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      Published: 2015-05-29 Updated: 2017-02-20 Chapters: 3/? Words: 3872
****** Skip Or Strip ******
by JadeFalcon
Summary
     The Trio play a game on the shore of the pond at the Burrow.
      
     WARNING: Story contains underage characters!
Notes
     This was originally supposed to be a big, one-shot story. However,
     due to time constraints, I've decided to post this with multiple
     chapters. I have no idea how many chapters this will be.
     Just something stupid, silly, and porny. This is an AU that takes
     place in the summer between Year 5 and 6. Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** How the game is played *****
"Harry!  Hermione!  Wanna play a game?"
Ron approached the pair sitting on the lawn behind the Burrow.  They turned to
greet him.
"Mate, are your parents gone?"  Harry asked.
Ron paused.  "Err, yeah.  And!  This gives us an opportunity to play a game." 
Ron grinned.
"I know.  I ran it by Hermione last night."  Harry motioned towards the girl
sitting next to him.
Hermione spoke up as Ron made his way around to stand in front of the pair. 
"Ah yes.  Harry told me you came up with a game for us to play down at the
pond?"
A grin blossomed broadly across Ron's freckled face.  "Yep!  Come on!"  He
gestured excitedly and set off for the massive pond at the bottom of the hill.
Harry and Hermione dusted themselves off and set off after their redheaded
friend.
After about two minutes of walking, they came to the shore of the massive pond
at the very edge of the Weasley's property.  They were all familiar with it. 
They fished and swam many times in it over the years.  It was crystal clear
and, according to Weasley Lore, enchanted with a powerful temperature spell
that kept the water cool in the summer and warm in the winter for year-round
use.  The pond was about one-hundred yards long and about seventy or eighty
yards wide.  It was just over twenty feet at its deepest.
The shoreline itself was a mix of tall reeds in places, soft grass, small
sudden drop-offs, and rocks.  There was a dock big enough for five people that
rose just about a foot off of the water's edge.  Roped to it was a small boat
with two paddles inside.
"We have to go to the other side.  It's private over there, and there's a rock
bed on the opposite shore."
Hermione's brow wrinkled in confusion.  "Why do we need privacy?"
Ron chuckled, waving them into the boat.  "You'll see!  Come on!"
The Trio slipped into the boat, which swayed at their combined weight.  Ron
passed Harry a paddle while he took one up front.  Harry pushed off from the
dock with the paddle, and they set off.
Five minutes later, they were safely across.  Ron helped Hermione off, then
held the boat while Harry disembarked.  They pulled the boat ashore so that it
wouldn't drift, then Ron ushered them down the shore line.
Looking back, Harry noticed the Burrow was a tiny speck disappearing behind
some tall reeds on the opposite shoreline.  The angle of the house to where
they were was indeed private.
All three of the teens came to a rocky, flat area that was shaded with massive
Willow and Birch trees.  The gentle breeze rustled the leaves delicately.
Ron surveyed the area briefly, then bent over and picked up a stone.  He tossed
it out into the water, where it sunk with a loud plop!
"Alright," he said finally.  "Hermione, I hear you're an ace rock skipper."
Hermione grinned broadly, and picked up a rock.  She studied it carefully, then
dropped it and selected another.  Satisfied with this one, she stepped up to
the water's edge, steadied her body and aim, and let fly.  The rock skipped
once, flew through the air, connected with the water, and skipped many times
before finally coming to a rest and sinking.
Harry whistled.  "Wow, 'Mione!"
Ron was silent for a moment.  "I can do better."
Hermione snorted.  "What?"
Ron stared pointedly at the water and perked his voice with superiority.  "You
heard me."
Hermione sighed.  "Ron, why does everything have to be a contest with you?"
Ron wheeled on one foot, his hands clasped at the small of his back.  He
stepped slowly, lazily up to Hermione.  "It's no contest here, Hermione. 
I'm...just...better...than..." he stopped in front of Hermione, brought his
hand up, and bopped her lightly on the nose with his finger,  "you".
Hermione's lips clasped to a tight, thin line as Harry stifled a grin behind
his hands.  Her eyes narrowed.
"I beat you at chess," she said icily.  "Skipping stones would merely embarrass
you, Ronald."
"Wanna bet?"
She studied him briefly, then nodded sharply.  "You're on, Ginger."
Ron grinned.  "Good.  Harry, you playing?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders.  "Sure.  I guess."
"Excellent."  The redheaded boy drew his wand and brought it up to his lips. 
"Do the same, and repeat after me."
"Game, Alpha Five, Mark Two."  He brought his wand to the center between the
three of them.  His wand glowed light blue.
