It was a frigid January at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Snow flakes fell from the night sky keeping very hard to buoy.
Hogwarts Castle stood on the hill proud and distinguished.
In one of those towers, there was a group of friends laughing and having fun like they were supposing to.
"We crushed those awful pudgy-face Slytherins!" A drunken Seamus slurred, taking another large gulp from the bottle of fire whiskey. "Seamus, I think that you should lay off the fire whisky."
A very timid Neville Longbottom stated as he walked over to snatch the bottle of fire whisky from Seamus hands. For a drunken person, Seamus sure knew how out run a sober Neville.
Dean and Ron sat next to each other laughing at Neville's inability to snatch a bottle away from a drunk, funny walking Seamus. "Only Neville" Dean said as he closed his eyes and began to lie across the floor. Ron turned his head towards the bed Harry Potter slept in every night. Ron was beginning to worry about Harry.
It's been hours since Ron last seen his best friend. It wasn't like Harry to be gone for hours with out telling anyone. He only hoped that Harry didn't run into some kind of trouble with Flinch, Draco, or worst, Snape.
Now that he thought about it Harry had been out for quite a while for the pass month or so.
Ron's thoughts were diminish by the sound of Seamus hacking up something. Seamus had seem to position himself bending over Harry's trunk vomiting tonight's dinner of stewed tomatoes rice and baked chicken and of course, the fire whisky that he snuck into the dorms. Dean immediately rushed to Seamus side aiding to his needs. "Neville clean the trunk for me while I take Seamus to the lavatory, and Ron, I want you go find Harry to let him know what happened. Ron rapidly hurried out of the boy's dormitory and the common room in search of Harry Potter.
Ron's first guess was the room of requirement. He was absolutely positive that Harry was in that room. As he grew closer toward the room he began to see the door becoming very visible to his eyesight. Ron's lanky form stopped strolling down the hallway and made a run full speed for the door. He pressed his hand to the knob and twisted it gently reveal a slightly disturbing image of Harry.
Harry was leaning onto the couch with his arm around a female's slender waist. His other arm was busy with his tan hand cupping the female's breast. Ron face twisted in a mortified look. The female wrapped her long svelte leg around Harry's waist slowly grinding herself against Harry. Ron felt disgusted at the fact of some whore clinging to Harry like some leech.
He felt his bile's rush up to his esophagus each time he heard moans full of pleasure slip from their mouths or each time they pull away just to crush their lips against each other again or each second that passed, the slut moved her hands to places that husband's wives forgot existed .
Suddenly shirts were flying out and pants were tossed to the ground, the moans of arousal were getting longer.
Finally, Ron felt he saw enough; he made a three sixty spin and headed back for the common room not caring about his emotion cascading down his face. He just wanted to forget everything he saw and empty out his head to make things as if they never existed.
But there was one thing he couldn't get out of his head as much as he tried.
Ginny was the slut….