Finding the right spell, Harry chuckled to himself. It wouldn't make any difference to the difficulty of the spell, or to his final mark, once Professor McGonagall saw the result of his work.
Looking at the nervous twitching features of Ron, he decided not to tell him. It wouldn't matter that he was womens underwear, rather than mens. He almost managed to entirely hide his smile.
"Okay, just stand there." Harry told Ron, keeping him in the centre of the pentangle. His eyes roaming over the lines, ensuring they were all intact.
Mentally he weighed up who he'd have wear the transfigured Ron. Having a very-willing assistant in Dobby, he knew he would never lose Ron, whoever wore him.
He just had to decide who to size Ron to fit...
Nodding to himself, he picked his target.
"Transformo Inanimato!" he chanted loudly, and with the proper wand motions, Ron cowered, but remained in place.
In his place, a white cloud briefly puffed into existence, and a lacy red bra drifted to the floor, landing in the centre of the pattern.
Stepping forward, he picked up the bra. Running through his fingers, it felt right... in his limited experience. However the real test would be convincing the wearer it was good, and ultimately the marks he'd earn for this extra assignment for Transfiguration class.
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