Weasleys

Over the Easter Holidays, most of the DA stayed at Hogwarts. The wizards were loving the constant and enthusiastic display of female flesh in front of them, the coven were loving the attention. All of them had grown completely comfortable in a state of undress around other people and most of them delighted in being asked to present. Initially, a naked witch couldn't walk between classes without being asked to bend over or shake her boobs, but after the novelty wore off, both witches and wizards alike found they still had things to do with their time and it wasn't revealing anything they couldn't see already.

The Slytherins quickly became aware of the presentations, but could barely believe they were really happening. The few that had the nerve to ask were met with a cold refusal and accusations of perversion and harassment. It was satisfying if nothing else to watch them silently go mad, watching naked witches bend and pose for everyone but them.

Umbridge also noticed how at ease all the naked witches now were and it had a severe effect on her as well. She could be seen stomping around the corridors staring with anger at any naked witch who dared let her hands fall away from her shaved slit or bare boobs. She never said anything, but it was clear what she meant with her furious but impotent glare, "How dare you be so content! How dare you not scurry away from me in fear! How dare you take any pride in your nubile young bodies at all?" Ginny often went out of her way to flaunt her nudity around Umbridge, just to see the fury on her face.

After one such feat of daring, during which she might as well have bent over and spread her arsehole in Umbridge's face, Ginny found herself retreating to the library before Umbridge had a full meltdown. Ginny looked around the library, it was the year of Harry's O.W.Ls so he spent most of his time here. She saw him looking stressed and frustrated at a pile of open books in front of him, but it was quite clear that he was not focusing on them at all. Ginny suspected his troubles were coming from his budding relationship with Cho. Normally Ginny would try and ease his frustration for a moment by performing a particularly explicit presentation, but with his relationship with another woman on the rocks, she decided that presenting would probably make things worse.

The beautiful redhead walked over and tried to get his attention, but he didn't respond at first.

"Harry, I'm talking to you, can you hear me?"

"Huh?" Harry jerked his head towards Ginny, as if just realising she was there. He paused for a split second to look her up and down, letting his gaze linger on her pink nipples that were almost perfectly at his eye level.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Ginny asked quietly.

"Yeah, I'm fine," said Harry gruffly.

"You seem really down lately," Ginny persisted. "You know, I'm sure if you just talked to Cho ..."

"It's not Cho I want to talk to," said Harry brusquely.

"Who is it then?" asked Ginny, watching him as his eyes casually glossed over her legs and pussy.

"I..." he glanced around to make sure nobody was listening. Madam Pince was several shelves away, stamping out a pile of books for a frantic-looking Hannah Abbott.

"I wish I could talk to Sirius," he muttered. "But I know I can't."

Ginny continued to watch him thoughtfully. She adjusted her stance and arched her back by the smallest mount by way of inviting him to look. The movements had become so natural to her, she didn't immediately realise what she was doing.

"Well," Ginny said slowly, to get his attention back to her face, "if you really want to talk to Sirius I expect we could think of a way to do it."

"Come on," said Harry dully. "With Umbridge policing the fires and reading our mail?"

"The thing about growing up with Fred and George," said Ginny thoughtfully, "is that you sort of start thinking anything possible if you've got enough nerve."

Harry looked up with a glimmer of hope in his eye.

"Weasley! What are you doing?" Madam Pince was swooping down on them, her face contorted with rage. "You're copy of Adept Defensive Magic is due in an hour. If I do not have it by then I will have you thrown in the lake as a pet for merpeople. Get that book!"

Ginny grimaced as Pince walked off, leaving them alone again.

"Sorry, I guess I need to go all the way back to the dungeon." Ginny looked a little sheepish after being scolded in front of her friend.

"Don't be sorry, you have a job to do." replied Harry, struggling to hide a laugh. "But one more thing, before you go."

"What?"

"Could you present for me?"

Hours later, Ginny found Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting in the dungeon where the witches slept. They were technically allowed and with all the Slytherins gone home for the holidays, there was no one to bother them.

"Hey, Harry," she began, "I've discussed your conundrum with some experts on circumventing the rules. They seem interested." She gestured to Fred and George standing either side of her.

"What conundrum?" Said Hermione, looking confused and surprised that she wasn't already informed.

"Harry needs to talk to Sirius." Said Fred helpfully.

"What? That's impossible!" scoffed Hermione, "Umbridge is checking the mail and monitoring all the fireplaces for floo-network uses."

"All but one." Chimed in George. "Umbridge's fireplace is completely off grid. And we would like it if you could present for us. We can keep up the discussion, but could you open your legs while we do?"

"Please, Hermione." Continued Fred, in a pleading voice, "And lean back a bit so we can see all of you better, someone as beautiful as you should be seen at all angles at all times."

Hermione rolled her eyes and did as they requested, she planted her feet on the floor in front of her and spread her knees apart, then leant back to support her weight on her hands behind her, forcing her proud nipples to point high and out into the open. Her tone of voice nonetheless retained a stern and sharp tone.

