Ginny loves dancing. I love watching her dance. She thinks that means we can go clubbing often. I don't.

Ginny loves dancing and I'm rubbish at it. I wouldn't mind staring at her for hours while she sways and rocks and her hair clouds her eyes but not in a club. Out of the corner of my eyes I can see blokes are staring at her, making blunt comments to their mates as if I wasn't there, as if there wasn't more to Ginny than a cunt.

I look at them disgusted and go over to Ginny. I know she'll tell I'm marking my territory and I don't care, I can deal with her annoyance and her remarks. What I can't deal with is having a bunch of randy blokes fucking her with their eyes while I stand here doing nothing because I can't beat them to a pulp. Because I'm bloddy Harry Potter.

Ginny turns around and smiles at me. I ask her to go home and she pleads to stay a bit longer. I tell her I'm tired and even I don't buy it. Her eyes tinkle knowingly and she takes my hand, spins in her place and somehow she's dancing with me. Pressing her round bum to my crotch, she laughs when my arms circle her and I clumsily try to follow the rhythm.

I trip and suddenly I hate myself for not knowing how to dance, for not being suave and not being able to make her wet just by swirling her on the dance floor.

Her skin's covered with a light layer of sweat and she just keeps grinding against me. I honestly can't tell if she's aware of what she's doing to me. She must know, she surely must know that she's fucking driving me nuts; she must feel my aching cock against her back. But then, some part of me still wants to believe that my Ginny is not that wicked, that she wouldn't tease me this long and would just apparate us home so I can properly shag her senseless.

I'd like to think that two can play this game and that I'm capable of returning the favor but I know I'm not. I just can't keep my cool with her. I turn her around and kiss her hungrily. I go for her throat and I start licking it, sucking at her pulse. I know I'll leave a mark and I don't fucking care, she shouldn't have been so teasing.

I'm pounding against her and we may or may not have an audience. Rita bloody Skeeter couldn't keep me from shagging Ginny right now. It might be in the Daily Prophet tomorrow and I wonder what's so special about this, Harry Potter has a sex life, go figure.

Ginny whispers needily that she wants me to fuck her now and that's it, we're going home.