That DID NOT happen. Nope. It couldn't have. But the beautiful blonde girl lying beside me was obvious evidence that no matter how much I tried to convince myself, something did in fact happen. And by the looks of it, underneath that blanket that was conveniently pulled up to her neck, she was most likely naked. What had I done to get her into my bed? I really wished that I hadn't drunk all the butter beer last night. Was she as plastered as I was when she climbed in bed with me last night? Could either of us remember what happened?

"Good morning Ginny!" Luna Lovegood said, overly enthusiastically. She then leaned over and kissed me right on the mouth. Apparently she remembers what happened last night. And she was rather happy about it.