Hermione and Harry both looked puzzled, but repeated the incantation.  They
brought their wands to the center.  A white arc of electricity formed a circle
connecting the three wands, which all glowed light blue, before slowly dying
away.
"Good.  We're ready to play."  Ron looked smug.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at the freckled boy.  "What was that?"
Ron smiled.  "Oh nothing.  Just a...minor incantation," he replied silkily.
"What kind of incantation?" Hermione snapped.
Ron grinned broadly.  "The kind that binds your wands to this game.  They won't
work for you, beyond the shores of this lake, until the game is complete."
Both Harry and Hermione stared at Ron in shock.
"And there is no reversal spell.  The spell is only lifted at the completion of
the game."
"You sod!" snapped Harry.  "Wh...why would you do this?"
"This is very juvenile, Ron!" seethed Hermione.  "I could always just get
another wand."
Ron snorted loudly.  "Or...you could just play the game, 'Mione."  He crossed
his freckled arms in front of him.
Hermione gritted her teeth as both she and Harry stared at Ron.  Harry finally
spoke up.
"Alright.  What's the game?"
Ron unfolded his arms and turned towards the lake.  "The game is called 'Skip
Or Strip'.  It's kind of a version of Strip Poker.  Both require skill and a
good amount of luck."
Hermione groaned and buried her face in her hands.  "I will not be a stripper
for your amusement!" she shouted indignantly.
Beside her, Harry chuckled.  "Actually, it sounds like fun."
Hermione wheeled on the raven-haired boy.  "Well.  That figures.  Of course
you'd enjoy this!"
"And you wouldn't?"
"What?  No!"
"You don't trust us," Harry said with a huff.
Hermione gaped.  "That...that is..."
Ron spoke up.  "Hermione, it's just us three out here."
Hermione looked dejected.  "I...I know that...it...it's just..."
"So let's just have some fun, yeah?" Ron finished gently.
Hermione lapsed into silence.  Ron turned his gaze towards Harry.
Harry sighed and shrugged.  "Yeah, okay mate."
"I...I just..." Hermione stuttered uncomfortably.  "I've...never
been...naked...with anyone."  She blushed bright red.
Harry laughed.  "I doubt that, love.  Besides..." he held up a hand, stalling
Hermione's rebuttals.  "Nobody knows who's gonna be naked, because we haven't
played the game yet!"
Harry turned to Ron.  "How the hell do you play this game anyways?"
Ron grinned once more.  He pointed to two distant reed stalks that stuck up
from the water, approximately fifty feet from the shoreline.  They were spaced
about twenty feet apart.  Each stalk was clearly visible, as they were both
thicker than a broomstick handle.
"See those reeds?  They are magically enhanced specifically for this game.  The
goal is to skip your rock a selected number of times on the water until it
crosses between those two reeds.  The rock must either cross between the reeds,
or stop directly between them.  If the rock fails to make it to the reeds, or
if the number of skips is less than the number you selected, then you must
remove one article of clothing."
Harry and Hermione both absorbed this information and nodded silently.
"That is where the wands come in.  You pick up a rock that you want, and tap it
with your wand while saying the number that you believe you can skip the rock
on the water when it crosses the reeds."
Hermione spoke up.  "But how will we know how many skips the rock made?  They
move very fast."
Ron nodded.  "That is true.  That's why you tap the rock and claim your
number.  When you skip the rock; when it finally sinks in the water, a blue
wisp of smoke will appear from the place where it sunk, and it will display the
actual number of times that the rock skipped."
Ron paused, studying the two for a moment.  "Here...I'll show you.  I'll use an
example modification on my wand."
Ron bent down to retrieve a stone from the shore.  Once he found the stone he
wanted, he straitened up and brought his blue-glowing wand to his lips. 
"Example, Mod Three, Mark Five."
Then he thought for a moment while studying the stone in his freckled hand.  He
looked out across the water, then tapped the stone with his wand.  "Nine," he
called out.
Aiming carefully, he let the stone fly.  The Trio watched as the stone bounced
along the water's surface before finally sinking just inches beyond the reed
stalks.  As told, the blue wisp of smoke appeared: 11.
"See?" Ron gestured.  "I'd be safe from removing anything, because not only did
I cross the reeds, but I actually had more skips than I set on the rock."
Hermione nodded thoughtfully.  "So you don't actually know how many skips the
rock will make.  Only how many you're guessing with the number you select."
Ron nodded again.  "Correct."
Something occurred to Harry.  "What happens if I select a number, but the skips
are actually higher than the number I select...but...the stone sinks short of
the reeds?"
