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***Special thanks to Nimbuschick, my good buddy who helped make writing this fic. possible. Thanks again! Also thanks all of you who reviewed my 1st fic!***
*Streaking: Slytherin Revealed*
By: Tauntaun23 and Nimbuschick
Rating: PG-13 (adult theme)
Please R&R
Flint stood outside the Quidditch pitch in the dark waiting for the Gryffindor house team to begin practice. They must have been doing something right. At the last game, Oliver hadn't let any goals pass; Alicia, Katie, and Angelina never dropped the Quaffle once; and the twins had gained control over the bludgers. What was more, Harry caught the snitch without getting hurt at all. This was too good to be just luck, it must have been magic.
He crouched in the stands when he saw Oliver enter the pitch, scowling as a light rain began to fall. Fred Weasley flew up and did a few laps of the pitch on his broom. He came down and confronted Oliver.
"We need to raise moral Oliver, how about us taking a trip."
"Where?"
"Hello! What did we do last time? Remember?"
"I don't know, we may get caught this time."
Alicia went over to Oliver and took his hand in hers. "Please Oliver," she said batting her eyelashes suggestively.
"Well… ok fine."
"Woo-hoo!" Fred whipped off his robes in a flash and hopped on his broom. Marcus couldn't believe his eyes. What on earth were they doing? He stared anxiously at Alicia. Were they all going to strip?
Soon the entire team was in the air. Flint got exited. Three girls were flying naked. He wasn't sure how this helped them, but he knew it must have had to do with their secret.
The team flew laps around the castle and then played a game of catch with the Quaffle. They were getting even better. Flint waited until they couldn't see him, because they were pulling robes over their heads, to sneak out.
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"I'm not stripping!" Draco stared at Flint in disgust.
The only girl on the team stared at Draco with the same look, "Don't worry, I wouldn't want to look."
"That's your problem! We are going to do it. We have to win!" Flint was not going to give up. He squinted his troll-like eyes and glared at each one. "I'll remove you from the team if you don't!"
One by one the Slytherins stripped. They weren't too sure of what they were doing, but it was one of those, 'Anything to beat Gryffindor' moments.
Soon they were off in the air.
"We have to fly around the school! And play Quidditch, and then do more laps!"
"Ok Flint! This is insane!"
The keeper stared at everyone. They were all not enthused, except for Marcus. He looked down at Flint, and broke into laughter.
"What are you laughing at? Get flying!"
They started off and then played Quidditch for a bit. In the last lap around the building Draco looked back at a girl teammate and hit a tree. Thud! Draco slid down the trunk of the tree and slumped to the ground.
"Crap!" Flint flew over and shook Draco. Draco was alive, but he couldn't move his legs, not to mention his entire front and his legs were covered in splinters.
"Someone ought to call Madam Pomphrey!"
"No!" Flint didn't want to get caught. He and two of the other players began extracting the splinters from Draco. He screamed in agony as they went lower.
Professor McGonagall looked out the window of her office. All she could see was a group of naked boys and someone lying on the ground. She grabbed a cloak and ran out onto the grounds.
Snape sat in his office, drinking tea. He heard screams from outside and went to the window. He saw a group of boys, naked. He grabbed a bottle and poured the liquor inside into his tea and took a swig quickly. He thought he had seen Potter at first, but his condition must have gotten worse.
McGonagall reached the edge of the forest. "What in the name of Burdock Muldoon is going on here!" She had heard of these things before, the muggles referred to them as hazing. It seemed to be a part of initiations into certain groups. Either that or it was some kind of sick orgy.
The young men whirled to face the intruder. McGonagall's jaw dropped.
"MR. FLINT!" She screamed unsure of how to proceed. In front of her was the entire Slytherin Quidditch team, crouched around young Draco, the youngest of the team. It *was* a hazing. Indeed it appeared as if they were performing genital mutilation to young Malfoy using wood splinters. "Is there a reason for this Mr. Flint or is this just a whim?!? Never mind that, I don't want to know about your perverted Slytherin practices. I'll skip the pleasantries, 200 points from Slytherin and you are suspended from the upcoming match as well as any Hogsmeade visits." She motioned to the two beaters and instructed them to carry Malfoy to the hospital.
"Now Mr. Flint, where is your teams' clothing?" Flint motioned to the stands. "Then I suggest you go get them… I just don't understand what came over you!" The team scurried off to retrieve their clothing. McGonagall glared at their retreating backsides gleaming in the moonlight, what indeed had come over them. She had always suspected that Flint wasn't all right in the head, but this was just plain…kinky. Gasps and "Oh shits" filled the air, jolting her out of her thoughts. "I will not tolerate such profanities in my presence!" she snarled. "10 points!"
