After the married couple disappeared in the room, Harry turned to Neville.

"Don't worry about him," Harry said in a reassuring way. "He'll come around sooner or later."

"Thanks Harry," Neville began. "I appre-"

Neville had his statement cut short because loud moaning began to emanate from the classroom.

"They're all ready going at it?" Ginny asked in a mixture of disbelief and horror.

"And at it and at it and at it," Hermione added.

A muffled yet impassioned "Yes, right there!" filtered through the door, causing the four teenagers to feel even more uncomfortable then they already were.

"Let's go fetch a snack," Harry offered to Hermione, Ginny, and Neville. The three quickly agreed with Harry and the two couples rushed as fast as they could away from the loud and various noises coming from the classroom.

*

A few days later, Hermione came to the conclusion that they were ready to perform her wit-enhancing ritual. When asked about the need for the baseline as performed by a non-boosted couple, Hermione replied that the baseline could be examined later; she was ready (and randy) now. She and Harry went over the logistics of the ritual for two full hours. She drew a fairly detailed (it was an advanced form of stick figures, mind you, but that was very detailed given Hermione's artistic abilities) drawing showing their position during the ritual. And she made sure that Harry had memorized the simple incantation he was to say when he climaxed:/ "Maximus Intellegentia"/

/ /When it was time to do the act, they converted the spare Head's room into their ritual room. Basically, they just stripped the room of all of its furnishings and drew some symbols and runes on the floor. And for their comfort, they placed a Cushioning Charm on the floor as well.

"Now remember Harry, when you ejaculate, shout, '/Maximus Intellegentia'," /Hermione reiterated as they both got naked.

Harry nodded his head distractedly. After all, the two of them were standing there quite nicely naked and his mind was focused on her lovely form.

"Okay, let's get started," he announced.

For the ritual to work properly, both Harry and Hermione had to be aroused. So they kissed and played with each other for a bit before they were able to start the actual ritual. And be certain, that when Harry ate out Hermione and she went down on him it was strictly for the ritual; neither enjoyed the activity... right, sure they didn't.

Once they were good and aroused, Hermione took her position. First, she lay on her back. Then she hoisted up her hips and legs until she was able to place her calves under her shoulders. This obviously meant that her back had to be bent quite a bit. Even with her natural flexibility, Hermione would have had difficulties achieving this posture without the weeks of yoga practice.

Next, Harry took his position. His posture was very simple, especially compared to Hermione's. All he had to do was face away from Hermione, place his feet on either side of her, and squat so that his bits were in front of Hermione's flower. This meant that because of Hermione's almost balled-up position, Harry's naked bottom was very close to her face. Harry assumed that her view must not have been very appealing. But, judging by the playful bite placed on his left cheek, Hermione must've actually enjoyed looking at his bum.

"Let's get going," commanded Hermione.

Harry gently pushed into her and began to pump. It was a very awkward position and it took a few moments for Harry to get into the flow of it. But once he got it down, he found he rather liked it.

The way he was positioned, the only thing he could see of his girlfriend was her wonderful round bottom. This gave him ample opportunity to spank, rub, and massage her wondrous orbs.

And Hermione seemed to enjoy the odd position as well. She was happily shouting a "yes"/, "ah"/, or "oh" with every thrust. And Hermione cried out "SWEET BABY MAEVE!" twice. Harry reckoned that they would have to practice this position just for the pleasure of it, the ritual be damned.

A few minutes after they started, Harry felt his climax approaching.

"Maximus Intellegentia!" he shouted as he came.

A sudden wave of energy washed over him. He felt it pass through Hermione as well.

After they caught their breath, he helped his girlfriend to her feet and she asked "Did it work?"

"I don't know," Harry said. "Ask me something I shouldn't know?"

"Okay, how was the Philosopher's Stone able to prolong Flamel's life?" she asked.

"Well, the Stone was used to create the Elixir of Life, a highly advanced healing potion. Not only did the Elixir cure sickness, but it fought off the effects of aging as well, thereby granting a form of immortality," Harry stated.

"It worked!" heralded Hermione.

The couple spent the next day scouring the library. Harry read every course book from all five years of Ancient Runes and Arithmancy, whereas Hermione devoured nearly every book in the Restricted Second. Harry then had a very interesting debate with Hermione on how the laws of physics weren't broken when magic was used, just slightly bent.

