"Stop!"

Peeves turned around, cursing heavily. He was just about to flush Harry Potter's homework down the toilet. Who dared to disturb him in such a moment?!

"Dobby says stop!"

The poltergeist smiled nastily, seeing against what a pathetic opponent he was about to struggle. "Or what? How are you planning to stop me?"

The house-elf, instead of giving any reply, started to manipulate his body-covering pillowcase. The piece of clothing slowly slipped and finally landed on the floor, leaving all of the fragile body exposed.

Skinny, oh so skinny, slightly stooped, with feet pointing inwards, he looked at the ghost with his huge, green eyes. So innocent and defenceless, like a lamb. Peeves, not knowing when, came closer to him. He began to graze the pale skin. It turned out to be surprisingly soothe and delicate. Dobby's breath hasten, becoming nearly spasmodic, but the poltergeist too did not stay unconcerned. Strange crawly feeling together with hot blasts and currents wandered through his astral body. Never before did he feel anything like this. Good gracious, he even did not ever suspected anything like it could exist! Is this the way that people feel when they are alive?

Their lips drew closer and closer, separated not even by an inch.

"You know, Luna" said Ginny, looking at her friend. She put aside parchment covered with handwriting. "I think you should stop writing fanfictions."