Prompt:

Albus Dumbledore was quite annoyed. All his manipulation, planning, were coming unwound. Harry was supposed to go with Ginevra. He put on a grandfatherly facade and approached. "You won your bet, Filius." Said diminutive professor cackled in response.

One-Shot:

It had been quite the strange week for Harry Potter. His classes at Hogwarts had somehow taken a turn to the bizarre, and he had no idea why. He, of course, had no way to know that at the staff meeting the week prior, a limited agenda had led the staff towards gossip. Specifically, his relationship status. And they had taken it upon themselves to draw up a wager about who he'd end up with.

You might wonder why this had any effect on Harry. Surely the staff would simply watch and wait, with anticipation making the wager that much sweeter. You would, of course, be wrong in that assumption. Patience was not the strong suit of a Hogwarts staff that saw one of their number die, injured, or leaving the castle each year. No, better they help the process along. And if it meant they could collect their winnings sooner rather than later, well, all the better. So bizarre Harry's week became, as the staff showed remarkably little subtlety in their efforts.

SNAPE

"Take your seats" Professor Snape sneered as he swept into the Potions classroom. Reaching his desk at the front of the room as the clattering of stools ceased, he turned to address his students, his voice sharp and quiet.

"At the start I am certain that I impressed upon each of you the standards to which your work will be held this year. Your pathetic attempts at the Draught of Living Death last week fell far short of this standard. I expect better, or the consequences will be...severe."

His gaze swept the room, taking in the students before him, before his gaze halted on Harry Potter. His nemesis, yet also... His lip curled in disgust.

"Potter! Your attempt with Weasley was particularly dreadful. It is long past time I broke up your little duo of mediocrity. Gather your things and move to the front desk. You will swap places with Davis - from today you will be paired with Greengrass."

His eyes flicked to the front desk and the girl sat at it. A small smile graced the corners of his lips as he looked at Slytherin's so called "pureblood princess". Blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, perfect alabaster skin - she was the girl all the boys wanted, and she wrapped all of them around her fingers. She'd have her claws in Potter before long, he knew it.

He waited a moment until the noise from Potter and Davis trading places quieted, and then continued.

"We will try something slightly simpler today. Whilst the process may not be as complex as last week's, note the precise timings involved - you will need to work closely with your partners in order to complete a successful brew." He waved his wand at the board, and his eyes again drifted to Potter.

"You will be making the Potion of Increased Libido." Harry spluttered, and he wasn't the only one. But Snape didn't care. "Begin immediately. And Potter?"

Harry looked up at him, the look of disbelief still on his face. "I do not abide untidy workstations in this classroom. Detention this evening, for you and your partner."

He swept away from the desk as both Potter and Greengrass expressed their displeasure to themselves, and smirked. One evening of being made test subjects for the libido potion samples, and he'd definitely win that bet.

SPROUT

"Settle down, settle down!" Pomona called. "We have a lot to do today, so no wasting time!"

Her gaze swept the class, their attentive faces gazing down the greenhouse towards her until the reached the end table where she saw Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and...a tree. She smiled happily to herself.

"Ah, Mr Potter, I'm so sorry. I was re-potting that Wild Whilstling Oak earlier and didn't have time to finish before class. You'll need another workstation for this lesson. Come up here to the front, there's a spare station here oppostite Miss Bones."

She happily watched as Harry Potter moved his things, and dropped down onto the seat. He and Susan smiled at each other in greeting, and she continued.

"We have worked with many different magical plants lately, but it is important to remember that there are more than just magical plants out there in the world. So today, we will be studying a variety of common muggle plants in order to examine and record their properties. Yes Miss Granger?"

"Excuse me Professor," Hermione began, "But there aren't any muggle plants on the syllabus, shouldn't we be working with Rotting Roots next?"

Pomona had expected this. Nothing got past Granger, and she was right of course, but damned if she was going to lose those galleons. She'd had to make changes.