"You might as well make it 100!" Flint snapped back angrily. "Our clothes have disappeared."
"Clothing does not disappear! More likely you chose to come nude from the castle, it would suit your perverted game all the better. I will take those 100 points, thank you, I will not tolerate your insolence. Since you chose to come here nude, I can do nothing more than force you to return as you came. Now back to the castle if you please!" The team knew better than to question McGonagall. At this point she was like a raging lioness, and they had already lost over 300 points. Chastised and beaten they scurried away, using their hands to maintain as much modesty as they could. McGonagall stood in the gloomy night, wondering what possessed the boys (and girl- well more of a shim) to behave as they had. Really this was not something she wished to ever repeat, to be pulled away from a comfortable fire and warm room to bear witness to a Slytherin ritualistic freak show. She shuddered at the memories of the pale flesh…Draco riddled with splinters, Flint…nude (enough said). She sighed and headed to Dumbledore's quarters, he would need to be informed of the happenings on the school grounds. Something would have to be done to prevent Flint from going farther in his evil perversion. She shuddered to think of what he could do next.
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The Next Day
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It was malfunctioning. There was no other excuse, well there was the possibility that he was dreaming.
" Down 300 points ?!?!" Oliver Wood said staring at the point counter. He nearly had a heart attack when he saw they were out of the match with Gryffindor. Christmas had come early for Wood, who sprang to his feet and hugged Potter. "It's wonderful he howled, and then ran off. Potter looked at Ron.
"What do you suppose that was about?"
" Dunno. Wood has always been barking mad." The two continued to the Great Hall where they tucked in to a hearty breakfast. No sooner had they finished when Hagrid burst in.
"I found some clothes on the Quidditch pitch!" He yowled. Harry instantly froze in his tracks. Busted, he thought. Looks like someone forgot their clothes at the end of the last practice. Ron noticed his friends reaction and looked confused.
"What?"
"Nothing." Harry was about to confess when he saw the clothes. They bore the Slytherin crest.*Why would the Slytherins have their clothes on the pitch?* The idea sprang to his mind rapidly. They wouldn't…Copycats! And busted copycats at that! He caught Woods eye across the hall a smirk on his face. Ron persisted.
"What….???"
"Tell you later.." Harry smiled and walked out.
***Special thanks to Nimbuschick, my good buddy who helped make writing this fic. possible. Thanks again! Also thanks all of you who reviewed my 1st fic!***
*Streaking: Slytherin Revealed*
By: Tauntaun23 and Nimbuschick
Rating: PG-13 (adult theme)
Please R&R
Flint stood outside the Quidditch pitch in the dark waiting for the Gryffindor house team to begin practice. They must have been doing something right. At the last game, Oliver hadn't let any goals pass; Alicia, Katie, and Angelina never dropped the Quaffle once; and the twins had gained control over the bludgers. What was more, Harry caught the snitch without getting hurt at all. This was too good to be just luck, it must have been magic.
He crouched in the stands when he saw Oliver enter the pitch, scowling as a light rain began to fall. Fred Weasley flew up and did a few laps of the pitch on his broom. He came down and confronted Oliver.
"We need to raise moral Oliver, how about us taking a trip."
"Where?"
"Hello! What did we do last time? Remember?"
"I don't know, we may get caught this time."
Alicia went over to Oliver and took his hand in hers. "Please Oliver," she said batting her eyelashes suggestively.
"Well… ok fine."
"Woo-hoo!" Fred whipped off his robes in a flash and hopped on his broom. Marcus couldn't believe his eyes. What on earth were they doing? He stared anxiously at Alicia. Were they all going to strip?
Soon the entire team was in the air. Flint got exited. Three girls were flying naked. He wasn't sure how this helped them, but he knew it must have had to do with their secret.
The team flew laps around the castle and then played a game of catch with the Quaffle. They were getting even better. Flint waited until they couldn't see him, because they were pulling robes over their heads, to sneak out.
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"I'm not stripping!" Draco stared at Flint in disgust.
The only girl on the team stared at Draco with the same look, "Don't worry, I wouldn't want to look."
"That's your problem! We are going to do it. We have to win!" Flint was not going to give up. He squinted his troll-like eyes and glared at each one. "I'll remove you from the team if you don't!"
One by one the Slytherins stripped. They weren't too sure of what they were doing, but it was one of those, 'Anything to beat Gryffindor' moments.
Soon they were off in the air.
"We have to fly around the school! And play Quidditch, and then do more laps!"
"Ok Flint! This is insane!"
