Disclaimer: As much as I'd love to say IT'S ALL MINE!!! MUAHAHAHA It isn't =/ In this particular one, J.K.R. own EVERYTHING but the plot. And yes, there is smut.

Ginny

I was standing in a corridor, and there was a large crowd around me, a sea of red and gold. Harry came up towards me, telling me that I should get ready because the game is on in a few minutes. I hurried out, and down to the changing rooms, changing into the uniform.

I walked out onto the field, and saw the crowds split in two. Three quarters, red and gold, the other quarter, silver and green. I swung my leg over my broomstick, and felt the wood against my naked flesh. I looked down, I was suddenly naked.

I heard the crowds uproar of laughter, and I zoomed high in the sky, feeling the coarse wood of the old broom rub against my lips, somehow making me wet. I flew quickly into an open window in the owlery, and flew out of that, landing, finally, in an empty corridor. I heard footsteps coming towards me, so I threw myself behind a tapestry which I knew housed a small hideaway.

The footsteps came closer, and stopped, outside the tapestry. A hand appeared, and I wished I'd chosen one with a tunnel, instead of just a small hole. The tapestry lifted away and I was looking into a pair of grey eyes.

The man stepped into the small hole, making me retreat into the corner, trying to make my body as small as possible, trying to cover my nakedness. My hands felt cloth underneath them, and when I looked down I saw I was wearing a tartan mini skirt, with a plain white, close fitting blouse.

I stood up straight, knowing I wasn't naked, and the man moved closer to me in the small hole. A few steps and he was right in front of me, so close I could feel his breath on my forehead.

One of his hands started undoing the buttons of my blouse, the other unzipped my miniskirt. In a matter of moments I was standing in front of him in white silk panties and a white silk bra. His hand that had been undoing my buttons quickly undid the front clasp of my bra, and while that fell off he hooked both of his thumbs in my panties and pulled, until I was standing in front of him naked.

Somehow I didn't seem to mind. My breath came faster, and I felt his hands on my pale breasts, rubbing them softly, massaging them, tweaking my nipples gently. I felt myself grow wet, and his hands traveled down my stomach, I felt like there were live wires attached to his hands, which sent a jolt of electricity through me as he touched my bare skin. His hands reached my pussy lips, and he gently, slowly, slipped a finger into my dripping hole, with complete ease, and followed it up with another finger. His thumb flicked my clit, and I moaned.

It didn't take me long for me to come on his hand. He had all four fingers in, his thumb massaging my clit, while his other hand massaged my breast.

I screamed as I orgasmed, an intense wave of pleasure rushing through me. I felt his hot breath on my lips, as his tongue leapt out and began to lap up my juices. I moaned, my knees buckling, the only thing holding my up the wall I was up against.

He finished, all too soon, before I managed to have another orgasm off of his tongue. He wiped his fingers against my inner thigh, and traveled up my body, kissing me softly from my lips, up my stomach, across my breasts, paying careful attention to my nipples, onto my neck, where he spent a moment licking and nipping, up to my mouth.

He kissed me passionately, his tongue slipping into my mouth, and I tasted my own juices for the first time. He pulled away slowly, and I saw him smile.

"I like you." He whispered in my ear. "I'll come back soon." And then he was gone, as if he had never existed, and I was standing, panting, in the hideaway alone.

I woke up with a start, my breath fast, feeling my stomach convulsing, the same way that I'd come to associate with the orgasms I gave myself when I got bored and alone at night, waiting for sleep.

I heard the dormitory door close, and looked towards it, surprised to find my curtains closed. I usually slept with them open for the first few nights of school while it was still hot from Summer. I sat up, which gave me another surprise, as I realised I was naked. I pulled my old shirt on quickly, wondering what had been going through my head, sleeping without it.

I quickly opened my curtains, and felt the cool breeze stir around me lazily, but better than the stifling heat that had probably woken me up. I lay back down on my bed, my cheeks flushing as I thought about my dream. It wasn't the first I'd had. It was usually those sort of dreams that caused me to play with myself in the middle of the night, but this had been the most intense, certainly. I let my hand slip down to my pussy, and found it wet. I felt the same sticky wetness on my inner thigh, and was reminded of where the man in my dreams had wiped his hand on my thigh.

It was then that I became aware of an odd taste on my tongue, and moaned quietly to myself at the thought. I remember as a little girl I used to have dreams so real because I acted out on them. I felt sure that this must have happened again. How else could I feel this way after even such an amazing dream as that? Dreams are just dreams.

I absentmindedly played with myself, feeling heat flush through my body as I did. I was already hot, and it didn't take me long to have a second orgasm. I grabbed my wand and quickly cleaned up my sheets, and my body, before rolling over, and going back to sleep.

