Ginny peeled off her skirt, and actually unbuttoned her blouse, remarking that the room was a bit too warm. It was Ginny’s turn to deal. "Umm, Hermione?" she asked, "What do Harry and Ron do now if they lose?"
Ginny’s innocent question gave Hermione the key to potentially unlocking her little mystery. "Well, how about if anyone who loses a hand, but has nothing left with which to bet, pays the winner another way . . . say by doing absolutely anything that the winner asks them to do?"
Ginny, of course, loved the idea since she still had on the most clothing. Harry and Ron looked a bit apprehensive, but literally had nothing left to lose, so they agreed.
Ironically, Harry and Ron tied on the hand Ginny dealt, both holding pairs of fours. Ginny forfeited her blouse and Hermione her camisole. Ron won the next hand, but Hermione had wisely sat out with a two and a seven. Ginny pulled her camisole off over her head and called her brother a Wanker when he merely commanded Harry to give Ginny a kiss, although she actually enjoy the rather lingering kiss from the very naked Harry.
On Hermione’s deal, Harry won the hand, and quickly commanded Ron to help the two girls divest themselves of their next articles of clothing. Ron made to rise from the bed, but both Hermione and Ginny turned their backs to him so he could unfasten their bras and push the straps from their shoulders, Hermione flushing a little as they turned back toward Harry and Ron and she noticed the hungry stares of both boys looking from one girl to the next. ‘How can Ginny sit there so calmly?’ she wondered to herself, as her heart hammered in her chest. Ginny appeared completely unaffected by the attention.
Ginny won the next hand, and both Harry and Ron knew they could be in serious trouble. She motioned for Hermione to wait when she was about to slip her knickers off, and Ginny looked Harry directly in the eye as she said, "Okay Potter, let’s see then."
Harry looked at her blankly, no idea what she meant. "On your feet Potter," she commanded. "Hermione and I want to see what you’ve been hiding under those Quidditch robes all these years. A slow stroll around the room should do it."
A muscle in Harry’s jaw twitched, but he refused to show any fear as he pushed himself roughly off the bed and to his feet. He could feel the color creeping up his cheeks; parading his nudity in front of three people was not nearly as comfortable as nakedness while seated, but he hoped his flushed face wouldn’t show in the candlelight as he strutted around the room (strolling was for girls), very aware of the three pairs of eyes on him, and equally aware that his penis was no longer bobbing merrily, but was jutting rather purposely forward, proudly leading the way. A mocking voice inside his head whispered ‘OK, so maybe my Dad did strut.’
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