But when Harry woke up the fifth day after the ritual, he noticed something odd; he felt that the mental energy that had been with him since the ritual had dissipated. He had discovered that he had lost all the information he had learned while under the effects of the ritual. He remembered that he had read and understood all those books. But he could not recall anything he had learned. It was as if the things he learned was a dream, it had drifted away.

At first, Harry was a little perplexed by the duration of the affects of the ritual.

"Why did it only last a few days, Hermione?" he asked his girlfriend.

"It was just a simple ritual that was never meant to be permanent" she explained. "It is similar to the power boosting ritual you performed accidentally. If we wanted the affects to be longer lasting, we would need to make the ritual more difficult and complex."

"More complex, eh?" Harry said with a wry grin. He was intrigued by the notion of using various poses and positions for the ritual. Perhaps they would start out by having Hermione lean against a wall and he would take her from behind, then the couple would move to the couch where she would ride him like a hippogriff, finally they would finish with some position where they were both twisted around each other like some erotic pretzel.

"Not more complex in a fun way, Harry," Hermione corrected. "To make it permanent, we would have to integrate some form of sacrifice, usually blood from one of us. That's why my power boost was permanent; we used the blood from my broken hymen as a sacrifice."

After breakfast, Hermione came to the conclusion that they would need to have Ron and Luna perform the ritual to make sure that their results weren't something of a fluke.

The two couples spent the next half hour going over the ritual in great detail. Hermione drew them a picture and answered all of Ron and Luna's questions. Satisfied that they understood the ritual, the married couple got up and went into the spare room, leaving Harry and Hermione in the outer chamber.

A very short while later, a shout of "Maximus Intellegentia!" came from the spare bedroom.

"That was quick," commented Hermione.

"You're surprised?" Harry asked rhetorically with pride at his own stamina in comparison with Ron's.

A few moments later, Ron and Luna came waltzing out of the room and sat on the couch across from Harry and Hermione.

"Okay Ron, Luna, how do you feel?" Harry asked. He was anxious to see if the ritual had worked.

"Much more smarter," Ron answered. Harry became a little concerned by his friend's answer. It wasn't unusual for Ron to use improper English, but the ritual should've stopped him from doing so. Hermione shared a look with Harry that told him she was just as worried.

"What's the square root of two?" Hermione asked Ron. This would prove to Harry if the ritual was a success or not. He was positive that Ron had no previous knowledge what a square root was. If the ritual worked, Ron should give the correct answer.

"A top hat!" Ron declared triumphantly. Luna gave her husband a congratulatory pat on the back for such a good answer.

"Um, I don't think the ritual worked," speculated Hermione.

"Luna, what's your favorite color?" Harry asked the blonde witch.

"Eighty-five!" Luna answered happily.

"I think the ritual didn't work," Harry repeated Hermione's conclusion.

"That's my wife," Ron announced. "The most smartest witch in the world!"

"It really didn't work," added Harry. "Is it because we had performed power boosting rituals and they didn't?"

"No, I think they must've done the ritual incorrectly," Hermione answered Harry as Ron and Luna watched them with glazed looks in their eyes. "And it actually lowered their intelligence instead of raising it. Maybe they did the act backwards, I mean physically backwards, not in backwards order."

"How could they do it backwards?" asked Harry. "We drew them a picture."

"Harry, we're talking about a couple who/ 'accidentally' /had anal sex their first date," Hermione pointed out. "That's not something regular people do unintentionally."

"Wait a minute," Harry interrupted. Hermione's comment gave him an idea as to how the married coupleperformed the ritual. "Um, when you guys did the ritual, did you do anything unusual?"

"Yes," Luna said with a stupid smile. "Ronald missed and did me in the dirty place. Tee hee."

Luna didn't end her statement with a light giggle, she had actually said the phrase "Tee hee".

"First of all; ow! Second:/ ew!" /Hermione said. "And third; this is actually helpful."

"It is?" Harry asked, desperately trying to block the image of Ron accidentally sodomizing Luna... again.

"Yes, we can conclude that when the couple performs the ritual anally, it actually lowers the participants' intelligence. Therefore, it's possible that they could return to their normal intelligence if they performed the ritual correctly. It would counterbalance."

"You want us to do it again?" Luna asked.

"Yes," Hermione answered.

"Great!" Ron exclaimed. He immediately jumped off the couch and landed on his back with a thud. Before Harry and Hermione could stop him, Ron hoisted up his legs and grabbed his ankles and levered his bottom into the air. Luna than sprang into action. She leapt off of the couch and grabbed her husband's hips and began to thrust her hips into his bottom. Thankfully for Harry and Hermione's sanity, both Ron and Luna were still fully clothed.

