A/N hi everybody, I hope you like our first fic!!1!!1!!

Chapter 1

Harry was damn sick and tired of the Slytherin house in general. They ran so hot and cold on him. Harry was sitting staring at the back of Draco's head. Strands of blond hair were clinging to his head as some purple steam from the Wiggenweld potion drifted sensually around him.

I can't take this, Harry thought morosely. He and Ginny had hit a rough patch in their relationship. Ginny is the perfect girl, but I can't help feeling that something's missing.

He glanced up from his cauldron and found a pair of icy blue eyes affixed to his own. Draco quickly turned in a swirl of greasy hair.

"Cor blimey, what was that all about?" Ron diverted Harry's attention from the glistening hair on the back of Draco's neck. "He's been staring at you for nigh on ten minutes!"

"What? Oh yeah, what a git." Harry murmured vaguely. He felt the blood creeping to his...

"Potter! Fetch me some flobberworm mucus!" Snape barked from his beak. Harry sighed and rose from his seat. He strode down the long, dark hallway towards the storeroom. The heavy wooden door creaked open, straining the ancient metal hinges. Harry perused the crowded shelves of dead ugly creatures and various herbs, even now forgetting what he had been sent to do. His mind was still on Ginny, but somehow drifted back to those staring blue eyes.

The door slammed heavily behind him, jarring him out of his reverie. He swiveled on his heel.

"Ginny!" He exclaimed in surprise. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Transfiguration?"

Ginny blinked alluringly as the red rose to her cheeks, complimenting her hair. "I missed you, Harry. I feel like things have been strained between us lately. I wondered if I couldn't make it up to you."

"How?" Harry warily eyed Ginny's eyes, and the passionate fire burning within.

"Oh, I can think of a few things I could do." Ginny moved her hands towards Harry's belt. Harry said nothing as she ducked under his robe. His eyes closed halfway. It made him look pretty asian, or maybe some kind of Filipino. Like Dante Basco. Yeeeeah. He's pretty hot. Remember him? Yeeeeah. Anyway, the blowjob.

Harry leaned back against the shelves and let Ginny do her magic. His hands rested on her shoulders as she moved her head in and out, back and forth, around, this way and that. Oh god it felt so good. Harry became all hot and bothered.

" Oh, you're a naughty girl, Ginny!" Harry hiccuped.

"I know it," she replied. Only it came out like, "Hm mmm hmml"

"Ah ah AH!" Harry put his hands on the back of her head and grabbed her hair. "Ah ah AHH...ahhh that was nice." Ginny pulled back and sighed, wiping her hand across the corner of her mouth. "Thanks! I've been practicing!" Harry decided not to ask questions. If it worked...

"Well, you'd better get back to Potions," Ginny said softly, dragging her finger along his chin in a sexual fashion.

"O-okay," Harry said, still a little dazed. Ginny walked out the door, hips swaying in the breeze. It was funny, but in the dark dungeon light, he could have sworn he saw a glint of blond.