"Then you would have to remove an article of clothing.  As long as the stone
lands on the line or crosses it, then you are safe.  But only if the number of
skips the stone makes is equal to the number you selected, or more."
Hermione spoke up suddenly.  "Who wins and who loses this game?"
"The winner is the person who still has at least one article of clothing on. 
The losers are the two who are the first to be naked.  There can only be one
winner, and two losers."
Ron continued.  "And, at the end of the game, the winner gets to decide the
punishment of the losers.  The punishments may be performed together or
separately."
"Any other questions?"
Harry and Hermione were silent.  The game seemed simple enough.
"Good.  And, for the record: shoes and socks both equal one article of
clothing.  You cannot remove one and claim one article of clothing.  Both must
be removed."
Hermione sighed irritably.  Ron knew she would try that tactic.
Hermione turned to Ron.  "How did you come up with this game anyways?"
Ron blushed.  "Actually...it's the Twins' game.  They designed it.  I caught
them out here playing it last week, and they explained it."
Harry grinned.  "Did you...ya know...have fun with them too?"
Ron's freckles buried themselves deep in his blushed cheeks.  "No!  No I did
not, thank you!"
Harry laughed and elbowed him playfully.
The redheaded boy gathered his composure.  "Right, you guys ready?"
Both of his best friends nodded in unison.
"Good.  Let's play..."
                         To_be_continued_in_chapter_2.
***** Round 1 *****
Chapter Summary
     Ron has tricked Harry and Hermione into playing a game against their
     wills. Each of their wands will not work until the game is complete.
     And in order to win, you have to keep your clothes on.....
Chapter Notes
     Hey folks! I'm so sorry it's been almost two years since I last
     updated this story! I'm just going to post Round 1 here; a quick
     little chapter with nothing fancy. And I may do Round 2 today in a
     separate chapter.
     Each "Round" will be a new chapter.
     Thanks so much for your patience regarding this story, and I'm sorry
     it's taken so long to get back to working on it. Enjoy!
"Who wants to start?" Ron asked.
Hermione stepped forward.  "I guess I will.  I'm playing to win."
Harry and Ron both grinned at one-another.  "I have to say, Ron...this was
pretty sneaky."
Ron laughed.  "Mate, you have no idea.  I thought if I brought it up without an
incentive, Hermione would kill me."
Hermione snorted; her eyes narrowing at the redheaded boy.  "Oh I can still do
that, Weasley."
Returning her gaze to the ground, she searched out a stone to throw; picking up
several to study before making her decision.  She dropped the other stones to
the ground.
Looking out across the water, she sized up the reed targets.  Tapping her
glowing wand against the stone in her hand, she called out her guess.  "Nine!"
Taking a step forward, she cocked her arm sideways and snapped it forward,
letting the stone fly.  It bounced once on the water before settling into a
series of skips that stopped a foot short of the reed.
She let out a curse, knowing that she was short before she even saw the
number.  A wisp of red smoke went up from the water's surface from where her
stone sank out of sight.  7
Ron let out a bark of laughter as Hermione huffed and pouted with her hands on
her hips.  "Red smoke means you didn't make it, love."
Hermione snarled.  "Dammit!"
Harry grinned.  "Chose an article of clothing, 'Mione."
Her eyes narrowed again as she stooped down to untie each of her shoes;
slipping them off.  She was not wearing any socks.
Ron crowed in glee.  "You're not wearing any socks?"
"It was a nice day," Hermione grumbled dully.  "My feet get hot."  A blush rose
to her cheeks.
Harry called out.  "I'll go next."
He knelt down and searched out a stone, finally selecting one of about 4 that
he inspected.  Standing fully once more, he studied the water and stepped
forward on the bank, adjusting his stance accordingly.
He tapped the stone with his glowing wand.  "Seven!"
Like Hermione, he cocked his arm sideways and snapped it forward, hurdling the
stone through the air at alarming speed.
The stone skipped once and sailed through the air.  It connected once again
with the surface of the water and skipped many times, sailing well past the
reeds before slowing and sinking out of sight.
A blue wisp of smoke appeared.  11
Harry let out a joyous "whoop!" and gave Ron a high-five.
Hermione blanched and sighed in outrage.
"How did you do that?!" she snapped.
Harry grinned.  "Meh," he shrugged.  "It's called 'skill', Hermione."
The brown-haired girl pursed her lips together in a thin line; her eyes
narrowing in a nasty glare that darted back and forth between Harry and the
pond; as if she were trying to decide who to blame for her failure in this
round.
Ron laughed and bent to retrieve a stone from the ground.  "Guess it's my
turn."
