Part 9 by Hildigunnur
Harry walked into the Charms classroom, his head full of thoughts about the night before and the dreams he had afterwards. Even though the night had been full of the customary interruptions, he and Ginny had managed to get some quality time in between intercepting letter about an impending Death Eaters attack, nearly getting caught by McGonagall and Snape, and having to find Dumbledore to let him know about the letter. He sighed, his dreams had indeed been delicious. Full of scarlet hair, chocolate brown eyes, cherry lips, cream-white flesh and the knowing he had just met his dreams incarnated at breakfast made him shiver with pleasure. He simply couldn't get enough of Ginny.
Ron and Hermione seemed to be full of similar thoughts as they walked past him into the classroom, completely absorbed in each other. Wouldn't it be nice to be able to do the same thing with Ginny? Having her in his class. Or maybe not. There would be no way he could concentrate on anything but her. Harry slipped into the seat behind his two best friends and watched them whisper sweet nothings to each others while they waited for Professor Flitwick. Suddenly he felt a warm body in the seat besides him.
"Hi, McGonagall told me that I should sit with you in Charms instead of going to History of Magic," said Ginny in a low voice. Harry smiled but couldn't help wonder why she wanted Ginny there.
"Good morning, class," said a familiar voice but it wasn't the squeaky voice of Flitwick. Instead of him, there was McGonagall who looked more stiff than usual. "I asked Professor Flitwick if I could take his class over today for there is a matter I need to discuss with you."
Harry didn't like her tone even though he could detect a slight nervousness in it. His classmates seemed to share his sentiments.
"I'm very concerned about your behaviour and I have to admit I have taken drastic steps to prevent the serious consequences it can result in. For some time I have suspected that everyone here are ... what should I say ... sexually active." Few gasps could be heard but silence fell quickly on the class.
"After a small inspection last night before the house elves cleaned up, I found several objects that confirm my suspicion." McGonagall heaved a bag onto the desk while Harry desperately tried to remember if there could be some object that would reveal his and Ginny's nocturnal activities.
"First, there is this book I found in the common room last night," said McGonagall as she laid a book on the desk. Hermione emitted a loud yelp. "Yes, Miss Granger. You should know this book since it has your name in it. What on earth are you doing with Apollo Lyre and Icarus Wings: Theory and Practice of Advanced Amatorius Charms?"
Hermione didn't answer, apparently completely lost for words. Ron seemed also to be affected, Harry could see that the tips of his ears were the same colour as his hair.
"Yes, Weasley. I think we have found the reason behind your perpetual grin," said McGonagall dryly as she kept bringing out items that made their alleged owners blush furiously. McGonagall had brought forth an ostrich feather which had been found in a greenhouse that only Professor Sprout and a certain Gryffindor had access to and one didn't have to a genius to see who that was. Neville sounded like he was having an asthma attack when he saw the feather and his round face was so red that it looked like all the blood had gone to his cheeks.
Harry and Ginny were the last to have evidence presented against them. A pair of navy socks with Harry's initials that had been found in the girls' bathroom. Funnily enough, Ginny had just forgotten them there after taking a shower, not after a hot rendez-vous with Harry but McGonagall wasn't buying any of that.
"I'm
appalled by you lot. The Head Girl, the Quidditch Captain, all of you, behaving
in such promiscuous manner. This is nothing less than fornication and I swear
if this behaviour continues, your parents and guardians will be notified." By
the look of McGonagall's face, Harry was sure she had the letters already
written. He felt angry, they were all old enough, even Ginny had turned
seventeen and who was McGonagall to tell them off? Judging by what Snape had
called her, they had to be on quite intimate term. This hypocrisy made Harry's
blood boil. Minnie, he thought, tell
on me and I'll tell on you.
***
Minerva felt her feet tremble. This was much harder then she had thought and she wasn't sure if she had accomplished anything but the total mortification of her students. She certainly needed a strong drink before her next class and went straight for the drinks cabinet in the teachers' room but before opening it, she noticed that she wasn't alone there. Snape was sitting in the far corner and all colour seemed to be drained from his face, there wasn't even a hint of yellow in it. He was holding a small glass vial with green liquid.
"Severus, something wrong?" she asked and he jerked his head towards her like he had been frozen.
"This is terrible," he whispered in a desperate tone, "I forgot to administer my seventh years the Frigidus Juice last night."
"Just double the dose tonight then, if we can prevent the Death Eaters attack," she said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"You don't
understand. It needs twenty-four hours to work and the effects last for
twenty-four hour after that. Even if I'd force-feed them it now, the effects will wear off around dinner time
tonight and we will have a pandemonium on our hands, a Death Eaters attack or
not." She felt the gaze of his burning eyes and his voice was dimmer than
usual.
"Severus, they aren't going to get
it on during dinner. Even my energetic Gryffindors can contain themselves when
it matters."
"You don't understand. The potion
suppressed only but doesn't remove if you know what I mean. When the effects
wear off, the subjects are suddenly filled with a build-up of sexual tension.
We are not only facing a Death Eaters invasion but a bunch of sex-crazed
Slytherins!"
