POKER
A/N – I know that this is going to be an extremely odd short story right off the bat. Actually this story is based on the oddest dream that I had.
Disclaimer – I own nothing, except the plot, so don't sue.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had all been sitting around the card table for about three hours. All three of them were very bad at poker but they had been constantly playing it since Dean had told them about it taught them how to play.
Since all three of them were broke they were playing strip poker to make it more interesting. They were all in various states of undress but they had all lost their robes, school sweaters, socks, and shoes.
"Okay show you're hands."
"Wait Harry, Ron, I won! I never win." Hermione squealed.
"Then how come you're still wearing so much clothing?" Ron asked.
"I was wearing more to start with. I am female you know and I had accessories you know." Hermione looked forlornly into the pile of clothes next to Ron, at her abandoned hair tie and wished that she still had it to keep her hair out of her face. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by Harry's voice.
"Well what's our punishment."
A malevolent grin appeared on Hermione's face.
"Shirts," she said while arranging her small pile of clothing to add the shirts.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and then back at Hermione.
"But it's so cold in here," said Ron.
In response Hermione raised one delicately arched eyebrow and looked at the two boys in anticipation. Harry and Ron reluctantly removed their shirts and Harry involuntarily shivered.
"Much better," said Hermione as she surveyed the half naked boys.
They played for a while longer and soon all Hermione had left was her skirt and a loose fitting white tank-top that she had worn under her shirt to guard against the cold of the potions room earlier that day.
"I win," Harry yelled, "Ron your class ring, and Hermione your tank-top."
"Why can't you take my class ring instead of my tank top?"
"Because Ron and I have been trying to avoid loosing our boxers for the past few turns and you still have a skirt and a top left."
"I may but you two took my bra and underwear out from underneath them."
"That's the point of strip poker you will loose clothing and eventually have none if you're bad at the game."
"Well you two can keep your boxers I'm quitting."
Hermione stormed out of the room.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and contemplated continuing the game without Hermione but halting the loss of clothing.
"No," they said together.
Harry and Ron got dressed and it wasn't until Ron couldn't get his sock to fit that they realized Hermione had left her clothes and Ron had been trying to put on Hermione's sock.
All the people left in the common room laughed at the sight of two seventeen year old wizards, stalking around, asking after Hermione, while carrying her clothing.
Finally they gave up and went to bed not realizing that Hermione had simply gone to her dorm.
Knowing that she had left her clothing in the boy's dorm she asked Lavender to assist her in a reconnaissance mission to go get her cloths back.
Around Midnight they put their plan into action and snuck into the boy's dorm they had just bagged up Hermione's clothing when they were both suddenly grabbed from behind. Whirling around to face their captors they realized that they were Harry and Ron. Just then McGonagall opened the door and stepped in, they had forgotten about the midnight bed checks.
"What on earth is going on here," she screeched when she saw Hermione and lavender in their skivvies in Ron's and Harry's arms, with a pile of women's clothing on the floor next to Hermione and Harry.