Better fucking through magic

The next day, Hermione whisked Harry off to the Room of Requirement, the hidden room on the 7th floor of the castle that magically turned itself into whatever the person looking for it needed. The perfect place for plotting and secret meetings in Hogwarts. When they walked inside, they found a simple dressing room, a couch and a couple of stools on one end and a row of floor-to-ceiling mirrors at the other.

“Here, the answer to your prayers,” Hermione said once the door was closed behind them, handing Harry a small glass bottle. The potion inside was a deep, murky blue and seemed strangely thick as Harry swirled it around and held it up to the light. Hermione could tell from his face that he was skeptical.

“It’s called the Stallionus potion,” she said, taking the bottle from his hand. “And it’s apparently very effective.”

“At what?”

“How do I put this?” Hermione paused and then said “A sip or two of this and you’ll have no trouble keeping up with Rita. In fact, she’ll be struggling to keep up with you.”

“So it’s magic viagra.”

“Exactly! With a few little extras. It comes highly recommended.”

“By who?” Harry asked.

Hermione demurred for the first time since her plan had started, looking away. “Anyway, that’s just half of the preparation.” She took Harry’s shoulder and turned him to face the mirror. “The potion is for the fucking but how about the looking?”

Harry laughed as he looked his reflection. “Well I don’t think I look too bad.”

“Not at all,” Hermione kept her hand on him and held up her wand with the other. “But we can’t have you looking anything like yourself. We want to publicly humiliate Rita, not you.”

“You’re going to transfigure my face?”

“It’s just temporary charms, don’t worry.”

Harry stood at the mirror and held his eyes closed as Hermione ran the tip of her wand across his face, reciting spells under her breath. He could feel things shifting under his skin, his hair growing.

This’ll work perfectly,” Hermione said finally, stepping back. “Open your eyes.”

Harry looked at his reflection and gasped. There were still hints of him in there but his face had been made a little older and a lot more handsome, his jawline sculpted, his distinctive lightning scar hidden.

“This is incredible, Hermione.” He said, his voice also sounding deeper and richer than before.

“I know,” the girl smiled. “But there is one more thing we might need to alter. Take your trousers off.”

“What?” Harry instinctively covered his crotch.

“Oh come on, Harry, I’m going to see it anyway if the plan works.”

Harry hesitated but followed her order and pulled down his pants.

“Underwear too.”

“Fine,” he sighed and dropped his boxers.

“Well that’s…” Hermione’s smile grew even as she bit her lip. “I don’t think that needs any changing.”

Harry blushed but his temporary supermodel face was already imbuing him with a certain confidence. He put his hands on his hips. “You think it’s fine as is?”

“Oh shut up,” Hermione laughed and kicked his trousers back towards him. “Save it for Rita Skeeter.”