A/N I'm only putting this story up 'cause my friends said it was good.
DISCLAIMER: Harry and friends will never be mine, its all J.K Rowlings
Three 17year olds sat around a large fire in the middle of a boringly-decorated common room, pouring over homework and talking in low voices. A bushy-brown haired girl had a slight look of excitement on her face, and was trying to hide it by focussing on her homework, although not succeeding. Meanwhile, the jet-black haired boy on her right was looking extremely elated and kept glancing at the stairs visible above the girl's head. Across from him, a fire-orange haired boy didn't look too happy, also keeping a keen watch on the stairs.
"So what was so urgent that you skipped dinner to talk to him?" inquired the fire-orange haired boy of the jet-black haired boy.
"Only my plans for tonight mate," he replied, an evil grin crossing his fane.
"And what would they include?" asked the bushy-brown haired girl.
"Now why would I…" his voice trailed off; an extremely pretty girl had just walked down the steps he had been keeping such a vigilant lookout on for the past half an hour.
He realised his mouth was hanging open and quickly shut it as he stood and strode up to his girlfriend, whom he was taking out for her 16th birthday.
"Wow Ginny, you look absolutely amazing," he told her with complete sincerity.
"C'mon Harry, it's her birthday, you can kiss her in my presence for tonight only you know," called the fire-orange headed boy from the fire.
Jet-black, or Harry as he is more affectionately known, grinned before coming in for perhaps his most passionate kiss ever, only coming up for air when their lungs screamed for it.
"Wow," exclaimed Harry and Ginny at once.
"If she wasn't my sister I'd be whooping for joy now mate," fire-orange paused for a moment, before, "Why can't you tell you tell us where you're takin' her. I mean she is my sister, and I did give permission, and I can withdraw it at any time. Plus you're my best friend and …Hey! Get back here! You haven't told us where you're going!" he cried as the couple were almost out he portrait hole; the exit of Gyrffindor common room.
Harry stuck his head through the hole only long enough to say "Ron, stop worrying, you'll find out tomorrow morning."
Harry and Ginny were already halfway down the long corridor before Ron worked out what Harry had said, and was therefore forced to rant and rave to Hermione, the busy-brown haired girl, whom his best friend and the only other person in the room.
"So where are we going Harry? 'Cause we can't get out of the castle, even with the invisibility cloak. So where are we going? Tell me Harry, please, please, pleeeeease tell me!" whined Ginny, but Harry just laughed and pulled Ginny in for a quick kiss, before they continued walking hand in hand down the corridor, invisibility cloak over themselves, Marauder map in hand.