"I... /un/... think... /oh/... it's... /ah/.... working!" Luna grunted as she repeatedly slapped her pelvis against Ron's bum.

"I'm more intelligenter," Ron cried out.

"Maybe we should wait for it to wear off," offered Harry.

"Yes, good point," Hermione concurred. "Otherwise I think they'd just end up hurting themselves."

*

The affects of Ron and Luna's botched ritual didn't wear off for two full days. The first day, Luna got in trouble for trying to use the sink in the boys' lavatory as a toilet... three separate times. Ron got a week's worth of detentions for demanding that Professor Slughorn needed to show him how to brew water (yes, water. The whole concept of the simple liquid confused and baffled Ron at that time). Of course, Ron had somehow snuck into Slughorn's chambers and made his demand at three in the morning, hence the week-long detention.

The night after the failed ritual had worn off, Luna was in Harry and Hermione's chambers seeking help on some of the notes she had taken during Charms. Because of the ritual, her notes consisted exclusively of drawings of flowers and unicorns. Thankfully, Hermione had kept her notes from the previous year and was helping Luna catch up. Harry was certain that if Ron wasn't in detention, he would've been copying Hermione's notes as well.

A soft, but urgent knocking drew the three teens' attention to the door. Dobby, who had been folding Harry and Hermione's clothes, opened the door and let Ginny walk in.

The youngest Weasley had a bright and glowing smile on her face. Judging by that look, Harry guessed that Ginny was nearly as happy as Tonks had been when she had introduced her son, Sirius. But another thing about Ginny's appearance caught Harry's eye. He noticed that the red haired witch had a funny gait to her walk. It was as if she was trying to hold an invisible quaffle between her legs as she made her way to where Harry and his friends were sitting.

"Are you okay Ginny?" Hermione asked with concern as the red haired witch waddled past Dobby who went back to tidying up something in the corner of the room.

"He's as big as my forearm!" Ginny declared joyously.

"Excuse me?" Luna asked.

"He's as big as my forearm!" repeated Ginny. This time, she held up her right arm as if to prove her point.

"Wait... you had sex with Neville?" Hermione asked. A smiling Ginny nodded her head in response. "Are you mad? If Molly finds out, she'll force you to marry him!"

"No, she can't," Ginny said while grinning madly. "That old custom mum used to make Ron and Luna marry clearly states that at least one parent from each side must agree to the marriage. Since Neville's parents are catatonic, they can't agree so Neville and I can't be forced to marry right away."

"She's right," Luna pointed out. "The custom is very specific about both parents agreeing. It looks like Ginny and Neville are safe because of that loophole."

"Not that I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with Neville. He's a sweet bloke and..." Ginny paused and held her arm up for dramatic effect before continuing. "HE'S AS BIG AS MY FOREARM!"

Luna and Hermione shared a look before the brunette witch asked: "Are you talking about length?"

"As big as my forearm!" Ginny highlighted this statement by pointing to an area near her elbow then to a spot just below her wrist.

"What about girth?" Luna inquired.

Ginny responded by trying to wrap her left hand around her right wrist. She added, "I compared the two to make sure!"

"Wow, you're one lucky witch," Luna congratulated lightly. It was clear to Harry that Luna was more than happy with Ron and had no intention of leaving him.

"Maybe I should've gone with Neville to the Yule Ball when he asked me, huh?" Hermione said with a chuckle.

Even though he was positive Hermione was joking, Harry had to defend his masculinity. It's a thing men have to do; it's buried in their genetic code. "One must prove how manly one is even if it's only a joke." Many wars had started over such things.

Harry proved his manhood in a unique way. He gently took Hermione's hand in his and placed his thumb on a very specific spot.

"Oh, Harry, you know I'm kidding," Hermione said with a chuckle. "You're the only wiz-/OH!"/

/ /Harry interrupted Hermione's apology by forcing his loved based magic into the Pleasure Pressure Point on the back of her hand.

"OH!" /she breathed out. "OH!"/

/ /As stated previously, Harry was able to tap into his love based magic much more efficiently than the first time he used this technique. Hermione tried to tug her hand free, but Harry held fast. He had to prove his point.

"Har-r-r-ry... s-s-s-stop... it," she groaned out and Harry smiled devilishly.

"Not until you say that I am the best," Harry said wryly.

Ginny stared at Hermione in surprise. She clearly didn't know why the brunette witch was panting and groaning as if she were about to have an orgasm. Luna on the other hand was watching intently, as if making mental notes.

