Ginny and Harry were tangled in a web of clothing. Things were off and disregarded by their feet as they continued kissing passionately. Harry's shirt was in a knot by his feet, and so was Ginny's shawl. They stopped kissing for a second, as they looked each other in the eye. Slowly, Ginny nodded and Harry smiled like a little schoolboy. Ginny laughed and she slowly took off her shirt, revealing a simple white bra. Harry gawked at how perfectly her body was shaped. Her chest was the perfect size for her petite body. Her flat stomach from intense Quidditch practices almost made Harry lose it right then and there. A small bump appeared in his jeans as Ginny leaned over and blew in Harry's ear. He grabbed her waist as George entered the room. He dropped his basket full of fresh clothes and swore as it hit his toe.
"Bloody hell! Lock the damn door next time!" screamed George, running out with his hands over his eyes.
Harry and Ginny just looked at each other. They both knew the mood was lost.