Exciting Weekend

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, though I wish I did. They are all property of J.K. Rowling and her business associates.

A/N: This is an AU story. Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Luna, Hermione/Draco.

It disregards the seventh book and most of the sixth.

I normally do not endorse Draco/Hermione pairing, but this somehow became the best for this story.

Prologue:

It was the end of May. Harry was enjoying the first year free of threats, free of nightmares and free of pains at his scar. The scar even seemed to be fading – no longer the violent red it used to be. Voldemort had been destroyed the previous summer, when he tried to foolishly attack at Bill's wedding. He wasn't aware of all the charms cast upon The Burrow, making it a more formidable fortress than even Hogwarts. It didn't look like a fortress, though.

Fleur and Bill were already a married couple for almost an hour when Dumbledore got an urgent message requesting his presence at the Ministry. The death eaters arrived a minute after he left, seeming quite sure that they will face no obstacle in securing the place for their master, who intended to make a show out of killing Harry Potter. It didn't go according to their plan, though. The wards, seemingly ineffective, were designed to stun whoever passed through them with a delay that varied between five seconds and two minutes. They also replaced all wands passed through them with rubber ducks – courtesy of Fred and George. The death eaters, once immobilized, were positioned around the guests, holding in their paralyzed hands some rubber wands – these were also donated by the twins. Voldemort arrived five minutes later, looked at the guests held at wand tip and smiled triumphantly. He had no time to even notice his wand had turned into a rubber duck when several stunners hit him before Harry sent the final "Reducto" which left only some blood spots where Tom Riddle's body fell down.

It was a clean victory for the light and made Fleur's and Bill's wedding a most memorable one.

During this seventh year at Hogwarts, Harry could do as he pleased. Everybody treated him as a hero. Even Snape, once the constant threat of his former master had been removed, proved to be almost agreeable. This didn't make him a better teacher, though.

Wednesday Evening:

Harry was now sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, between Ginny on his left (closer to his heart, so she said) and Hermione. Ron was holding Hermione's hand and whispering in her ear, making her smile. Somewhat further along the table one could see Lavender and Seamus hugging tightly, as if they were alone. Harry wondered where Parvati might be. Probably sharing a broom closet with one of the boys, he assumed.

Dinner was perfect, as usual. People were already rising, intending to leave the hall, when Dumbledore stood up and called for silence.

"As the headmaster of this school I have an announcement which you might be interested to hear," he said. "Good evening, Miss Patil. I see you have finally favored us with your presence," he added as Parvati tried to sneak in.

Everybody laughed for a moment, and then turned back, looking towards the headmaster.

"As you all know, I'm quite famous for my achievements in different fields of magic. I'm also known for my eccentricity, which some even call madness," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. "I've decided to give these another reason to call me mad."

The whole school erupted in whispers. Nobody knew what to expect.

"You have all studied muggle habits to some extent. This weekend we are going to practice one of them, namely – Naturism. We are going to make the most of the fine weather of this season and walk around wearing nothing, as is the naturist way."

This time he had to wait much longer for the whispering to stop. The headmaster looked quite smug, yet his deputy seemed utterly shocked and none of the other professors seemed to enjoy the idea.

"Starting Friday night – at midnight – to be precise, nobody is to wear any clothing for forty-eight hours – that is until Sunday night at midnight. We shall all enjoy the weather and spend most of the weekend around the lake, on the lawns and in the gardens. We shall play social games and may even engage in some light sports activity, just as naturists do. I'll give you further details on Friday evening."

A third year girl raised her hand. The headmaster nodded in her direction.

"Some girls may need to wear something..." she started reluctantly.

"You are referring to the menstrual period, aren't you?"

The girl nodded, turning all red.

"I'll make sure to have tampons of all sizes ready in the girl lavatories. Madam Pomfrei can advice you on the proper use of these."

"Will bathrobes be allowed?" asked another girl.

"Only in the bathrooms," he replied.

As the headmaster turned to sit again, Harry noticed the death-glares McGonagall was sending at him.

'It will surely be a very interesting weekend' he thought.

Harry only nodded absently as Ginny talked about the new announcement all the way to their dorms. "What does he think he is? This is not even funny. How can I ever get out of my room wearing absolutely nothing? Do you really think I'd like everybody to see what I was saving for you alone?"

Harry noticed other girls acting similarly. Hermione looked shocked. She didn't say a word since the headmaster's announcement. Some of the girls seemed not to mind, though. He saw Luna leaving the great hall with a dreamy smile – but that didn't mean anything, really, when considering Luna. Lavender and Parvati seemed to have some ideas about the weekend. They talked and giggled at the table and continued when they reached the common room. None seemed too concerned.

The boys kept quiet until they were back in their own dorm.

"We're going to see all the girls in the buff!" chanted Dean.

"And we may even have a chance to touch them during those silly games," added Seamus.

"I thought you had enough with Lavender," teased him Ron.

"Do you have enough with only Hermione?" he was teased back. Ron's face turned red. Harry knew that nothing more than kisses and hugs happened between his two best friends, but others seemed to be sure they had already gone the whole way.

"It will be awkward, though, walking with no clothes," admitted Neville, blushing as well.

"You have nothing to worry about. One look between your legs and all the girls will be queuing in front of you," teased Dean. After sharing the same dorm and bathroom for almost seven years they all knew the timid boy was quite impressively equipped.

"You will probably find nothing new about it," said Dean to Harry. "You've probably discovered already all there is..."

"Are you mad? Ron would kill me if I say anything. I would rather not say a word about my relationship or else I'm doomed!"

Ron glared at Harry, as if to confirm his words. The truth was that Ginny and Harry were already using the room of requirements regularly, as well as several deserted classrooms and some broom-closets. Ginny could never get enough of Harry, but he found no cause for complaints, yet telling this to any of her brothers was out of the question.

Harry wondered what Hermione would do. He knew she was a very private person. She normally took her showers when her roommates were either sleeping or busy, but never in the presence of other girls. She might try and hide in her bed for the whole weekend, he thought. That would not be good for her and he really hoped she wouldn't. It would be a rare chance to see how she really looked.

Friday Evening:

Friday dinner came too soon for some, not soon enough for others. All the students were in the great hall, waiting for Dumbledore's additional explanations about the weekend. As they were finishing their meal, the Headmaster stood up.

"As I've already told you two days ago, all clothing is prohibited for forty eight hours, starting at midnight. If you try to put on any clothes, they will vanish and reappear only two days later, but not necessarily in the same place. This also means you should probably wear nothing for bed tonight, unless you want it to vanish."

He looked smugly at the students. "The list of activities offered for the weekend is now posted on the boards in your common rooms. I wish you all a very pleasant weekend!"

A Slytherin girl stood up. "Will the staff undress as well?" she asked.

"Of course!" answered the Headmaster. "It would be unthinkable otherwise, although, I must admit, you may find out you'd rather see most of them clothed."

Hermione looked very subdued the rest of the evening. She seemed to be on the verge of tears. Ron tried his best to comfort her, but he only managed to make her angrier. Finally they all went to sleep. Harry reminded his roommates to go to bed nude, as they were bound to wake up nude in any case.