"If Umbridge finds out, you will be expelled and maybe sent to Azkaban."

"The solution there is obvious." Said Fred.

"We don't let Umbridge find out." Finished George.

Hermione looked at them doubtfully.

"We can create a diversion." Said Fred in a more serious tone. "You have noticed, I'm sure, that we have been rather inactive over the past few months. We have been working on a much more ambitious project which required our full attention."

"And of course, Umbridge pulled a bigger stunt than we ever could with the "Undress code."" Added George.

"Yes. That will not be true for long though, we must reclaim our honour soon. The only reason we haven't acted already is because with no Slytherins in the castle, we don't really have the full audience we deserve."

"But now Harry is a friend in need, and we have the perfect way to help him out... I could almost call it fate."

Hermione interjected, "Ron, what do you make of this?"

Ron shrugged, "I dunno, I think it is stupid and foolhardy, but it's Harry's risk to take, and I'm actually curious to see what happens."

"Haha!" exclaimed Fred, "I knew there was a true Weasley somewhere within you. Once your curiosity for carnage is satisfied once, you won't be able to resist making more just to see how much havoc you can wreak.

"So, how about Monday, Harry, just after lessons? Crowded corridors will give you more time." Ginny spoke up for the first time in a few minutes.

"Sure, what are you going to do?"

"It's probably best you don't know." Ginny said carefully, "Plausible deniability and all that. Just head along towards Umbridge's office when you finish your lessons. I've got a few strings to pull in order to get this to work."

Hermione just looked on with a mixture of disapproval and dread.

The day arrived and Ginny was feeling nervous. Fred and George refused to tell her the entire plan, they just smiled and said, "Wait and see." no matter how much she asked.

Ginny was waiting in the dungeon with only a few minutes left and there was still no sign of her brothers. She looked around uncertainly, while the two of them never had much respect for deadlines, they certainly wouldn't miss such an opportunity for mischief as this.

Ginny had almost given up when Fred appeared, "Right, Ginny look lively. We have work to do."

"What, how? What are you about to do and why wasn't I told anything?"

"Well," said Fred, "with all that's about to happen, I expect some of you naked people might be blamed for some of the mayhem. Now, neither George nor I want to share the glory of this historic day so we need to clear your names in advance."

"What are talking about?" Ginny half shouted.

"Once we're gone we need too make it look like you and your merry band of naked witches have nothing to do with this - which, to be honest, you don't - we're going to need a scapegoat and a bit of collateral damage."

"Won't your leaving be enough of an indicator it was you... Wait! What do you mean gone?"

Fred looked suddenly shocked and disappointed with himself, "Don't tell anyone I said that, it was supposed to be a surprise. Enough talking, let's get you in position and leave your wand here."

Ginny wasn't sure she like that idea, but did as he said and followed Fred into the corridor and walked a short way until they could see the damp stone wall that hid the entrance to the Slytherin dormitories. She could hear the echo of many approaching footsteps in the distance. the Slytherins would be here any second.

"So what's your plan?" she asked expectantly, "Set off the world's biggest dungbomb right outside the Slytherin common room?"

"Nice idea, but no. This will be substantially more fun. George, now."

Out of nowhere Ginny felt her ankles being lifted towards the ceiling while here arms were fastened to the ground by magical ropes. She was dangling upside down, suspended from the ceiling by her ankles and here arms were bound tightly by ropes stretching to the floor, leaving her very exposed, completely immobile and very ****.

Fred and George stood over her with their wands out, admiring their handiwork.

"What in the name of Merlin's beard are you doing? You're supposed to be helping me, you sick prats!"

"Hmm... are you sure it's enough?" Mused Fred.

"I've got it." said George. He flicked his wand and immediately Ginny felt a sharp painful slap on her buttocks.

"Argh!" What is going on? "Argh!" The slap came again.

"Can't talk, we need to make ourselves scarce." Said George in a matter of fact tone.

"But we'll be back in a minute." Added Fred.

"Don't worry, the paddle will only give you a smack every three seconds for the next fifteen minutes."

"And the Slytherins will be here soon, good luck."

"No! Get me out of here you perverts! Ow!" Ginny shrieked after the twins, but they were already gone.

"Hey, look at that!" A familiarly smug voice shouted. "Weasley's a little stuck."

"Oh no." Ginny muttered to herself under her breath.

"What was it, ginger? Upset the headmistress and become a new ****?" Malfoy hurried over to her and pinched a nipple. Ginny grimaced but refused to squeal.

"No, Umbridge did not put me here! I need to get down!" She spat up at him.

"Oh, you're here be choice. I knew you enjoyed your new place. Your family loves the inferior muggles so much, I suppose this must seem only natural to you." Malfoy took a handful of her left boob in his hand and massaged it roughly.

The rest of the onlookers, of which there were many, were becoming more daring and slowly approached Ginny. Among them was Mel, upon catching her eye, Ginny blushed and felt more **** than before.