Draco

I got the idea at the end of last year. I had tried it out first with the Slytherin girls, all sluts, until I had perfected it, and they didn't wake up no matter how hot I got them. I then snuck out and tried it on other girls, and found that it worked. The invisibility cloak my father had given me for Christmas last year worked wonders. It was the first night of the year, and I knew all the passwords for the houses, being head boy.

I had finished with the Hufflepuff girls last year. And the Slytherin girls. I made sure only to do two years. Last year it was the sixth and fifth years. This year sixth and seventh years, the same girls, only a year older.

I never visited a girl twice, unless you count the Slytherin sluts while I was learning, which I for one don't. I snuck into the Gryffindor sixth year dormitory. I found a bed with the curtains opened, and decided she would be my first victim of the year. I closed the curtains around me, remembering which bed this was. I looked at the girl as I closed the curtains, and recognised her.

Lying in the middle of the bed, seeming so small, was Ginny Weasley. She lay with an arm across her breasts, and the other covering up her pussy. I couldn't help myself, I gently rubbed her pussy softly for a moment, delighted to find it growing wet beneath my fingers. She rolled over slightly, her hands moving from her body, to rest by her sides.

I hiked up her shirt slowly, uncovering her gorgeously milky pale skin. Her even breathing caught in her throat, and continued. I pulled the shirt of gently, careful not to wake her. With her shirt off, I put it aside, and cupped her surprisingly large breasts with my palms. Ginny often wore old and baggy clothes, most likely previously belonging to every single one of her older brothers, and I had never really seen her figure before.

Now I got a nice good look. She had a delectable flat stomach, which I ran my hands across now. Her pussy was completely free of hair, as were her long pale legs. I ran my hand across the outer thigh of her left leg gently, reminding myself not to touch too hard. I couldn't help myself, though, and softly pinched one of her rosy nipples. I was rewarded with a quiet moan, and her nipples standing up. I slipped my hand down to her pussy, and started inserting a finger in.

"Oooh, Draco." I heard, and my head snapped up. I flicked her clit by accident, and held my breath, pausing briefly to make sure she didn't wake up. I had heard girls moaning someone's name before, but never had I heard my own name. Usually they moaned the name of their boyfriend, or any guy they had a crush on. I was certainly surprised to hear my own name. I paid careful attention to her breast and pussy, knowing that I could get away with pinching and flicking, I did so, and was rewarded by a gentle orgasm.

I wiped my fingers on her inner thigh, and began licking up her juices. I felt her grow hot again at the attentions of my tongue, and smiled to myself. I moved up, kissing carefully up her body, leaving her pussy alone before she had the chance to have a second orgasm. I kissed her softly when I reached her mouth, and slipped my tongue into her open mouth, wiping her juices onto her own tongue. I was surprised when I felt her kiss me back, but not upset.

"I like you." I whispered softly in her ear as I slipped my cloak on again. "I'll come back soon." I gave her nipple a hard tweak, delighting in her gasp of breath, and left. I knew she'd wake up soon, and probably give herself another orgasm. I smiled as I played her moaning my name over again in my mind. I would definitely have to see her again.

I made my way back to the Head Boy room I had all to myself in the middle of the castle.

I saw Pansy lying asleep on my bed, and thought to myself that I would have to change the password again. I looked at Pansy's sleeping form for a while. I remember when I had thought the world of her, with her dyed blonde hair, and tanned skin. Now I couldn't help but imagine it was Ginny asleep in my bed, not her. If tonight had been any indicator, she would probably enjoy thta as much as I would.

I smiled to myself at the thought, and undressed, slipping into bed beside Pansy. She knew about my nightly exploring, and she told me often that as long as I just visited each girl once, and came back before midnight, she'd still be there for me. I made a mental note to wipe her memory specifically of that. That way she wouldn't be able to tell anyone when I told her tomorrow that I was dumping her.

For now, I felt hot, and bothered. Seeing Ginny's reaction to my ministrations had made me hard, and I felt a desperate need for relief that I didn't want to do myself. I woke Pansy up, and she opened her dull brown eyes. I couldn't help but imgine they were the same warm chocolate of Ginny's.

Pansy smiled as she saw me, showing her mismatched teeth, and rolled onto her back, knowing what I wanted.

I climbed on top of her, and thrust into her gently. She moaned, but not as delicious as Ginny's quiet, careful moans had been. I couldn't help but wonder what Ginny would be like, awake, when she knew no one could hear her. Would she scream? I groaned, and thrust hard into Pansy, squirting my load into her. I was so excited. She pouted because I hadn't given her pleasure first, but I just rolled over and went to sleep. Id idn't care about her any more.

As soon as I had finished with the rest of the Gryffindors, I would make Ginny my personal project to drive her so far to insanity that she felt she had to be mine.