Chapter 1

Exhausted, Harry rested his head against the arm of the couch in front of the common room fireplace, turning Intermediate Transfiguration sideways so he could continue to read the textbook. Unfortunately, the subject matter couldn't keep his interest and the sentences kept fading in and out of his vision. Blinking hard, Harry tried desperately to force himself to read the next few lines, but to no use; his brain would not absorb any of it. Perhaps if he just rested his eyes for a few seconds…

Harry blinked widely and looked around. He was still sitting in the common room, but it was deserted; even Ron and Hermione had gone.

'They must have went to bed and not wanted wake me,' Harry thought. He moved to get up, when all of a sudden he heard someone in the shadows. Harry turned wildly around, instinctively reaching for his wand.

"Ginny!" he exclaimed, taken aback. "What are you doing up?"

Ginny didn't speak but moved closer to him, an odd little grin playing across her lips.

"Ginny?" Harry was slightly put off by this unfamiliar behavior.

Ginny remained silent but advanced even further toward Harry; she was coming closer and closer until their noses almost touched. Harry felt his face grow hot, and he momentarily glanced away from her, feeling flustered. The pair of them stood there for what seemed like ages. Harry then stared right into Ginny's bright brown eyes, and could swear he saw a hint of red flash across them. Ginny's smile broadened, but it wasn't her usual smile; something strange was going on here…

Harry finally broke the silence: "Look Ginny, I don't think this is a good idea. I know you fancy me but…"

Harry couldn't finish his sentence, for Ginny had grabbed his face and kissed him madly.

Harry pulled back, surprised: "Ginny! I, we…we shouldn't…"

But his attempts to stop her were futile; she pulled Harry back over to the couch, all the while kissing him passionately. Giving in, Harry returned her kisses, pushing her into the couch and pressing his body against her. He could feel her soft, warm body rubbing against his own. Letting go, Harry allowed his hands to explore Ginny's delicate figure, all the while tasting her sweet, hot mouth. Ginny moaned deeply, but her voice was different; it was oddly cold and high-pitched. Immediately, the hair on the back of Harry's neck stood up.