First things first, swiping Harry’s Cloak of Invisibility.

“No! That’s… It’s perverted! There has to be another way.” Ginny whispered harshly, her arms almost crossing her bare chest before she violently jerked them away. The motion caused her breasts to jiggle wonderfully to any onlookers, though currently it was just Hermione and Luna. The stressed red-haired witch sighed deeply to herself while rubbing her temples, wondering why she kept on doing that even with consequences so dire.

“Well, we're a bit short on time and one of us has to do it, he might suspect something if we don’t distract him.” Hermione chimed in, a slight smile creeping onto her face as she witnessed her red-haired friend nearly disrupting the illusionary magic of her ring. It had been a terrible struggle to overcome old habits of covering one’s breasts, who knew they did it so much unintentionally?

“If you would like, I can do it.” Luna offered flatly, much to Miss Weasley’s chagrin. She knew Luna wasn't intentionally trying to upset her, but nonetheless, Ginny pictured the sight of Harry’s dope-faced open-mouthed stare as the beautiful silver-haired witch exposed her shaved pale slit… and it filled her with jealousy!

“No! That’s worse!” Ginny fumed in anger and frustration over their plan to swipe Harry’s Cloak of Invisibility. “Bloody Hell, fine, I’ll do it. If anyone’s going to do it, his girlfriend will.” It was of course all very simple. One girl would get in view of him while he was in the common room and bend over. Easy, right? Then came the question… did the ring project an image of panties over their vaginas? It was a question they didn’t have time to answer in the privacy of their own rooms; it was pertinent that the nude trio began stripping unfortunate witches immediately!

“Alright, Harry’s in the common area. Just get his attention while Luna and I sneak into his room.” The three nude sorceresses broke from their chat and began enacting their plan. Hermione and Luna crept over to their position near the bedroom while Ginny began parading herself downstairs. Damn! Why couldn’t we just hit him over the head or something? She thought to herself, her heart pounding in her chest as she desperately hoped the ring conjured underwear. The skirts they wore in their uniforms (illusory and real) were knee-length and she would have to bend quite far in order to give the young Potter a real show.

“Oh, hello Ginny. How are you feeling?” Harry asked as she made it to the bottom of the stairs. The young Gryffindor boy’s expression betrayed he had no idea that she was virtually naked in front of him as she nervously moved to the fireplace in front of him. Luscious teen breasts, shaved pink pussy lips, Ginerva had no doubt Harry’s mouth would be watering if he could really see her. Hermione watched intently, waiting for the right moment to breach through the door and saw it as Ginny began her performance.

“I-I’m, uhm… fine.” She stammered, meandering around the room until she spotted a curious book on the ground. Understandably so, Miss Weasley was **** to expose herself in such a lewd way. Even if Harry couldn’t see her private parts, she was well aware of how naked she truly was. “Oh, is-is this the new copy of “Magical Manufacturings of the Mundane?” Ginny let herself drop forward a bit, her glamered skirt hiking up to just below her plump ass cheeks. Hermione lightly snorted to herself in amusement as she saw Harry lean forward in his chair, discarding his homework to the side. He was caught in the trap.

“Alohomora!” The bushy-haired witch whispered with a flick of her wand, listening to the lock on the door release. It made a dreadful creak as the latch swung open, but when she checked behind her, she saw that the “boy who lived” was completely oblivious. Not wasting any time, the two sneaky nudists crept into the room while Ginny continued distracting Harry down below. Hermione surmised that at this point in time the roof could collapse in and Harry might not notice.

“Yeah, that’s the uhm… newest copy… I could-I could get your own? I could buy a lifetime subscription for you!” Harry muttered incoherently as he adjusted his glasses for a better look. Hmm… that was easy, I should do this to him more often. Ginny commented to herself as she dropped even further, surely showing a hint of her panties… or more. Practically touching her toes, she imagined the illusory skirt was most likely at the half-way point of her dripping pink twat which she hoped was not actually showing. Ginny dared not look back to see Harry’s expression, lest she know how much he could see. She could feel the heat focusing into her pussy, her exhibitionist tendencies cursing her yet again.

“That, erm… sounds great Harry.” Hearing the door close on the second floor, the embarrassed red-head abruptly stood up and brushed down her skirt. Turning around, she saw her red-faced boyfriend rapidly blink his eyes as he returned to his normal state and she felt a bit bad that she had ended the show so suddenly. Then again... what did he see?

“Oh, well, I have to go, um... study. See you tonight?” Free of the spell, Harry could only wordlessly nod. Scampering back up the stairs, Ginny hastily retreated back into her room and shut it immediately. When she returned she saw a grinning Hermione and Luna holding up the legendary cloak of invisibility. All three breathed a sigh of relief, their plan had worked and was a good sign of things to come. “Well,” Ginny breathed, “I won’t be doing that again.”