Harry awoke suddenly, it was pitch black and Harry and Hermione were the only ones in the Common Room. Harry didn't know what had waken him up, so he slid out of their chair and walked around, trying to see if someone, or something, was there. He searched and searched and didn't find anything until he was walking back over to the chair.

"Ow!" Someone's voice whispered, for Harry had tripped over them.

"Who's there?" Harry asked accusingly.

"It's me, Ginny," said the only Weasley girl. "I wanted to talk to you."

"What is it? Couldn't it wait until the morning?" Harry asked, yawning.

"No. Everybody is asleep right now, so it needs to be now." Ginny said firmly.

"Fine, but make it fast." Harry said, once again yawning.

"Ron told me about you and Hermione. He's really beat up. He's had a crush on Hermione for a while now. He told me to break you two up in any way possible," Ginny was saying this with a smirk. "But don't worry, I don't care or want you two to break up."

"Thanks, Ginny." Harry said.

"I just need something in return," Ginny said with a positively sexy smirk. "Kiss me."

Before Harry could reply, Ginny had lunged herself onto him and had started kissing him. Harry tried to push her off, but she had her arms wrapped around him. Harry, while trying to push her off, was rather enjoying this kiss. He had always found Ginny sexy, and she was also using her tongue. Harry stopped struggling and slid his hands down to her butt. He started squeezing her butt cheeks so hard she started to moan slightly.

She finally removed her hands from around his neck and that's when Harry tore away.

"You shouldn't of let your lock go, Ginny," Harry was breathing hard. "That's when I slipped away."

"You didn't even enjoy the kiss?" Ginny asked, sounding hurt.

"Oh, well, the kiss wasn't bad, but I would have never kissed you. You were kissing me," Harry said reasonably. "And I definitely would have never grabbed your butt."

"Oh, well I tried," Ginny said grinning.

"Yeah, you did tr-" Harry stopped in mid sentence and fell on his back for Ginny had just whispered 'Stupefy!'.

Ginny went over to him and kissed him again. Harry couldn't kiss her back, even though he wouldn't of this time, because he was lying frozen on his back. Ginny broke the kiss and slid down to his pants. Harry knew what was coming. Ginny took Harry's belt off and unzipped his pants. After removing his pants and underwear she picked up his limp dick and stroked it.

She kept stroking until it had reached about four inches, which is when Ginny whispered, "It's so big!".

The truth was, it was only four inches because Harry wasn't committing himself to this. He didn't want any of this. He wanted to get back into his chair with Hermione. He wanted to wake up in the morning and be able to tell Hermione how weird of a dream he had. That made him think of something. Hermione. Hermione was right there in the chair. All he had to do was hope she would wake up. Hermione would put a stop to this.

Ginny had finished stroking at this point and inserted Harry's dick into her mouth. She rubbed the shaft with her tongue and licked his head until Harry couldn't help but let his dick grow another inch. He felt ashamed immediately, and tried to think of nothing but waking Hermione up. But how? He was frozen. But he did have his wand in his hand, and if he could just think a spell maybe it'd work. He thought and thought of any spell that would blow up the vase his wand was pointing at, but nothing worked.

For about an hour he tried to think of how to wake Hermione up, he had completely forgot Ginny was there, and just kept thing 'Reducto!' over and over again. He was determined to blow up that vase.

"Do you not ever release any damn cum, my God," Ginny spat out, clearly aggravated that after an hour Harry had not released the tiniest bit of sperm.

"You're not very good at making me," Harry said, for Ginny had just released him from he spell. "And get back to bed before I report you and get you expelled."

While Harry didn't actually consider reporting her before, he completely did now. She had frozen him and sexually assaulted him. But was it really sexual assault? And had that just been Ron that made her do it? Harry didn't know, but he was going to consult Hermione about it in the morning.

It was light again when Harry woke in the Common Room. Hermione was already awake and, of course, reading a book.

"Hey Hermione," Harry yawned. "I have to tell you something."

"Ok, Harry." Hermione said a little startled, since she hadn't noticed Harry was awake.

After Harry told her everything that had happened, including how he kissed her back on the first kiss (he felt it'd be better to tell her everything), Hermione just stared at him.

"Hermione? Are you angry with me?" Harry asked.

"Angry with you?! Of course not! I'm angry with Ginny! We should report her!" Hermione said.

"She said she didn't care about us being together, but Ron told her to break us up in anyway possible," Harry said, trying to suppress a grin, for he was relieved Hermione was on his side. "But I don't think Ron would of wanted her doing something like that."

"So you think it was just a bit of misunderstanding between them? And that Ginny just got a little, well lustful?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, But right now I don't care. All I care about is you," Harry said as he grabbed Hermione's hands.

Harry kissed her and when they broke apart, Hermione was beaming at him.

"Harry, I love you!" Hermione beamed.

"I love you too." Harry said as he kissed her again.

As time went on, it was no secret that Harry Potter was dating Hermione Granger. The Boy Who Lived and the hottest girl in the fifth year? Of course people knew. It didn't bother Harry either. He didn't mind the Slytherins making rude jokes or asking him stupid questions, it only reminded him of how much he loved Hermione. And, eventually, after a month since they had last talked to Ron, he came out of hiding.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted. And what Ginny did, well, that was just mental. I didn't tell her to make sure you guys broke up either, she lied about that." Ron said, apologizingly.

