A/N- I'm sorry to NE 1 offended with this, however I couldn't resist ;) Also, if sum 1 has already done this, I'm sorry I haven't read yours and didn't mean to "take" your idea. Please R&R. Also special thanks to Nimbuschick for exposing me to HP a second time.
Disclaimer- I don't own ANY THING!!! All belong to the queen JK Rowling
Wood's Plan
It had just stopped raining, and the grass outside the Gryffindor common room's window was sparkling in the evening sun light. The rain clinging to the grass stems shone in the sun's last rays making it appear as if someone had replaced the lawn with a shiny silver carpet. The sight was nothing short of spectacular from Harry's view where he sat high above the Quidditch pitch astride his beloved Firebolt. Below him the Gryffindor Quidditch team was practicing, for the rainstorm had not deterred them from the practice the team's fanatical captain believed was necessary.
The afore mentioned Oliver Wood flitted around the goal posts determined to keep the chasers from scoring. Angelina, Alicia, and Katie raced towards him, passing the Quaffle between themselves working like a well oiled machine. As Oliver prepared to move to block their throw he was hit heavily in the chest by a black blur, knocking the wind out of him. Wood lost control of his broom and went sailing out of control to the ground, where he flopped into a muddy puddle.
"Weasley!" Wood shouted into the sky wiping mud away from his eyes so that he could see the two boys responsible for his ungainly fall. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't it up to you two to CONTROL the Bludgers!" He knew his tone was too harsh the second the words came out of his mouth and he mentally berated himself for his poor leadership skills. he thought bitterly.
"Sorry, Wood. It's just that we can't keep up with the Bludgers…we're weighted down with our clothes!" one of the tall twins explained. Oliver couldn't tell which one it was, Fred and George looked remarkably alike to him, he often wondered how their mother could tell who was who.
"Yeah! It's bloody hard tryin' to knock Bludgers away from people when you can't even keep up with them!" The other twin added. Wood glanced around at his team-mates, and could tell from the girls' mutinous looks that they agreed with the twins. Only Harry looked compliant as he strode into the circle his shivering team mates had created around Wood.
"Are you ok?" he asked with his boyish innocence. Wood couldn't help but smile. Most of the team refused to come near him when he was in a mood like he currently was, but Potter had more courage or perhaps stupidity than the others. he thought to himself,
"No Potter, I'm not all right, but I will be soon…"he said somewhat apprehensive as he thought of what he was to do next. He took a deep breath and began to take off his soggy Quidditch robes.
"WOOD! What the hell do you think your doing!!?!?" one of the twins asked.
"Well you were complaining about how heavy your robes were. Besides, once you take of the wet clothes it feels a lot warmer." With that Wood removed his shoes and socks adding them to the stack of clothing forming on the ground. "Are you with me?" he asked glancing at his teammates. His hands rested on the elastic waistband of his boxers, which not surprisingly were decorated with Quaffles and Bludgers. His team mates stared at him in disbelief, surely he would not go on… But he did. As quickly as he had removed his other clothing, Wood removed his boxers and stood before his team, stark naked. [ahem, um sorry personal fantasy]
They glanced apprehensively at each other, unsure of what to do. Then Fred and George began to strip down as well, determined to get warm. The others followed their example and before long the seven teens stood naked on the Quidditch pitch attempting to cover their bare flesh from the others eyes.
Their embarrassment was short lived however as Wood ordered them back up on their brooms to continue practice. And what a practice it was! After the team got over their initial embarrassment and modesty they felt more bonded then ever before. Wood's plan had worked.
It was dark when practice ended. Overall, it had been the best practice yet. The team dropped from the sky and headed over to their robes, where they had spread them out to dry. They were still damp and cold to the touch. Oliver was defiantly not looking forward to putting them on.
"Say.." one of the twins began. The team looked towards him, but he got embarrassed and grew quiet.
"What." Wood asked, curious about what he had to say.
"Well, it's just that our clothes aren't dry yet, we have some time before they will be dry. So I was thinking that we have some time to kill… and perhaps we could fly some more." A chorus of groans rose from the team.
