women showering. Giggling with satisfaction, Ginny sneaks out and hides in the hallway.

“W-what’s that smell?” Hestia wrinkled her nose, her tight pale body dripping as she left the shower and was the first to head towards the locker room. “Is… is, it’s- S-smoke! Fire! There’s a fire!”

“Fire?” Astoria’s brow furrows, her hand wrenching the shower knob to turn it off. All of the Slytherin girls ran to see the flames, a panic developing among them.

“I can’t find my wand!” Flora cried, looking underneath a bench. “What do we do?”

“Do something you dolts!” Pansy roared, grabbing Hestia’s bare shoulder and pushing her back into the showers, “Get a bucket, hurry!” After three long trips, the fires were extinguished and the damage was done. The naked female students coughed and gagged, waving their hands to clear the smoky air while looking on despair. Everything they had brought with them had become smouldering, burnt ruins… all except one lightly crisped towel.

“That’s it?” Astoria was slackjawed, helplessly sifting through the remains, “A single bath towel?” She remained stoic, though incredulous, not bothering to cover up her slim, attractive body.

"It must have been that pervert." Flora mumbled, swallowing hard. She played thoughts in her mind of a boy spying on them showering, taking in the erotic sight of four naked girls before destroying their clothes.

“We need to get help!” Hestia complained, desperately trying to calm down, “Perhaps, erm, a professor or…?” She anxiously hopped between one foot and the other, awkwardly covering her small breasts and shaved pussy.

“Have you gone mad?” Pansy snarled, crossing her arms on her tits angrily, “Get who, Caretaker Filch? I’m not letting some old geezer have a looky-loo at my private bits.” The cruel Slytherin was red in the face, not just from the indignation that someone would do this to her, but from the idea of public nudity and the total humiliation that came attached to it. She frequently had sweat-soaked nightmares of accidentally leaving the dorms while forgetting to get dressed, wandering to class completely exposed to the world. There was no doubt that the other students, even Draco, would be merciless in their mocking if it ever came true.

Astoria pursed her lips, thinking deeply, “Well, we have this bath towel. It can cover the front of one person. We could send them out to get more clothes to bring back.”

The four naked teens looked at each other. Whoever they sent would likely face some embarrassment, after all, the small cloth wouldn’t be covering their bare ass and anyone that got a closer look from behind would probably be able to see their pussy between their smooth silky thighs.

However, the girls that were left behind would be stranded with absolutely nothing at all, helplessly waiting in total nudity until they were rescued… or discovered. Not to mention there was no guarantee that whoever they sent would come back.