"Quite right Miss Granger, quite right. But there is more to a study of botany than just a syllabus. Sometimes you must look broader in order to learn. Now, you'll be working in pairs today and I'll assign each pair a different plant. Let's start here at the front."

A smirk that was rarely seen on Pomona Sprout's face appeared as she waved her wand and continued. "Potter, Bones, you'll be working with this pair of melons. These firm, plump fruits are common in the muggle world."

She watched as Susan Bones quickly went beet red, and crossed her arms. Everything was going as planned. The bet would be hers. She couldn't resist one more nudge before turning to the next pair.

"I've heard giving them a squeeze is something muggles find fascinating. Perhaps you should start there Potter?"

MCGONAGALL

"That is quite enough!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed sharply, to quiet the chatter in her classroom. She looked across the classroom and noted each student had their partially transfigured blocks of wood in front of them. Some looking closer to the boat sculpture they were supposed to be aiming for than others. She mentally sighed as she saw Longbottom's still didn't seem to have changed at all.

"Put your materials away." she ordered, "Today we will be taking a break from shaping transfiguration to instead focus on giving you experience transfiguring a new material type, as well as isolating the effects of your magic."

"Erm...what was that Professor?" Ron Weasley blurted out. She sighed, "That is to say, Mr Weasley, today we will be focusing on fabric. And in order to focus your magic, you will transfigure fabric that your partner is wearing without allowing that transfiguration to bleed over into their person."

"But...you mean we're transfiguring each other's clothes Professor?!" Hermione Granger asked, sounding outraged. But Minerva smiled as she answered.

"Rest assured Miss Granger, this is an important aspect of studying transfiguration. Fabric is a delicate material which requires care and controlled emotion to work with, particularly when changing it into more obscure variants, and flesh is numerogically opposed to its makeup in most ways - by working to transfigure worn clothing, you will be honing your ability to separate materials during the transfiguration process and avoid magical bleed during more complex transfigurations."

Hermione looked a little more agreeable now, though a light blush seemed to cover her cheeks. Minerva's smile grew.

"Now, I will pair each of you up and assign each of you your aims for the lesson. I have reviewed the latest in muggle fashion when compiling these aims, so that you will each already have some level of familiarity. You may then begin immediately. Miss Granger, Mr Potter, we will begin with you."

She pulled out a scroll containing the assignments, and had to work really, really hard to keep an evil smile off her face. Albus be damned, she'd win this bet no matter what. None of the others had the ability to make them wear skimpy clothing in front of each other.

"Miss Granger, you will be working to change Mr Potter's clothes into some skintight workout attire." Both students began to blush heavily, and Minerva licked her lips carefully before continuing.

"Mr Potter, you will work to change Miss Granger's clothes into a tied crop-top, a short plaid miniskirt, and fishnet stockings."

Hermione let out a gasp of shock and began spluttering, Ron Weasley yelled out in outrage, but Minerva only had eyes for the goofy smirk that had plastered itself on Harry's face. Oh yes, this was her win.

FLITWICK

"Now today everyone, we're going to go over some spells we learned in previous years." Professor Flitwick began.

"Never forget that in charms, it's important to keep practicing that which you've learned. Unlike most other branches of magic, familiarity with charms atrophies over time, so they must be regularly revisited to maintain your skills!"

A knock came at the classroom door, and a horde of older years trooped in.

"Ah yes, come in, come in!" Flitwick welcomed. "Now class, some of my seventh years have volunteered to help you in this class in exchange for some extra credit. I'll pair each of you up with one of them. Let's start with you Miss Chang, could you work with Mr Potter please?"

Filius beamed as Cho blushingly made her way over to Harry, and the two were careful to avoid each others' eyes.

"Now, I think we'll have you work on Wingardium Leviosa Mr Potter. Miss Chang will hold different objects for you to float, and you'll go through them in turn. Remember, it's a firm swish and flick! There's a good lad, let's start with this book."