"You want to keep practicing?!" Oliver asked, surprised. Everyone said that the practices were long enough, he had never expected anyone to ask for longer practice time.
"Hells no! I was thinking more along the lines of just flying around the castle. The ultimate joke!" Oliver stared at him as if he were insane.
"I dunno Weasley. People will see us.."
"Actually, they won't. It's dark outside, and besides, it's not much different from flying around the pitch…Who's with me?" he asked as he turned to his team mates. They grinned at him.
"Come on Oliver," Alicia said. "It can't always be all work and no play!" She pouted and grabbed his arm. "You didn't seem to care about being naked earlier. And I know *I* had no problem with it. " She whispered seductively in his ear. Oliver blushed, and was glad that it *was* dark so that his team mates couldn't see his red face due to Alicia. Aware of another reaction taking place due to Alicia's presence he grabbed his broom quickly and took off.
"Last one to the North Tower has to clean the robes!" he shouted to his comrades. They laughed and took off, racing to the North Tower. The cool air helped cool Wood down and exhilarate him at the same time. The seven teens raced each other under the moon's silvery light. From the Divination Tower to the Quidditch pitch, North to South, East to West they raced until they were breathless, and then they returned to the pitch. It was late, and the team dressed quickly.
"Wow Wood." Katie said when they reached the Gryffindor common room "That was quite the idea!" The others laughed at this and separated to their respectable dormitories.
"And no one saw us either!" Angelina exclaimed, as she headed up the staircase to her dormitory with Katie and Alicia.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Severus Snape stared at the potion in front of him. An insomniac since his Death Eater days, he often used potions to help himself get to sleep. Last night, however it seemed as if he had messed up his potion, (although he was certain he hadn't) for he could have sworn he had seen Potter flying naked past his window. Snape stared out the window, he prayed with all his might that he hade accidentally put something extra into his potion for the only other explanation was that he was having fantasies about the student he hated most. He could see his conversation with Dumbledore now…
Without warning, Snape chucked the vial of potion into the fire. He wouldn't take the stuff anymore. Clearly it did something to him mentally. It would be better to not take it and therefore not see Potter naked. Snape growled. It seemed that Potter caused Snape difficulties in everything now, even his sleep.
Disclaimer- I don't own ANY THING!!! All belong to the queen JK Rowling
Wood's Plan
It had just stopped raining, and the grass outside the Gryffindor common room's window was sparkling in the evening sun light. The rain clinging to the grass stems shone in the sun's last rays making it appear as if someone had replaced the lawn with a shiny silver carpet. The sight was nothing short of spectacular from Harry's view where he sat high above the Quidditch pitch astride his beloved Firebolt. Below him the Gryffindor Quidditch team was practicing, for the rainstorm had not deterred them from the practice the team's fanatical captain believed was necessary.
The afore mentioned Oliver Wood flitted around the goal posts determined to keep the chasers from scoring. Angelina, Alicia, and Katie raced towards him, passing the Quaffle between themselves working like a well oiled machine. As Oliver prepared to move to block their throw he was hit heavily in the chest by a black blur, knocking the wind out of him. Wood lost control of his broom and went sailing out of control to the ground, where he flopped into a muddy puddle.
"Weasley!" Wood shouted into the sky wiping mud away from his eyes so that he could see the two boys responsible for his ungainly fall. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't it up to you two to CONTROL the Bludgers!" He knew his tone was too harsh the second the words came out of his mouth and he mentally berated himself for his poor leadership skills. he thought bitterly.
"Sorry, Wood. It's just that we can't keep up with the Bludgers…we're weighted down with our clothes!" one of the tall twins explained. Oliver couldn't tell which one it was, Fred and George looked remarkably alike to him, he often wondered how their mother could tell who was who.
"Yeah! It's bloody hard tryin' to knock Bludgers away from people when you can't even keep up with them!" The other twin added. Wood glanced around at his team-mates, and could tell from the girls' mutinous looks that they agreed with the twins. Only Harry looked compliant as he strode into the circle his shivering team mates had created around Wood.
