The Love Charm

Severus Snape paused at the door to the empty classroom. At least, it should have been empty. It was two in the morning; Snape, Filch and Mrs. Norris should have been the only living creatures still stirring in Hogwarts. But Snape had heard a little muffled sound from inside the classroom. And now he heard it again. The door was slightly ajar, as if it had cracked open after being shut. Snape applied his eye to the crack. He caught sight of a flash of red hair, a glimpse of white skin—Ginny Weasley. And to all intents and purposes, she was stark naked. He eased the door open a fraction further. She was lying on a table, rubbing her wand between her legs. Snape’s eyebrow arched. He was about to retreat down the hallway and return more loudly when she arched her back and gasped, “Harry!” A stream of Latin followed, half-spoken, half-moaned.