The keeper stared at everyone. They were all not enthused, except for Marcus. He looked down at Flint, and broke into laughter.
"What are you laughing at? Get flying!"
They started off and then played Quidditch for a bit. In the last lap around the building Draco looked back at a girl teammate and hit a tree. Thud! Draco slid down the trunk of the tree and slumped to the ground.
"Crap!" Flint flew over and shook Draco. Draco was alive, but he couldn't move his legs, not to mention his entire front and his legs were covered in splinters.
"Someone ought to call Madam Pomphrey!"
"No!" Flint didn't want to get caught. He and two of the other players began extracting the splinters from Draco. He screamed in agony as they went lower.
Professor McGonagall looked out the window of her office. All she could see was a group of naked boys and someone lying on the ground. She grabbed a cloak and ran out onto the grounds.
Snape sat in his office, drinking tea. He heard screams from outside and went to the window. He saw a group of boys, naked. He grabbed a bottle and poured the liquor inside into his tea and took a swig quickly. He thought he had seen Potter at first, but his condition must have gotten worse.
McGonagall reached the edge of the forest. "What in the name of Burdock Muldoon is going on here!" She had heard of these things before, the muggles referred to them as hazing. It seemed to be a part of initiations into certain groups. Either that or it was some kind of sick orgy.
The young men whirled to face the intruder. McGonagall's jaw dropped.
"MR. FLINT!" She screamed unsure of how to proceed. In front of her was the entire Slytherin Quidditch team, crouched around young Draco, the youngest of the team. It *was* a hazing. Indeed it appeared as if they were performing genital mutilation to young Malfoy using wood splinters. "Is there a reason for this Mr. Flint or is this just a whim?!? Never mind that, I don't want to know about your perverted Slytherin practices. I'll skip the pleasantries, 200 points from Slytherin and you are suspended from the upcoming match as well as any Hogsmeade visits." She motioned to the two beaters and instructed them to carry Malfoy to the hospital.
"Now Mr. Flint, where is your teams' clothing?" Flint motioned to the stands. "Then I suggest you go get them… I just don't understand what came over you!" The team scurried off to retrieve their clothing. McGonagall glared at their retreating backsides gleaming in the moonlight, what indeed had come over them. She had always suspected that Flint wasn't all right in the head, but this was just plain…kinky. Gasps and "Oh shits" filled the air, jolting her out of her thoughts. "I will not tolerate such profanities in my presence!" she snarled. "10 points!"
"You might as well make it 100!" Flint snapped back angrily. "Our clothes have disappeared."
"Clothing does not disappear! More likely you chose to come nude from the castle, it would suit your perverted game all the better. I will take those 100 points, thank you, I will not tolerate your insolence. Since you chose to come here nude, I can do nothing more than force you to return as you came. Now back to the castle if you please!" The team knew better than to question McGonagall. At this point she was like a raging lioness, and they had already lost over 300 points. Chastised and beaten they scurried away, using their hands to maintain as much modesty as they could. McGonagall stood in the gloomy night, wondering what possessed the boys (and girl- well more of a shim) to behave as they had. Really this was not something she wished to ever repeat, to be pulled away from a comfortable fire and warm room to bear witness to a Slytherin ritualistic freak show. She shuddered at the memories of the pale flesh…Draco riddled with splinters, Flint…nude (enough said). She sighed and headed to Dumbledore's quarters, he would need to be informed of the happenings on the school grounds. Something would have to be done to prevent Flint from going farther in his evil perversion. She shuddered to think of what he could do next.
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The Next Day
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It was malfunctioning. There was no other excuse, well there was the possibility that he was dreaming.
" Down 300 points ?!?!" Oliver Wood said staring at the point counter. He nearly had a heart attack when he saw they were out of the match with Gryffindor. Christmas had come early for Wood, who sprang to his feet and hugged Potter. "It's wonderful he howled, and then ran off. Potter looked at Ron.
"What do you suppose that was about?"
" Dunno. Wood has always been barking mad." The two continued to the Great Hall where they tucked in to a hearty breakfast. No sooner had they finished when Hagrid burst in.
"I found some clothes on the Quidditch pitch!" He yowled. Harry instantly froze in his tracks. Busted, he thought. Looks like someone forgot their clothes at the end of the last practice. Ron noticed his friends reaction and looked confused.
"What?"
"Nothing." Harry was about to confess when he saw the clothes. They bore the Slytherin crest.*Why would the Slytherins have their clothes on the pitch?* The idea sprang to his mind rapidly. They wouldn't…Copycats! And busted copycats at that! He caught Woods eye across the hall a smirk on his face. Ron persisted.
"What….???"
"Tell you later.." Harry smiled and walked out.