Cho picked up the book he indicated and held it close to her, still seemed embarassed. Harry dutifully cast the spell, and Filius' beaming smile looked like the cat who caught the canary. You see, with charms, a lack of practice often meant someone overcompensated when returning to a spell - being unable to fully remember how much magic to feed the spell. Usually the results could be quite amusing. In this case, well, Filius turned away as Cho let out a loud "eep" and quickly flattened her skirt whilst Harry's jaw hit the desk.

"Five points to Gryffindor, Mr Potter." he muttered to himself. "And ten galleons to me."

ALBUS

Albus Dumbledore sat behind his desk, popping a lemon drop into his mouth as Harry Potter filed into his office. When he'd made the bet he'd been sure it was a given. No effort needed, an easy few galleons to fund his next batch of lemon drops. But then, over the course of the week the reports from around the school had started to flood in.

Daphne Greengrass caught by Filch in the dungeons with Harry Potter after curfew, returning from a Potions detention. Which seemed perfectly innocent until an hour later Madame Pomphrey flooed him to let him know that Filch had brought Harry to her sporting a magical erection that she'd need to keep him overnight to cure.

He'd noticed Harry's odd tendency to start eating fresh melon for breakfast the last few days, and in fact he seemed to do more squeezing than eating usually whilst looking at the Hufflepuff table. Susan Bones' newly discovered tendency to wear form fitting robes and blush like a tomato when she saw Harry had been commented on at the staff table, and Albus could put two and two together.

He'd had two letters by owl from Hermione Granger this week too. The first expressing her outrage at Professor McGonagall ordering Harry to "dress her like a trollop" in Transfiguration - Albus had spit out his mouthful of coffee all over the letter when reading that. And then the second apologising, saying there was no problem, and that she and Harry were really getting a lot out of Transfiguration at the moment. Whilst also suggesting obscuring charms might be sensible to arrange for their new transfiguration lessons. Sneaky Minerva, sneaky.

Finally, reports from Percy Weasley that Harry Potter had been seen walking around with Cho Chang several times in the last two days. This in itself would not be notable, if Percy were also not reporting that she seemed to have taken to wearing skirts that were much shorter than regulation, and that a mysterious breeze also seemed to have started accompanying her.

Albus knew manipulation when he saw it. Damned if his professors were going to outdo him here. He knew Harry best after all, and there wasn't a game of manipulation that he hadn't played in his lifetime. He was the master, they'd see.

"Ah, Harry - do sit down!" he encouraged.

"Did you need something Professor?" Harry asked, as he settled into a seat in front of his desk.

"No, not really." Albus admitted. "I just felt it had been quite some time since we'd had time to talk, Harry."

Harry's eyebrows rose in disbelief, but Albus barrelled on before he could say anything more and disrupt his flow.

"I saw you with Miss Weasley the other day Harry, and I must say that it reminded me of seeing your mother and father walking around Hogwarts." he remarked, setting his eyes to full twinkle.

"Their young love was truly an inspiration to us all, and a sight to behold. Why, they became the talk of the castle, and both I and many others learned much from them." He nodded to himself, but was disappointed to find Harry just looked confused rather than enlightened.

"Did you know, Harry, that over an evening your father once confided in me that it was only when he met your mother that he truly discovered the wide variety of experiences that sexual intercourse offers? It is truly remarkable, the insatiable sexual nature of the redhead. Why, I remember in my youth I had..."

Harry began coughing uncontrollably, and Albus noted that he now looked horrified. Albus frowned internally to himself - this was not going as planned. He popped the final lemon drop in the bowl on his desk into his mouth, and decided that special tactics were necessary.

"Oh my, I'm terribly sorry Harry. You must forgive an old man. I did not mean to suggest that you and Miss Weasley could, as James used to say, 'ride each other until sun-up'. Goodness me, no. I think perhaps, we should change the topic. Lemon drop Harry?"

He made a show of reaching for his empty bowl.

"Oh dear, my dish is empty. Would you kindly fetch the spare dish from the bookcase, Harry?"

Harry leapt out of the chair like it was on fire, and moved away from the desk as quickly as he could. Albus waited a split second before adding his final hint.

"It's next to the dish of condoms."