Naked at Hogwarts?!

There was a stony silence in two separate carriages on the Hogwarts express, one that had Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny sat in it, and the other with Draco and Pansy. Everyone who had walked past had looked in, gawking at them as if they were caged animals.
"You think we should start charging them?" Harry quipped, trying to get even the smallest of laugh out of his friends. Ginny and Ron ignored him, just as they had the days after he and Hermione had told him about the extra letters they had received from Dumbledore. Ron had blown up at them, demanding to know why he had not been chosen yet Harry had been, even throwing in a snide remark about Harry's physique before storming off. Ginny had taken it slightly better, but still letting the infamous Weasley temper get in the way of listening to anyone but herself.
"It is just going to get worse," Hermione spoke softly, looking at her finger nails like they had grown a head, trying not to think about what was going to happen after their fist night. Harry nodded before turning to look out of the window, watching the gloomy fields speed by without seeing them.

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"Stupid old Dumbledore and his stupid new rules," Draco muttered to no one in particular.
"You can say no," Pansy said, earning her a glare to shut her mouth.
"You saw the letter Pansy. You say no, you don't graduate," Draco told her, throwing his letter towards the black haired girl and letting her read through it.
"I did not get to see the letter, my father took it from me before I read it," Pansy said, wishing she had said nothing when Draco turned to look at her.
"Your father reads your mail?" he asked, thinking he had not heard her right.
"Doesn't your father read your mail? Father told me it was natural that the head of the house read everyone's mail," Pansy had a look of confusion on her face when Draco shook his head. "Oh, I guess father is just protective of us."
"Pansy, your mail is yours to read, not any one else's unless you choose to show it them," Draco had a point, "how did he react?"
Pansy shook her head, pulling out a book from her bag and ignoring the blond Slytherin for the rest of the train journey.

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"Welcome to all new students, and welcome back to those who have been here longer. I do hope you are all well. There is an announcement for years four through seven happening in here after the feast," Dumbledore stood at the teachers table, his eye glinting in the candle light. "However, before I waffle too long, we should eat!"
The Great Hall cheered as food appeared before them, everything from baskets of fruit to the richest chocolate cake anyone had ever seen. Harry, Hermione and Ron sat at the Gryffindor table, poking at their food and only taking a bite when others asked them what was wrong. It was not until Dumbledore had sent the younger years to their dorms that the trio looked up from their laps.
"I suppose you are wondering just why you have been told to stay behind," Dumbledore spoke, his voice sounding louder with less children to speak over. There were a few nods, and sounds of anticipation from other tables, causing Dumbledore's twinkle to become brighter.
"Hogwarts has been chosen to test a program of sorts this year, one that will change history. This program originated over in American schools, both muggle and wizard. We have been asked to select eight pupils, two from each house, to walk around Hogwarts, nude," Dumbledore paused as a rumble of angry and excited voices started up.
"These selected people have already been chosen and have been alerted by Owl Post. Can those eight please make themselves known?" Dumbledore smiled, watching as Harry, Hermione, Draco, Pansy and the other four chosen stood up, albeit slowly.
"How the Program will work, is that the volunteers that are stood up will have their clothes removed from their belongings, and charms placed on them by their head of house. This charm will then activate at seven tomorrow morning. The volunteers will be in their own little dormitory, however, they can only be in there a maximum of three hours," Dumbledore looked around the silent teens, "any questions?"
"What happens if we have a Potions or Herbology class?" One of the Ravenclaw volunteers asked, looking rather scared of the thought, while the Hufflepuff's nodded at the question.
"Then you will have the choice of missing the practical side of Herbology and learning from the library, or you can join your class mates in the greenhouses. As for Potions, your charms will also protect you from any spills and explosions that may happen. Full rules will be posted in each common room, again charmed for years four to seven to read," Dumbledore had the twinkle in his eye again. "If that is all, can the eight volunteers please stay behind, the rest of you, back to your common rooms as curfew is nearly upon us."
The noise that started up as they were dismissed reached deafening stages quickly, only dying down when the eight that had been chosen were still stood in their spots and their heads of houses joined them.
"Miss Granger and Mr Potter, this is highly unusual, and if you need anything at all, please don't hesitate to come and see me," Minerva McGonagall told them, before taking out her wand and incanting the charm that was needed. Harry looked around, seeing the others were clinging onto their partners as the spell was cast. Harry turned back to look at Hermione, who had a calculating look on her face.
"We will, Professor," they said in unison, sitting back down while they waited to be shown to their new common room.
"Is everyone ready? Good, now off we go to your new home," Dumbledore sounded too happy for his own good, turning down twisting corridors until he came to a painting.
"Nudity," Dumbledore spoke, stepping out of the way as the painting swung open to reveal steps. Dumbledore motioned for the group of eight to start up the flight of stairs, the portrait swinging shut behind them and leaving them in darkness.
“Now what?” the same Ravenclaw from earlier spoke from near the front of the group.
“I suggest getting off the stairs and into the shared common room?” Draco snarked, pushing whoever was in front of him further up the stairs. As the group entered the shared common room, the lights turned on to let them look around.
“At least we won't freeze?” the female Hufflepuff spoke up, walking over to the large fireplace and touching it, “it is a rather nice place to stay, isn't it? I wouldn't want to go back to the house common room when this is over.”
The enormity of what was happening just washed over the group, with Hermione slumping against Harry and Pansy collapsing to the ground. They had all been in a dream land, thinking that this was not happening and they just had to stay in the same area for a week and not kill each other.
“Well, now what do we do?” Harry found his voice, "it isn't like we can go anywhere until tomorrow, and even then we'll be naked!"
"Shut it Potter," Draco spoke, throwing himself onto the sofa that sat in front of the fire, "you little Gryffindorks go and find where your rooms are and stop muddying the pure air."
Both Harry and Hermione bristled at the comment, however, not wanting to get into a fight the first day of school. Hermione pulled Harry away before he did something regretted, aiming towards the only other door in the room and finding yet more stairs. Hermione pushed him ahead of her and up the darkened stairs, watching as light turned on one at a time before the stairs forked off in four different directions, each to a solid wood door. They turned to each other before turning back to their left, opening the heavy door and seeing a plainly decorated bedroom with two single beds and not much else in the round room. Closing the door, they made their way to one of the other three, seeing that they looked exactly the same and concluded that it did not matter where they slept, as long as they did. As they made their way back down the stairs to tell the others of their findings, they stumbled on another little corridor, presumably one that led to the shared bathroom. Harry was the one to look inside to find their assumptions were right. The bathroom was big enough for all eight of them to use it comfortably at the same time, not that they were sure they would use it with anyone but their respective house mates. Closing the door tight, Harry and Hermione took one last look at the stairwell before joining their classmates in the common room.
"People will be touching us?" The Hufflepuff male asked, his eyebrows shooting up into his hair.
"Why else would they think up this blasted plan if it wasn't to make already randy teens want to have sex even more?" Pansy tried to sound bored, but had pulled her clothes tighter, trying to draw as much of a lifeline from them as possible.
"Maybe its to teach Potter a lesson? He's always walking around school like he owns the place," the Ravenclaw girl said, shaking her hair from her face. Harry coughed.
"I would like to let you know, that I would love to have a normal, peaceful school year for once in my school life. Not be chosen for something like this! Do I look like I would take my clothes off for all and sundry? I think not. But, at that, I am off to bed. Good night Hermione," Harry's face was a deep scarlet from anger, making his emerald eyes stand out more. He turned on his heel and stalked back up the stairs, letting the door slam closed behind him. Hermione sighed.
"There are four bedrooms, two beds in each and a shared bathroom. The rest I will let you figure out. Good night," Hermione nodded to them once before following Harry's lead and going back up the stairs, seeing that the door on her left now had a picture of Harry hung there. Hermione was amazed by the amount of magic and work had gone into the place, making a mental note to research it when the week of torture was over.