"What's this, Weasley?" Mel said cockily, "I'd ask you to explain, but it looks like you're a little tied up right now."

Ginny grimaced again, Mel's joke was awful, but her acting was flawless, as was her skin for that matter-

"Ow!" Being constantly spanked did stop her mind from wondering too far. Ginny was about to retort something spiteful, but before she could do it, Mel was suddenly stark naked and tied to a complicated contraption that put her in a very explicit bent over position with her nether regions facing the onlooking crowd.

"Ah!" She screamed in shock. "What have you done, you bitch? Untie me!"

"Do I look like I'm in control of this situation?" Ginny retorted between smacks to her rump, "At least you aren't getting spanked by a magical paddle!"

One of Mel's friends rushed over to help her, but screamed before reaching her friend. She too was now stark naked restrained in a very compromising position.

If it wasn't for the painful welts now appearing on her bottom, Ginny would have admired her brothers' ingenuity. They had set dozens of traps all over the corridor that could only be sprung by clothed women. Before long, the hall became a beautiful tableau of a bondage dungeon filled with humiliated women bound, and gagged by magical contraptions. Although Ginny was the only one being spanked which she thought was unnecessary. The students had attracted quite a crowd and there was a loud chorus of chatter and jeers directed at the victims. Colin Creevey had his camera out and a few male inquisitors were prodding, poking and spanking the helpless victims, no one else dared get close fearing they would be caught in a trap themselves.

"Ahem." The chatter was interrupted by a soft but very angry cough. "Why is there a pile of clothes and wands appearing in the astronomy tower? and why is there such a commotion down here? Oh!"

Umbridge saw the array of distressed naked witches and quickly out two and two together.

"Help us, Professor!" Shouted a platinum blonde sixth year, who had been suspended from the ceiling with a spreader bar between her legs.

Umbridge wasted no time and marched towards the scene, unfortunately she triggered her own trap and found herself bound in some particularly uncomfortable breast bondage and stark naked facing her students.

Umbridge screamed her protests and fury while the assembled onlookers burst into howling laughter.

"Not bad for a toad-faced old woman." Thought Ginny, watching Umbridge's bottom wriggle and writhe in distress. Her attention taken away from Umbridge when the twins reappeared holding their broomsticks and addressed the room.

"Greetings one and all, we have an announcement to make."

"You'll be dangling by your testicles in the great hall for a week for this!" Umbridge shouted hysterically.

"Actually no," one of the twins continued, Ginny thought it was Fred, but was finding it hard to concentrate. "We are here to announce the formal opening of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes at number 93 Diagon Ally."

"We take and deliver postal orders!"

"We sell all our known joke-shop merchandise as well as our new creation, the pocket S&M dungeon as demonstrated behind us."

"Everything is half price to anyone who promises to use our products against this old bat."

"And free to any naked witch in the store."

"You will do no such thing!" Screamed Umbridge. "It is a mystery that you even managed to get this far!" Umbridge thrashed against her bonds, but nothing happened.

"Well you see," The twins continued, "If we hung around here for a few hours to lay our merchandise, you would have all become a bit suspicious and maybe given the game away too soon."

"So we had some help from someone who is always on their hands and knees around this corridor, and always naked too so that they wouldn't trigger the set up by accident."

"Slaves!"

The two ****-girls quivered as they shuffled into view, heads down and trying not to look at Umbridge.

"You! You worthless creatures! That's it! You are going to the most public cell in Asskaban and I will see you getting whipped by an army of depantors for this!"

"Actually, no." Said one of the twins.

"We believe in fair exchange."

"They did us a favour so we could leave this boring pile of rocks for good, it seems only fair we do the same for them."

"You see, they don't belong to you any more."

"They belong to us."

At this point they were interrupted by Peeves flying through the crowd, going straight for the professor and giving her nipple a hard tweak!

"Perfect timing, Peeves." The twins continued,

"We were just about to explain, to be released from your bonds, you need only shout, 'I am a naughty little slut who deserves to be spanked,' in a Scottish accent. Once you have done so, you shall be released and you may collect your clothes and any items you were carrying from the top of the astronomy tower."

"Of course, should you busy young witches need to use the corridor again, and don't have time to run a quick detour to the top of the tallest tower in the castle, then simply remove your clothes and pass through unscathed." The orators paused take in the shocked faces of the young witches in front of them.

"Well, that concludes our business here."

"Peeves, please give this old cow Hell from us!"

Peeves gave a proud salute to the young men before him and began spanking the headmistress for all he was worth.

With that, the Weasleys mounted their brooms, their new slaves, sat behind them, and flew off down the corridor up the stairs.

"Thank you for saving us." Said Daphne, once they were out in open air.

"Yes, thank you." Agreed Maleficent, "I can't wait to put on clothes again."

"Hey, Fred! Did you hear that?" Laughed George.

"It's too funny to be true," joined in Fred, "these slaves think they're allowed to put on clothes."