The two of them left the Boys Dorm, Harry with his broom in hand. "Are you really, really sure about this?" Ron asked, as Harry came to the bottom of the stairs of the Girls Dorm.

"Totally sure," said Harry.

"Well I'm sure too," said a third voice. "I'm sure that it's a bad idea."

Neville stepped out from the shadows. He could be really sneaky when he wanted to be.

"Oh, fucking hell," swore Harry. "Look, Neville. I'm just trying to get a peek of some titties."

"No," said Neville. "I won't let you. I'll-I'll tell Professor McGonagall!"

"Neville, you little shit." Harry scowled. "This is why nobody likes you."

"I don't even know how many points from Gryffindor will be lost after this," Ron said thoughtfully. "She'll probably empty out every point we've ever earned for the entire year. We'll *never* win the house cup after that."

"I don't care about the stupid house cup," said Harry, getting onto his broom. "I've got titties to see. Ron, are you coming or not?"

Ron shook his head. He didn't want any part of this.

"Suit yourself then." Harry's feet left the ground as the broomstick began to levitate.

"Goddammit Harry!" cried Neville. "You're ruining things for everyone!"

Harry shrugged, his face twisting into a rather sad expression. "What else is new?"

And so he sped up the stairs.