Like Harry, Ron stepped forward and studied the expanse of water.  He steadied
his stance and tapped the stone with his wand.  "Eight!"
He cocked his freckled arm sideways and sent the stone flying through the air.
As Hermione watched, she knew immediately that the stone was thrown too high.
Surely enough, the stone hit the water's surface and skipped three times before
sinking well short of the reeds.
Harry roared in laughter, and Ron's face fell.  "AAAWWW!"
Hermione laughed merrily as a red puff of smoke rose from the water.  4
"Four?!" Harry howled in laughter.  "That's pathetic, Ron!"
Hermione agreed.  "I can only imagine who's going to be the first one to lose
this game!"  She smiled cheekily at her best friend.
Ron let out a sharp sigh as he worked to say something, but finally settled on
glaring at the water.
"Pick an item, Ginger," Hermione said.
Ron turned a withering glare her direction.  "Don't call me that!"
Hermione chuckled.
Sighing once more, Ron reached down to the hem of his Chudley Cannons shirt and
pulled the garment up and over his head.  He wasn't wearing anything beneath
it, leaving his incredibly freckled torso exposed to the cool air.  Even in the
shade of the bank, the bright light of the surrounding sun caused his pale skin
to glow brightly.
Harry laughed.  "Could you be any more pale?"
Hermione shared a laugh with her raven-haired friend as she traced her gaze
over Ron's freckled shoulders, chest, and arms.  "You're going to have so many
new freckles after today, Ron."
Ron looked down at his pale torso and the speckled skin of his arms and
shoulders.  "I know," he said gloomily.
"Don't feel bad," said Hermione with a wiry grin.  "They're like your own
plumage!"
"Hey...yeah," Harry agreed.  "You can show them off to attract a mate!"
Ron thought about this for a second, then looked in Hermione's direction,  He
grinned and quickly struck a pose; flexing his arms in front of him, and
turning to expose his freckled shoulders and back.
Hermione's head fell back in laughter and she brought a hand up to conceal her
blush.
"You are so cheesy," she chuckled in mirth.
Harry chuckled as well.  "So...Hermione, I think it's your turn once more..."
 
To be continued in "Round 2".
***** Round 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     The score stands as such:
     -Harry remains fully clothed.
     -Hermione has removed her shoes (is not wearing any socks).
     -Ron has removed his shirt (not wearing anything beneath it; is
     currently bare-chested).
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Hmm.  So it is."
Hermione looked down at the rocky shore; searching out a stone.  After plucking
several from the soft sandy soil, she made her decision on one, and dropped the
rest in a pile at her feet.
She drew her wand and stepped towards the water's edge.  Studying the reeds
beyond for a moment, the young woman made her decision.
Hermione tapped her wand on the stone.  "Seven!"
Cocking her arm sideways, she hurdled the pale object at the water's surface. 
And even before it struck, she knew it was a good toss.
The rock struck the water's surface with a sharp 'crack', and sailed about two
feet above the surface of the pond before settling into a quick series of skips
that trailed strait through the reeds.  The rock tumbled out of sight and sank
approximately four feet past the reeds.
A blue puff of smoke rose from where her rock was last seen.  13.
"Champion!" she cried, pumping her fist in triumph.
Ron and Harry both shouted approval and raised their hands.  She clapped them
both soundly with her own.
"That was a good skip!" Harry said with astonishment, patting her on the
shoulder.
Ron nodded approvingly.  "Thirteen skips!  I don't think anyone's gonna beat
that."
Hermione glowed and beamed at the pond in approval.  "My grandfather taught me
how to skip stones when I was younger.  We would do it for a few hours a day
when I visited his home in Australia.  He had a small pond on his property; far
smaller than this."  She gestured to the expanse of water before her.  "He was
really good at it."
"Do you still see him?" asked Ron.
Hermione's face fell.  "No," she replied softly.  "He died just before I turned
eleven."
The Trio of friends were quiet for a moment.  "Sorry 'Mione," Harry said
quietly.
Hermione shook her head and gave a faint smile.  "It was almost five years
ago," she replied.  "And I still see my grandmother."
She addressed the boys before they could reply.  "So....Harry?  You're next."
The raven-haired boy repeated his quest for the perfect stone; stooping several
times to pluck them from the shore.
He finally selected one, studying it briefly, and then stepping towards the
pond.
He steadied his stance and tapped the stone with his wand.
"Nine!"
Once again, he cocked his arm and let fly.  The stone hit the water
surprisingly close to the shore and sailed high before falling and skipping
along the water's surface.
