Disclaimer and A/N: I saw a Victoria's Secret commercial while watching Saturday Night Live reruns out of sheer boredom and I just had to do this. I don't own Harry Potter and Co. or Victoria's Secret. They both belong to people much richer than me: J.K. Rowling and somebody I don't know the name of. Well, have fun reading, and remember: Always wear clean panties!
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In a black background, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Draco Malfoy all sat in their underwear on chairs. Everything was in black and white, except for their undergarments. Harry was wearing green boxers. Ron was simply wearing a pair of white briefs. Neville looked embarrassed to be wearing a blue pair of shorts. Draco, who was looking extremely uncomfortable, was wearing a black leather thong.
Suddenly, a techno song began to play, and they all danced. The Boy Who Lived didn't seem too terribly embarrassed as he shook his groove thing for the camera. The youngest Weasley son was dancing in his chair. The cute, round-faced Gryffindor was doing his best to cover himself up. The only Slytherin of the group, however, had picked up his chair and was chasing the cameraman... er... girl around the room, screaming things that couldn't be heard, because there was no microphone.
After a foot appeared as if out of nowhere and tripped the boy in leather, there was a voice-over.
"Victoria's... er... Viktor's Secret for boys. Shake it, baby."
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In another black background, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Cho Chang, and Pansy Parkinson all sat in their skivvies on chairs. Once more, everything was in black and white, except of their delicates. Hermione was trying to cover up her simple white bra and panties. Ginny sat with her legs drawn up to her chin, but a few patches of pink were visible. Cho was looking rather uncertain as she sat, cross-legged, in her lavender matching set. Pansy was wearing scandalous red and black lingerie, fuming at the apparent snickering from the other girls in the room.
Abruptly, a happy, peppy, J-pop song began to play, and all of the girls stood up. The Muggle-born danced in a rather nervous manner, eyeing the cameraboy, Ren, warily. The only Weasley daughter was hiding behind her chair, looking like she was about to cry. The Ravenclaw of the group uneasily danced on top of her chair. The not-so-petite Slytherin was screaming silent obscenities at Ren, who was very slowly backing away.
Again, there was a voice.
"Viktor's Secret for girls. Haff a good time."