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"That went well," Pansy uttered, staring at the fireplace.
"Serves him right," Draco retorted, stretching out even more. The two Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws had left the two Slytherins alone after the fifth stony glare that was sent their way.
"Do you think this will be easy?" Pansy asked, fear in her voice.
"It will be as easy as it comes, Pansy," Draco rolled his eyes, examining his nails. Neither of them spoke another word, as somewhere in the castle a clock chimed midnight, signalling the start of their nudity week.
"We should get to bed," Pansy told him, standing up and finding that her skirt and panties had faded to nothing. Draco nodded, trying to look everywhere but at Pansy as the rest of her clothing seemed to melt away before his very eyes. A cold chill passed over his chest, making him look down and find himself in a similar situation, naked apart from his shoes.
"Let's just get to bed and figure this out in the morning," Draco said, trying to keep the panic from his voice. Pansy just nodded, following the blond to the remaining bedroom and shutting the door with a soft click.

-

A scream echoed around all four bedrooms the next morning, soon followed by more as the girls woke to find they were naked and so were the males. Each of them had a hard time not looking anywhere further south than the neck line, and the males just did not look at anything or anyone. No one had told them that they would need to sleep naked, they had thought that it was just during the day. Knowing that it was now twenty four hours had them all on edge, and it was not even breakfast time. Hermione had spoken to Harry the night before about how it was going to work with the younger years at all meal times with the older years probably staring. Hermione stood outside the Great Hall, still unsure on what to do until Harry walked around the corner nearly walking into her.
"Sorry! Didn't see you there. Going in?" Harry asked, looking just past her shoulder. He may have been male, but Hermione was his best friend, and he did not want to ruin that. It was not until he looked at her properly that he noticed where Hermione was looking, straight at his crotch.
"What? Oh yes, I was just about to," Hermione blushed at being caught staring at her best friend, following him into the Great Hall to be met with hundreds of eyes on them and a furious whisper start around the hall before it grew loud. Hermione grabbed Harry, hiding behind him at the sudden attention and wishing she could go back to the common room and get one of the house elves to deliver something to eat.
"Shall we go sit?" Harry asked, clearly uncomfortable with the attention as well. He felt Hermione nod rather than saw her and took her hand, pulling her to the Gryffindor table and sitting down.
"Think you're gods gift to women then, showing your face here," he heard Ron speak, still bitter about not being chosen for the Program.
"Ronald Weasley, if you were in our position you would hide your face for the week and you know it," Hermione replied so Harry didn't have to.
"Yeah, well. What about you? Like showing off your body like a common muggle?" Ron was trying to get a rise from the both of them, the Gryffindor table had gone quiet, waiting for the reply.
"You know what, I believe I do. I must do since I am muggle-born," Hermione started, "and for your information, it is never easy to stand in front of hundreds of other students when you're naked. It is even harder when the person you thought was a friend is angry at them for circumstances that are out of their control! Grow up Ronald Weasley!"
Hermione stood sharply, feeling all eyes on her chest as it jiggled from the force. Harry stood up next to her, casting a glare at Ron before they both left the Great Hall, leaving the student body in stunned silence.