Author's Note: This will be the place where I dump short drabble prompts that I write. Each one is short, so I won't have to spend much time writing them, but they're little pointless snippets that you can read while I continue writing the other stories.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.


Prompt: Olympics

"Is that...?"

"It is." Harry grimaced, looking as the darkest wizard of all time stood in his naked galore, ready to push off the block and dive in to the water. Hermione had to admit that even though his face was pale, his eyes blood red and his arms skinny, the rest of his body was still a pretty sight for the eyes. She couldn't quite tear her eyes off of him. "Why is he swimming naked? Isn't it against the rules?"

"Bloody hell, mate. No one's going to go up to him and tell him to put some clothes on." Ron said from Harry's other side. He shuddered at the mere thought.

The beep sounded, and the eight swimmers dived in to the water. The crowd stared as Voldemort, the light reflecting off of his pale skin, belly flopped in to the pool, sinking as fast as a rock. After what seemed to be ages, he reappeared above the surface and slowly doggy paddled across the pool.

Hermione couldn't help but think, though, that she had never seen a doggy paddle so attractive.

The crowd held its breath as the swimmers began lapping him. His eyes darkened and his face twisted in a snarl, he pulled out his wand from what seemed to be thin air, and crucio'd everyone who passed him, a satisfied smirk on his face when his other opponents cowered in fear and got the message and began swimming backwards. Seemingly satisfied, he continued down the lane. The swimmers in the lanes near him fled as far as they could, leaving the entire center of the pool for him.

Lifeguards and other people began jumping in, helping the swimmers who were thrashing in the pool. However, no one dared to approach Voldemort, who had now taken the lead and was taking his sweet time floating on his back, all his drool worthy parts on display for everyone to see.

Hermione was sure her face was completely red as she watched him touch the wall first, winning the gold medal. Her face seemed to explode on fire when his eyes found hers in the crowd and he smirked at her, obviously noting the way she was staring at him.

Without taking her eyes off of him, she leaned closer to Harry and said, "Hey, do you happen to have a camera?"