It stopped directly between the reeds and sank.
A puff of red smoke appeared, and Harry gave a cry of outrage.  5
Ron let out a hearty guffaw, and Hermione cackled in glee.
"Five?  Come on mate...." Ron slapped his thigh in mirth.  "You're embarrassing
men everywhere!"
"Oh?" Harry exclaimed indignantly.  "And you did better, did you Freckles?"
"Don't call me that!" Ron shouted.
Hermione shouted for their attention.  "Oy!  Shut up, both of you!"
She lowered her voice once more.  "Harry.  Clothing."
Harry pouted briefly, then bent to untie his shoes.
"What are you doing?" Ron called to him.
Harry looked up.  "Huh?"
"What are you doing?"
Harry looked puzzled.  "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"It looks like you're taking the easy way out."
 "....what?"
"Your shoes," Ron said pointedly.  "Why not take your shirt off instead?  I
did."
Harry paused for a moment.  "You want me to take my shirt off?"
Ron blushed beneath his freckles.  "I...no...I just..." he stuttered.  "It
would...uh...make it fair.  That's all."
Harry glanced over at Hermione.  She had the tiniest of smiles playing at the
corner of her mouth.
A thought suddenly occurred to Harry.  Huh....yeah, okay....
"Alright, well....sure.  I guess."
Harry straitened fully and reached down for the hem of his shirt.  He peeled
the garment up his pale torso and over his head.
Bundling the shirt up with his hands, Harry dropped it behind him on the shore.
Hermione sucked in a breath.  Oh my....
Harry's torso was a different kind of pale than Ron's torso.  Whereas Ron was
covered in freckles, which helped his translucent skin have some sort of depth
and character, Harry's skin was just solid white.  It off-set his pitch-black
hair, and made his bright green eyes stand out vividly.
He was quite fit from his many hours of Quidditch practice.  Lean, but also
muscular.  His abdominal muscles were smooth and well-defined, but not deeply
cut.
And, with a blush, she took notice of Harry's tan nipples.  Unlike Ron's, which
were wider and far more pale, Harry's nipples were smaller and darker; like tan
little studs on his chest.
And she noticed that they had quickly hardened in the cool breeze.
Hermione took stock of Harry standing there in his jeans; thumbs hooked to his
pockets, hair all wild and spiky, and eyes gleaming with mischief, and she felt
herself flush in arousal.
He was absolutely gorgeous.  And adorable as well.
Just behind and to the left of Harry, Ron noticed Hermione blushing profusely. 
He grinned.
"I think she likes what she sees, mate."
Hermione gave a haughty snort and turned away, crossing her arms over her
chest.  "Shut up, Ronald!" she snapped.
Ron bristled, but Harry stepped in and interrupted him before he could retort. 
"Ron...it's your turn."
The redheaded boy paused, glaring at Hermione, before turning away and looking
down for a stone to skip.
He stooped down, trying several before making his choice.  He stood back up
fully and addressed the pond.
Ron brought his wand to the stone and tapped it.  "Eight!" he said firmly.
Taking two steps forward and cocking his arm sideways, Ron let fly with his
stone.
The light-grey chunk of ancient rock went flying across the water's surface; as
if it were hovering from some sort of invisible charm.  It touched the water
about half-way to the reeds and skipped once.  It leveled out again as it
continued on its journey before settling into a series of quick, short skips
that passed the reeds by merely a foot.
A puff of blue smoke emerged from his rock's last known position.  9
Ron grinned and pumped his fist in triumph.  Harry called out congratulations
to his best friend.  "Well done, mate!"
Even Hermione conceded her approval.  Barely.  "Well done," she said lightly.
Ron nodded.  "Thanks.  And it's your turn once again."
"Hmm, so it is."  Hermione squirmed.  "But let's take a break."
Harry snorted.  "But we just started!"
"I know," Hermione said.  "But..."
Ron looked at her expectantly after the pause.  "But what?" he said.
Hermione squirmed once more, looking incredibly uncomfortable.  And a blush
appeared once again across her rose-tinged features.
"I need to use the loo..."
 
To_be_continued_in_"Round_3".
Chapter End Notes
     I'm writing this to help clear my head for my story "Hear You Me". I
     figured a light-hearted naughty story would do me good.
     I'm kinda making these chapters up as I go along. But I still welcome
     suggestions!
End Notes
     FOLKS: Please leave me a comment with suggestions as to what each
     person should make the others do as punishment if they win. It can be
     a punishment with each other, or solo.
     So what would you like to see them do, and who do you think is going
     to win this game?
     Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! Comments and Kudos are
     greatly appreciated.
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