Sorry for the short chapters, but that's just how I do them. I have 40 handwritten pages, so it might take a while to get in here...expect it all done in a couple weeks. Keep checking back, and thanks for the reviews!



*One Week Later From Chapter 1*

Ron awoke to a series of loud grunts. He rolled over and rubbed his eyes awake.

"Harry?" he called through the curtains to the bed on his right.

There was silence, then, finally, an asnwer.

"Yeah, Ron?"

"Are you wankin AGAIN?" he asked, rolling his eyes.

"Hold - On.." Harry replied between gasps. Ron sat up and yawned, stretching his arms above his head. At last he heard a sigh.

"Done?"

"Yeah...but shh, be quiet, someone's gonna hear you," Harry whispered.

"Oh c'mon 'Arry, not a guy in here hasn't heard you shaving the carrot," came an Irish accent from across the room.

"It's true," came another voice that sounded black. Harry blushed.

As if on cue, Seamus, Ron, and Dean all parted their curtains and abandoned their beds, gathering outside of Harry's. Neville, however, stayed asleep.

A dim glow could be seen through the material that sraped over the four posts of his bead.

"All put away?" Ron asked.

"Yes."

Seamus, Dean, and Ron parted the curtains and, cautiousley, sat on his bed. A Playboy magazine was lying open on the foot of Harry's bed, a flashlight levitating over it. Ron snatched it up and started flipping through the pages, smiling periodically.

"How come Hagrid only gets YOU nudee mags?" Seamus complained. Ron and Dean knodded in agreeance as Seamus took the magazine from Ron.

"Alright...I didn't want to tell you, but Majesta cursed me. Everynight at 4 I wake up with major wood," he explained, wiping his forhead, looking down, embarrassed.

Seamus, Ron and Dean all burst out laughing, covering their mouths to keep quiet.

"You gotta watch out for those two," Ron said, a wicked smile flowing over his face. "Craftiest witches I ever met...not to mention those bods!"

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It was the last class of the day, Advanced Wand Techniques, which Gryffindo had with Ravenclaw. Majesta and Luna were sitting next to each other, passing notes as Professor Flitwick droned on about "Spindillium Cardona".

"Remember what you learned your first day in this class in your first year, swish and flick," he said for the zillionth time that year, illustrating how it was to be done.

"Say, Harry," Majesta called, leaning forward and looking to her left so Harry could see and hear her. "How IS the swish and flick going?" Her and Luna laughed.

He felt his cheeks redden and he pretended to look through his book.

Class soon ended, and as they were entering the corridor, Majesta tapped Harry's shoulder.

"Hey, umm, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to embarrass you. I just thought a little jerkoff curse might loosen you up and have some fun." With that, she performed a counter curse.

"Thanks," he replied.

"Welcome...well then, I'll see you around," she turned on her heel, then spun back. "Instantos Orgasmo!"

Harry's face twisted in pleasure as she walked away.