"Why would she lie about that?" Hermione asked.

"Well, she's always had a huge crush on Harry. So I guess she thought she could just blame it on me." Ron replied.

"Well at least you're back. It was kind of, well, lonely without you Ron," Harry said truthfully. "And we won't snog in front of you if it makes you uncomfortable."

"I don't mind. I was a bit of a prat, honestly. And I'll have a talk with Ginny." Ron said.

"Thanks. Ever since that night she hasn't been talking to me or Hermione." Harry said

"How was she?" Ron asked in a voice he clearly thought was a whisper.

"Ronald!!" Hermione screamed.

"What? I just wanna know if my sister pleased my best friend or not," Ron said. "Well, Harry? How was she?"

"Well? How was she Harry?" Hermione asked angrily.

"It was awful, really. I was just trying to wake Hermione. I wanted it to stop. She-" Harry hesitated here. "She thought I was only four inches, and I didn't release anything at her. And she went on for an hour or so, so I really didn't like it."

Ron snorted with laughter, "Only four inches. I'm sorry mate, but never bring a girl to bed with you,"

"Hermione's the only girl I'll ever need," Harry said angrily. "And I'm sure she doesn't care how big I am."

Harry grabbed Hermione's arm and stormed off into the library with her.

"Here, Ron won't follow us here. He hates the library." Harry said.

"Well? Are you?" asked Hermione.

"Am I what?" Harry said.

"Only four inches?" She giggled.

"Of course not!" Harry replied indignantly.

"How big are you?" Hermione giggled again.

"I don't know," Harry said, irritated.

"Maybe I'll have to find out. Say tonight? In the library?" Hermione blushed.

"O-ok," Harry said. "I, are you a virgin?"

"Yes. Are you?" Hermione asked him.

"Yeah." Harry replied blankly.

"Ok. So, we'll meet tonight?" Hermione asked excitedly.

"Yeah. We'll come down at about two. In the invisibility cloak," Harry replied, just as equally excited. "Do, well you're going to bleed if you're a virgin. Do you think there's a spell or a potion or something that will prevent that?"

"Well, yes, I suppose. It's complicated magic though, and I need you to say the incantation. I'll look up exactly how it needs to be done," Hermione said as she got up. "See you tonight."

Hermione dashed out of the library. Harry sat there a while. He thought he heard a familiar voice.

"Well there's got to be some way Crabbe! And if you can't do it, I'll just have Goyle do it!" Draco Malfoy's drawling voice whispered.

"Do what, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson asked in her annoying voice.

"Well, everybody knows about Potter and the Mudblood Granger being together." Draco said.

"Yeah." Pansy said confusedly.

"Well, what if Potter caught Granger in the act of kissing someone else? Or Granger caught Potter doing to same thing. They'd split. And then Potter would be irritable. And that means he'd go off on that Umbridge woman. And then Umbridge would put him in detention. And Potter's life would be miserable, which means mine would be better." Malfoy said happily.

"It seem like a bit of a stretch, but I know someone that Potter would kiss!" Pansy said happily.

"Who?!" Malfoy asked too eagerly.

"Cho Chang. If we told her Harry had a huge crush and that he wanted to kiss her, then maybe she'd go and kiss him. And where there's Potter, Granger isn't far behind." Pansy said happily.

"Why Chang? What's special about her?" Malfoy asked.

"Well, Potter used to have a huge crush on her. And well, I've heard Cho talking in the bathroom before, she was sure he would have made a move by now. She sounded disappointed." Pansy said.

"Perfect. Tell Chang that Potter wants to snog her. And he wants to do it in public so people know Granger isn't his girl anymore." Malfoy said.

Pansy dashed out of sight and Malfoy turned back to Crabbe, "Remind me to give her a good birthday present. She's hot that one."

Harry nearly choked. He was glad he had stayed behind. He wouldn't let Cho kiss him. He mustn't. He would tell her off. Tell her it was a lie. And he'd do it in front of Hermione. He couldn't lose Hermione. She was the only thing making this year tolerable.

Harry had expected Cho to not show up for some time, but he was mistaken, for she showed up two hours after Pansy left to tell her. Luckily, Hermione was right by his side.

"Hi Harry." Cho blushed.

"Hey," Harry said. "Something I can do for you?"

Without hesitation, and without Harry realizing what was happening, Cho was kissing him. Harry pushed her away.

"What was that!?" He bellowed, although he knew perfectly well what it was. He looked over at Hermione who was staring menacingly at Cho.

"Oh, well, I, um," Cho started tearing up. "Someone told me you wanted to kiss me in public so everybody knew I was your girl."

"I don't want anything of the damn sort. Hermione's perfect and the only girl I'll ever need, thank you." Harry said.

Hermione beamed, blushed, and gripped tighter to Harry's arm.

"Oh. Well fine then!" Cho said and ran off, crying.

"What was that about?" Hermione asked Harry.

"Malfoy set her up to it. Pansy told him I'd kiss her back. I overheard them though and knew it was coming. They were hoping we'd break up and that'd make me miserable enough to get mad at Umbridge. Then they were hoping I'd have detention. Malfoy said it would make his life better, because mine would be awful." Harry told her.

"Oh, Harry. I love you!" Hermione said and hugged him.

"What for?" