A/N: Someone asked for a sequel where the teachers play and we (WiLdWiTcH and kittyluver87) thought that it would be hilarious! So…here it is!!!!! WARNING: MORE MAJOR STRIP POKER! RANE, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, I SUGGEST THAT YOU GET OFF RIGHT NOW!!!!!
"Barking mad!" Professor McGonagall fumed as she told the other teachers what the Gryffindor students were doing. Snape was trying really, really, really hard to keep the sneer from his face. It was actually quite humorous from what she was telling them. "I was forced to watch the whole thing to make sure that nothing came off completely. Once I saw that hands explode in the Weasleys' faces, I knew it had to stop."
"Minerva, you do have to admit that it sounds quite funny!" Squeaked tiny Professor Flitwick.
"Well, why don't we see why this game is such a hoot?!" Asked Madam Hooch. Suddenly Professor Trelawney burst into the room.
"I was crystal gazing (A/N: Doesn't she always burst in like this?!) and I saw that you were going to be playing a game. I would like to play too!" The teachers looked around at each other and McGonagall finally said, "Who's got a pack of cards?"
As the game progressed, more and more of the teachers revealed their inner selves. Lupin was wearing long tube socks that, if he pulled them up to full length, would come up past his knees. The heart-patterned boxers that Snape was wearing, however, disturbed everyone even more. Professor Sprouts' face was bright red from the torment that she was going through with her matching bright green thong and bra from Victoria's Secret. She had wrapped her discarded robe around her body, much to the disapproval of her colleagues.
"I'll bet my tube socks." Lupin said as the final hand went into play.
"Boxers." Snape grunted. His face was even more pale then usual. Why didn't the Marauders ever thing to play this back when we were in school?! Lupin thought in amusement. He was having the time of his life.
"Undershirt!" Squeaked Flitwick.
"Bra…" Said Trelawney in her mystical voice. She hadn't gotten the hang of the game at all and had lost nearly every round. The only person who was loosing worse then her was-
"Do I have to bet?" Whined McGonagall. To her horror, she was sporting only her underwear and bra. She was not having fun.
"What is going on in here?" Asked a voice from the door. The faculty looked up from their positions and saw Dumbledore standing with a look of amusement and anger splayed across his face.
"Er…nothing?" Tried the majority of the group. Dumbledore sighed and everyone scrambled for their clothing, much like the Gryffindor students had. Maybe I shouldn't take away those 50 points after all…I got caught playing too! McGonagall thought. After everyone had left, a lone figure emerged from his hiding place among the robes in the robe closet.
"This is so going in the great hall!" Colin Creevey squealed in delight. People will pay millions for this stuff!
A/N: Okay…this one wasn't as good but it also wasn't written at midnight! Comments (*winces* and flames) are accepted!