"Are you ok?" he asked with his boyish innocence. Wood couldn't help but smile. Most of the team refused to come near him when he was in a mood like he currently was, but Potter had more courage or perhaps stupidity than the others. he thought to himself,
"No Potter, I'm not all right, but I will be soon…"he said somewhat apprehensive as he thought of what he was to do next. He took a deep breath and began to take off his soggy Quidditch robes.
"WOOD! What the hell do you think your doing!!?!?" one of the twins asked.
"Well you were complaining about how heavy your robes were. Besides, once you take of the wet clothes it feels a lot warmer." With that Wood removed his shoes and socks adding them to the stack of clothing forming on the ground. "Are you with me?" he asked glancing at his teammates. His hands rested on the elastic waistband of his boxers, which not surprisingly were decorated with Quaffles and Bludgers. His team mates stared at him in disbelief, surely he would not go on… But he did. As quickly as he had removed his other clothing, Wood removed his boxers and stood before his team, stark naked. [ahem, um sorry personal fantasy]
They glanced apprehensively at each other, unsure of what to do. Then Fred and George began to strip down as well, determined to get warm. The others followed their example and before long the seven teens stood naked on the Quidditch pitch attempting to cover their bare flesh from the others eyes.
Their embarrassment was short lived however as Wood ordered them back up on their brooms to continue practice. And what a practice it was! After the team got over their initial embarrassment and modesty they felt more bonded then ever before. Wood's plan had worked.
It was dark when practice ended. Overall, it had been the best practice yet. The team dropped from the sky and headed over to their robes, where they had spread them out to dry. They were still damp and cold to the touch. Oliver was defiantly not looking forward to putting them on.
"Say.." one of the twins began. The team looked towards him, but he got embarrassed and grew quiet.
"What." Wood asked, curious about what he had to say.
"Well, it's just that our clothes aren't dry yet, we have some time before they will be dry. So I was thinking that we have some time to kill… and perhaps we could fly some more." A chorus of groans rose from the team.
"You want to keep practicing?!" Oliver asked, surprised. Everyone said that the practices were long enough, he had never expected anyone to ask for longer practice time.
"Hells no! I was thinking more along the lines of just flying around the castle. The ultimate joke!" Oliver stared at him as if he were insane.
"I dunno Weasley. People will see us.."
"Actually, they won't. It's dark outside, and besides, it's not much different from flying around the pitch…Who's with me?" he asked as he turned to his team mates. They grinned at him.
"Come on Oliver," Alicia said. "It can't always be all work and no play!" She pouted and grabbed his arm. "You didn't seem to care about being naked earlier. And I know *I* had no problem with it. " She whispered seductively in his ear. Oliver blushed, and was glad that it *was* dark so that his team mates couldn't see his red face due to Alicia. Aware of another reaction taking place due to Alicia's presence he grabbed his broom quickly and took off.
"Last one to the North Tower has to clean the robes!" he shouted to his comrades. They laughed and took off, racing to the North Tower. The cool air helped cool Wood down and exhilarate him at the same time. The seven teens raced each other under the moon's silvery light. From the Divination Tower to the Quidditch pitch, North to South, East to West they raced until they were breathless, and then they returned to the pitch. It was late, and the team dressed quickly.
"Wow Wood." Katie said when they reached the Gryffindor common room "That was quite the idea!" The others laughed at this and separated to their respectable dormitories.
"And no one saw us either!" Angelina exclaimed, as she headed up the staircase to her dormitory with Katie and Alicia.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Severus Snape stared at the potion in front of him. An insomniac since his Death Eater days, he often used potions to help himself get to sleep. Last night, however it seemed as if he had messed up his potion, (although he was certain he hadn't) for he could have sworn he had seen Potter flying naked past his window. Snape stared out the window, he prayed with all his might that he hade accidentally put something extra into his potion for the only other explanation was that he was having fantasies about the student he hated most. He could see his conversation with Dumbledore now…
Without warning, Snape chucked the vial of potion into the fire. He wouldn't take the stuff anymore. Clearly it did something to him mentally. It would be better to not take it and therefore not see Potter naked. Snape growled. It seemed that Potter caused Snape difficulties in everything now, even his sleep.