One Shot Challenge- Ginny's clothes keep disappearing- Originally posted 07/31/2019

It was such a relief to get outside.

All day mum had her cooking and cleaning in the kitchen. She was the only one of the kids in the house that didn't currently have a friend over.

Now, that didn't normally stop mum from getting her brothers and their friends from de-gnoming the garden, or taking care of the washing. But today it was 'pile it on Ginny' day.

Ron had Harry over and they were holed up in his room, probably talking about Sirius.

She felt bad for Harry losing his godfather, so soon after finally having him in his life too. And she wasn't a good enough friend with him to impose herself on him in any kind of consoling way. No matter how much she wanted to throw her arms around him and hold him close forever.

A good snog would probably take his mind off it for a while, she mused. Then she scolded herself.

She was seeing Dean, and she was over her crush.

Over it.

Over it.

She repeated in her head as she stomped to the broom shed. If she repeated it enough, maybe then it would be true, and she wouldn't get this hopeful knot in her stomach every time he casually glanced her way.

She yanked the shed door open and pulled out George's brooms.

That shit.

The twins were days away from moving out permanently. Lee Jordan, their best friend, was currently with them in their room helping to contain whatever surprise disasters that could go off from their forgotten projects from over the years found in corners and under floorboards in their room.

George had just been teasing her about mum turning her into the perfect house wife for some lucky guy and that started a row.

They'd tussled and she wound up pinned to the floor in their room with a loogie dangling inches away from her face. Mum intervened and had kicked her out of the house to cool off.

Well, it was his fault she was wound up, so she would cool off on his broom. Maybe it needed a real Quidditch player to run it through the paces for once.

She launched into the air and zipped around the pitch. The wind she'd generated felt amazing. Her hair would be a mess by the time she was done, but it didn't matter. Feeling the wind shipping through it was half the enjoyment of flying.

The wind on her arms and back was cooling her off quite nicely too.

She started in on a few aerial moves.

Hmm. She closed her eyes a moment during her turns and enjoyed the breeze on her stomach too. It went under her shirt and she felt it pass along the line of her bra. Such a pleasurable sensation on this sunny day.

Wait a second.

She paused the broom mid-air and looked down.

What the hell was going on with her shirt?

She looked down and saw that the shirt, which's hem had met her shorts a moment ago, was now more of a crop top! She reached behind her and felt that it was almost completely backless. And getting shorter!

"Ah!" Her shorts had suddenly felt much looser at the waist. Grabbing at the back, where she should have felt a belt loop, she instead made contact with her knickers.

Her clothes were disappearing!

Ginny let out a frustrated growl. What had those idiots done?

This must have been the twins. There was no other explanation. She'd been subjected to enough of their experiments over the years to know it.

She really liked these clothes too. It wasn't like she had an overwhelming supply of shirts and shorts to choose from, and they'd gone and destroyed her favorites!

Oh. They were going to pay.

Looking over towards the clothes line around the other side of the Burrow she made out some of her other items drying.

Before she could turn towards it, whatever was happening to her current clothes accelerated and she found herself in only her bra and knickers. As if that wasn't bad enough, all the male occupants of the Burrow now decided to head outside.

She looked around. There was nothing for her to hide behind! Only the pond was close by.

She turned the broom handle down and towards it, rolling off the broom and falling in. The broom landed in the water beside her.

Ginny was still furious at her situation when the five boys came to stand by the water side.

"Oi!" George called. "Is that my broom in the water? What the hell are you doing? Get it out of there!"

"What the hell am I doing? What the hell did you do? My clothes disappeared because of whatever you did. Go get me something to wear!" She barked at him while everyone looked on at her puzzled.

George stared at her a moment before something seemed to have clicked and he turned toward Fred and Lee. "Guess we missed some of it." He exchanged with them, just loud enough for Ginny to hear.

"Missed some of what?" She was crouched down with only her head above the water, and part of her shoulder. Enough that they would be able to tell that she did still have her bra on. "Whatever it is, it had better not melt my skin off or destroy my hair!" She demanded.

"Ah, relax." George dismissed her concerns.

"Yeah." Fred chipped in. "It only works on fabrics. It was a vanishing powder that ate away at polyester or something. You must have rolled in it earlier."

"Fantastic." She bit. "Now go get me some clothes!" She yelled louder.

There was a chance that it would continue to eat away at her underclothes and she really didn't want to have to walk out of the water past Harry completely starkers. Or even practically starkers.

She may have been developing nicely and had more to hide than she did when she was eight and ran around everywhere naked while her mum and older brothers chased her trying to get her into some frilly frock, but had a long way to go before she properly looked like a woman.

All the boys on the shore looked quite amused at her situation. All except Harry, who looked pretty embarrassed for her.

"Well?" She asked, expecting one of them at least to offer her a shirt.

"Well what?" George laughed. "Looks like you could use some more cooling off."

"Yeah, I reckon you can just stay where you are little girl." Fred added.

All thoughts of modesty flew out of her head to make way for fury at that comment. She was wearing a decent set of under things. And the water seemed to have stopped the powder, or potion, from disintegrating them.

Not caring that there were two boys unrelated to her watching, she stood up in the water and waded towards them.

"Oi!" Ron protested to her being so brazenly under dressed in front of his best mate and Lee.

"Oi what?" She challenged Ron as she made it to the shore, feeling powerful from the shocked eyes and blushing cheeks of her brothers friends, coupled with the offended and angry eyes of her brothers.

She went straight up to George in all her thoroughly soaked glory. "You can get your own broom out of there." She tilted her head back towards the pond and shoved him hard in the shoulder with her own as she passed, giving a cheeky wink to Lee, who now looked appreciatively dazed.

Ginny did her best to walk normally back to the house. She was determined to hold her head high. The whole way back to the house she fought the urge to turn back and properly gauge Harry's reaction. She wouldn't look back, no matter how desperately she wanted to know if he liked what he saw.