Author's Notes: Part of the Inspiration series where I go through my Lj interests and write stories based on them. This is the one for Harry Potter.
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo.
Pairing: None
Written: 2005
Ginny Weasley was going to fail Charms. She knew it. Her mid-term project was due tomorrow and there was no way she could learn the Advanced Anti-Petrification charm and then charm a sheet of paper to deliver the charm. There was simply no way.
"This is what happens when you spend too much time in Hogsmeade helping your brother pick out a present for his girlfriend."
Now it was 3am and Ginny was about to fall asleep in front of the fire in Gryffindor tower common room and she hadn't even begun her final charm project.
Maybe it was the lateness. Maybe it was the fact that Ginny hadn't slept more than two hours the night before because she'd been too busy studying for her potions exam, and had only gotten four hours the night before that due to Herbology mid-term. Maybe she'd finally broken under the stress. Whatever it was, Ginny got an idea that would have made Fred and George proud.
She giggled. She giggled some more. Then she put her head down on the table and laughed until her sides hurt. When she was done, Ginny put pen to paper.
The entire time, she was laughing.
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The problem was Ginny hadn't meant to turn in what she'd written. Professor Flitwick had come around collecting scrolls, and Ginny had gotten flustered. She didn't want to not hand something over. Then it would be obvious she hadn't done the assignment. So she'd handed over a neatly rolled scroll.
It was only two days later when Professor Flitwick asked her to stay after class that Ginny realized she might have turned in that scroll.
"Ms. Weasley. A moment of your time," Professor Flitwick said as his class was filing out. Ginny told Hazel she'd see her in Herbology. Then she turned back into the classroom.
It was only when the door swung shut that the diminutive professor started speaking.
"Ahem. Ms. Weasley. I'm not going to ask you where you learned Linda Stormwell's Vibrating Wand Charm. As a young... er... woman I'm sure you have your reasons for knowing such a thing. However, I don't think it's an appropriate charm to turn in for an assignment."
Ginny wondered if there was a way to spontaneously combust from embarrassment. Her first thought was "Please don't tell my mother" but somehow the words wouldn't come out. All she could do was stare in mute horror as Professor Flitwick cleared his throat several times.
"Well. Even though it wasn't the assignment you were given, the Vibrating Wand Charm is a rather difficult spell. I imagine that's why it's not more popular among the young ladies than it already is." If possible, Ginny turned an even brighter shade of red. Of all the things she never, ever wanted to hear one of professors discuss, this was at the top of the list.
"Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I will give you a barely passing grade on this assignment. However, if you want to pass my class I expect you to do the assigned Charms from now on. Understood?"
"Yes." The word came out as a squeak.
"Do you want me to write you a note as to why you're late for Herbology?" Ginny frantically shook her head. Then she bolted, cheeks flaming, hoping against hope that Hazel would not ask her why she'd been kept late in Charms.
She was never, ever staying up to 3am to do an assignment again. Ever.