Humiliation that can never be forgotten.

“This is awful, they could have given us something to wear at least!” Angelica fumed, awkwardly shielding her tiny tits. Along with the rest of her blushing team, they scampered back into the school, hardly noticing Luna and Hermione following in their footsteps.

“Wow, we’re getting really good at this.” Luna whispered in awe, watching the parade of stark naked Quidditch girls quickly march down the stairs in a solemn line, their slender arms barred across heaving bare breasts and their other hand covering scandalously exposed pussies. The shame was radiating off their bright red faces and Hermione was practically burning up with second-hand embarrassment. Ginny turned her head back and met her eyes and they nodded knowingly towards each other. Hopefully her enormous sacrifice would help keep them out of trouble.

“We had to do this.” She said grimly, sheathing her wand down her sock. It was yet another reminder that there wasn’t a single stitch of clothing between her shoulders and knees. “I-er, we, have a reputation to maintain… can’t have the school thinking we’re exhibitionists or nudists.”

“Hmm,” Luna hummed to herself, pursing her lips together and tilting her head, “But, aren’t we nudists?”

“Not by choice!”

“Speak for yourself Hermione Granger,” Luna cheekily turned her nose up, obviously proud of her naked antics before being cursed to a lifetime of total nudity. “You know, many of the original witches practiced magic ‘skyclad’ and didn’t feel a morsel of shame showing their natural bodies.” There had been rumors that Luna Lovegood was routinely spotted on full moons prancing about without a stitch of clothing on the edge of the forbidden forest, showing her own full moon. There was mention of hopping, skipping and uncharacteristically sensual dancing that shook and swayed every tantalizing pale curve on the silver-haired student.

Hermione considered asking her friend about it when there was suddenly a commotion of shrieking and a stampede of bare feet on carpeted stone floors. A puff of purple smoke answered the confusion: a camera!

“Stop! Please!” Ginny squealed as she and the other naked girls screamed in embarrassment, beating a hasty retreat in a **** attempt to escape immortalizing the most humiliating day of their life. It was too late of course, their young nude bodies had been captured on photograph for the enjoyment of thousands of viewers. Even worse, thanks to the magic infused into them, the pictures were animated: every step they took was accompanied by their cute jiggling bare breasts and wobbling butts caught in a mortifying time loop.

“Oh bloody rat tails, it’s-” Hermione had a disgusted look as she cursed, but was cut off with the rapid approach of a blonde journalist and her bumbling cameraman.

“Hellooooo! Rita Skeeter, with the Daily Prophet!” The bespectacled reporter crooned with a gleaming, fake smile, “Hermione Granger, isn’t it? The studious little bookworm always vying for Harry Potter’s affection?”

“That’s not true and you know it!”

“Oh, the poor dear doesn’t seem to know her name.” Rita smirked mischievously, “I don’t blame you, rumor has it that you’ve suffered a few bouts of humiliation recently.”

“Erm, w-well…” Hermione stuttered with her breath caught in her throat, squirming in place helplessly and fidgeting with her wrist. She was suddenly keenly aware of her own nudity right now and although the magic ring she wore hid that fact from others, Hermione knew all too well that she was naked in public right now having an interview. “Y-yes, I, along with other witches, have recently suffered some, um, wardrobe malfunctions.”

“How sordid, absolutely disgraceful! All on Headmaster Dumbledore’s watch!” Rita exclaimed, her head swiveling as if pandering to an imaginary crowd, “Beautiful young witches separated from their dignity, their unmentionables mentioned! Who are the perpetrators behind all of these perverted pranks?”

“Huh, um-”

“Perhaps Hogwarts is cursed,” Luna interjected with a thoughtful look, “A malevolent spirit that died peeping on girls... a long time ago... taking **** on the school?”

“That’s lovely! Mystery, ****, ****, perfect.” Rita beamed at the incredible scoop, motioning towards her assistant, “Bozo!” The camerman stood to attention, readying himself, “Let’s get a picture together!”

“Uh!” Hermione sputtered with wide eyes, “N-now, hold on!” It was a question that had not been posed yet: while the rings Hermione and Luna were wearing created the illusion of clothing in person, what would happen in a photograph? Would newspaper readers be able to see her, frankly, whorish outfit that left everything between her neck and thighs exposed? Luna was much less reserved, putting up bother her hands and enthusiastically waving to the camera, completely unashamed about total nudity.

“Nudasimus!”

The Hermione, Luna and Rita were blinded by the camera flash as a familiar plume of purple smoke billowed out. There was a sinking feeling in Hermione’s bare stomach, dreading the idea that she could be publicly exposed in all her naked glory on the front page of the Daily Prophet. Every witch and wizard would know the intimidate details of her body, from her full, luscious boobs down to her shaved slit.

A loud boisterous laugh erupted from Bozo the cameraman, pulling Hermione from thoughts of the an uncertain, embarrassing future. He packed up his camera quickly and began sprinting for the exit, giggling manically.

“Bozo? Where are you going? We’re not done here yet-” A stunning realization dawned on Rita Skeeter’s face as she examined herself. When… did she lose all her clothes? The green dress she had was gone, really, everything she was wearing was gone. This wasn’t supposed to happen to her, the witches of the school were supposed to be naked for everyone to see!

“Wait, Bozo, come back! Give me that picture, do you hear me!” She shouted and in a futile fit of rage, she stomps the ground and wraps her arm across her chest and uses the other hand to cover the blonde hair between her legs. When he continues running, she begins chasing after him and giving everyone a free show of her heavy swinging tits, “Give. Me. That. Picture! Argh, you'll ruin me!”

Left alone and confused, Hermione and Luna glanced around and finally saw the culprit: a head of red hair peeking out from around the corner. Ginny gave a stoic nod and disappeared again, having taken her ****.