A/N: Just a silly idea that popped into my head and refused to leave until I wrote it. Enjoy (hopefully) and don't hesitate to R&R.
Disclaimer: Yeah, you know the drill; everything belongs to good old JKR.
"Everybody, I have an announcement to make." Harry proclaimed, leaping onto the Gryffindor table with surprising ease. Every head in the room turned to look at him expectantly.
"Yesterday, I certain red haired Weasley the name of Ginny confided something in me and since I've never been particularly good at keeping secrets, I thought I'd share it with you.
Lately, she has been having difficulty because of certain…dreams she's been having. Particularly passionate and vivid dreams involving, none other then one former Potions Master."
Up at the staff table Snape turned, if it was possible, even paler.
"Harry, what do you think you're doing," hissed a rather worried Ginny Weasley. Harry just ignored her and continued with his tale.
"She said that the dreams involved him "putting his wand into her cauldron as she so delicately put it. She added, ignoring my desperate pleas for her to stop, that she would love to run her hands through that greasy hair of his and apparently, that hook nose is a real turn on.
She also said that Defence lessons were becoming impossible because of all of the sexual tension-"
Here, Harry was interrupted by Ginny who had leaped up onto the table and in one swift movement, kneed him in the groin before storming out of the Great Hall.
"Worth it," Harry groaned before collapsing onto the floor.