"You're... the... b-b-best, H-har-ry," Hermione moaned out.

"The best at what?" inquired Harry.

"I-I-I'll m-make you p-pay," Hermione growled.

"Hermione, what's he doing to you?" Ginny asked. Her voice was full of worry.

Instead of saying/ "He's using magic to make me climax"/, Hermione showed Ginny and Luna what Harry was doing.

Hermione bucked so hard that her hips flew up and off the couch a few inches. Then she curled up into a tight ball and leaned on Harry's body as she trembled in passion.

As Hermione began to catch her breath, Luna explained to Ginny what had just happened.

"Harry and Hermione found a book that describes different forms of sex magic," Luna informed. "And Harry has a unique talent when it comes to such magic. I've tried to get him to teach Ron on some of the techniques, just so that our relationship can grow."

"I don't need little tricks like that," Ginny stated. "Not when my boyfriend has/ 'The Whomping Willow' /in his trousers."

"I happen to think the techniques could be very useful," Luna argued. "Take your brother for example, he can have sex a number of times and he can satisfy me completely. But I still think that our physical relationship can blossom so much more with such skills."

"You can have all the techniques you like," Ginny said. "Nev doesn't need any silly tricks to satisfy me."

"'Silly tricks'? Are you questioning my boyfriend's ability?" Hermione asked with a fiery gleam in her eyes.

"Not to be rude, but I've seen Harry naked," the red haired witch said honestly. "He's got nothing on my Neville."

Before Harry could take offence at Ginny's comment, Hermione leapt up from the couch.

"Oh, that's it," the brunette witch murmured angrily as she rush at Ginny. She spun the younger witch around and rapidly hoisted up her blouse to expose Ginny's back. "I'll show you /'silly tricks'./"

Hermione quickly placed her hand on the small of Ginny's back, the same area that Harry had touched on Bellatrix's back. It was evident that Hermione was going to apply her own magic on the most intense Pleasure Pressure Point.

Ginny began to moan immediately. A moment later, the witch's knees began to tremble. And finally, Ginny cried out and collapsed to the ground. The whole ordeal took less than five seconds.

Hermione stood proudly over Ginny and said "/'Silly trick' /my backside."

"Wow," Ginny panted.

"I wish Ronald could do that," Luna bemoaned.

"Luna, we've lent you the book," Hermione stated. "Why don't you show him the chapter on Pleasure Pressure Points?"

"Because Ronald is a visual learner," the blonde witch pouted. "He can read those chapters a dozen times and he won't get it right until someone shows him how to do it."

Harry and Hermione shared a look. They both felt pity over Luna's predicament.

"How about we show him," offered Hermione. "When he gets out of detention tonight, I'll show Ron how to do the Pleasure Pressure Points on you."

"Yeah, because if I do it I'll send you to St. Mungos'," Harry said while remembering what he had done to Bellatrix.

"No, I don't think you should show Ronald," Luna said with a sad frown. "Because even if you do teach him Pleasure Points, that would just lead to me wanting to learn more of your techniques; such as Harry's cunnilingus skills. And I know both of you are shy and would never let us watch you two make love."

Once again, Harry and Hermione looked at each other worriedly. They understood that Luna just wanted to embellish her and Ron's love life, but she was right when she said that they would never allow Ron and Luna to stand by the side of the bed while they shagged.

"Don't worry about it; Ronald's a fine lover," Luna said half heartedly. She leaned over and helped Ginny - who was stilling lying on the ground, panting - to her feet. "Just pretend I never asked you about that."

The blonde witch led her sister-in-law out of Harry and Hermione's apartment. Once the two witches left, Hermione turned to Harry and said; "I wish there was something we could do for them. They are our best friends."

"But we can't let them watch," Harry said nervously.

"They've both seen us naked," Hermione pointed out.

"Yes, but not doing anything intimate," Harry retorted. He was about to add that Ron and Luna saw them in a post-coital state, but Hermione had been unconscious at the time and Harry didn't want to tell her about that particular incident.

Hermione chewed on her lip before she suggested "Why not lend them your Invisibility Cloak. That way, they could watch us and we wouldn't see them."

"But we would still know they're there," Harry pointed out. "That would even be worst than seeing them because we wouldn't know what they were up to under the cloak. They could get aroused by our lesson and start doing things unbeknownst to us."

"You're right," Hermione said sadly. "I just wish we could help them; somehow show them what to do. But we have to do it without out them being in the room."

