Slytherin Me (18 +)

Need me to 'Spell' it out? (Harry x Ginny)

These events happen around year 4-5 where they are still at Hogwarts. For the sake of fantasy, disregard any relationships besides the ones discussed.

"You're all watching, right?"

Flitwick's squeaky voice sounded through the halls, a nice touch provided by his amplification charm (a feat he commonly bragged for perfecting).

"Give me a break," Ron sighed lazily. "When will we ever use charms in class? Why don't they teach us something useful for once, like a spell to pick up bitches?"

Harry sighs. Usually, charms was a perfect time to daydream about Hermione's luscious lips and curvy body, but today was different.

"I think you'll want to listen today. We may not learn a 'hocus pocus hoes cum with us' but I think this'll help."

Ron, dumbfounded by his partner's sudden intent to study, listens carefully. Harry only ever cares about getting laid... I wonder what we are learning today.

"As I was saying, this is a multistage charm performed with a single phrase: a mixture of the levitating spell, wingardium leviosa, and capturentra, the photographing charm. Together, it's a swish, light flick, and a soft wand thrust. Now, with me, say wingardium capturentia!"

The rest of the class follows.

"This spell is quite handy to take pictures of objects concealed behind others. Whether this is secret plans by rogue wizards, hidden people in cloaks, or another object of your design, it's an important spell to learn, especially if you'd like to become an Auror."

Flitwick, dismissing the class for a period of self practice, turns around and jumps off the desk.

Ron turns over, dismayed.

"How will this spell help us get to mess around with foxy witches? You tricked me, dude. I expected better."

Harry smirks. "And who do you think I am? The power in spells lies not in their function, but how the wielder uses them." He smiles at his finger pal, expecting praise. He receives a blank stare instead.

"Man, that was poetic. Good for you. Now—Mr. Chosen One, may thou please bequeath upon me thine holiest method of quenching my eternal horniness?"

Harry elbows him and they erupt into a fit of laughs.

"Shut up man. But think about it this way."

He leans in and whispers in Ron's ear.

"Did you know that most witches go commando under their robes?"

Ron shudders, his entire body flashing a muted red. Slowly, his head turns, until he's facing Harry's beaming, proud face.

"And of course you know this from..."

"Ron, Ron, Ron." Harry tsks. "Who do you take me for, an amateur? It takes a certain horniness to achieve such desperate measures. You see—I've been mastering this charm since we learned the original levitating one in our first year!"

"Blimey—you're mental. A bloody genius, of course, but mental. So..."

"Exactly, Ron. If you whisper the incantation, the camera doesn't make a sound."

Flitwick's voice booms from ahead.

"I hear lots of chatter. Is everyone practicing? I expect nothing but perfect form for next class!"

Harry wraps his arm around Ron's shoulders, rubbing his head with his fist comfortably.

"You heard the man—let's get to practice!"