Out of the blue, an idea came to Harry. He recalled Dumbledore's lessons from the previous year where Harry saw Voldemort's life through a series of Pensieve memories. He suddenly realized how he could help his best friend's love life.

"We can use a Pensieve," offered Harry. "I'll eat you out, pausing once in a while to give pointers, and then we put our memories in a Pensive and give it to Ron and Luna as a gift."

"That's actually a good idea. That way, Ron and Luna could watch in a way," Hermione agreed. Then the brunette witch got a devilish smile on her face and repeated, "That way Ron and Luna could watch."

It was clear that she was getting turned on over the notion that someone was going to watch her being intimate with Harry, if only by proxy.

"When should we do it?" Harry asked. He really didn't need to ask that question, judging by Hermione's/ "come shag me eyes" and her wicked smile, he knew the answer would be "right now."/

Without answering, Hermione led Harry into their room. Before he closed the door, Harry turned to Dobby and said, "Dobby, if anybody calls for us, tell them we're... ah... tied up, okay?"

Inside their room, Hermione turned to an empty space on the wall and spoke as if someone was there; "Ron and Luna; Harry and I have decided to help you. You two are our best friends and so we are going to let you watch... in a fashion."

Hermione sauntered over to Harry and slowly began undressing him. After she pulled his shirt over his head, she turned back to the empty space on the wall and said "The most important thing you have to do when you perform cunnilingus is trust each other. Ron, if Luna tells you to do something different, it isn't a critique. She just knows what feels good to her and you need to listen to her."

She turned to Harry and he knew from her expression that she wanted him to add some hints. So Harry turned his attention to the same wall and added "I have an advantage over most people because of my parsletongue ability. But I will go down on Her-"

"Harry, please don't use such crude phrases," interrupted Hermione. "Refer to it as/ 'cunnilingus'./"

"Um, Hermione, Ron and Luna are going to be watching us pleasure each other," Harry retorted. "I don't think it really maters if we use sophisticated terms."

"Good point," Hermione said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Anyway, as I was saying," Harry continued to the wall. "I will go down on Hermione without using my parsletongue."

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Hermione pout slightly. Clearly she had become spoiled by his unique power.

"But as Hermione has said to you, Luna, my technique is still good," Harry said.

Then Harry turned back to Hermione and the two began to undress each other. Once they were naked, Harry guided Hermione to lie on her back and he spread her legs wide.

"Now, I don't know what you guys have done, so I'll just go over the basics first. This is the vagina," he said and gestured to Hermione's flower. "It's made up of several parts. Including, but not limited to the clitoris, the labia majora, and labia minora. Learn it, love it."

Hermione chuckled at Harry's comment.

"You can't just go right after the clitoris," Hermione said after she suppressed her soft laughter. "It's really sensitive and you have to work your way up to it."

"You can start by gently rubbing the labia and kissing it softly," Harry said and demonstrated. Hermione purred softly as Harry worked her petals for a while.

"Once she's ready, you can move on to the more advanced stuff," Harry said.

"And trust me, Ron, you'll know when she's ready," Hermione said with a saucy smile.

Harry then began presenting the/ "advanced stuff". /He showed different ways to stimulate the clit. And he even showed how he could use both the tongue and fingers to satisfy a witch.

It took longer to please Hermione than it did when he used his parsletongue ability, but she was satisfied none the less. She cried out in passion a few minutes after Harry started. Panting, she turned back to the wall and concluded; "I hope you two have learned something that will help. Now it you'll excuse me, I have to shag Harry rotten."

Before Harry could react, Hermione pounced on him and guided his erect organ into her wetness.

"Do - ah/- you- /oh/- think - they'll - /my goodness - like - yummy - the Pensieve?" she asked as she bounced up and down.

"If not, we can always make a new one and try again," Harry grunted happily.

To Be Continued

Author's Notes: The Book Bag gift (the Notably Toteable Library Satchel) is an homage (read: "stolen from") Arya's Harry Potter and the Acceptance of Fate. In my opinion, "Harry Potter and the Acceptance of Fate" is the best (and regrettably abandoned) fan-fiction out there.

I had this image of Ginny hobbling up to Harry and Hermione and proudly proclaiming that Neville was so endowed that she could use her forearm as a measuring tool several months ago. Then I read Dr. T's "Re-Ordered" and I cursed when one character described another as being "As big as my forearm." Damn.

Next Up: Horcrux Hunting! See, I remembered there's more to this story besides smut.

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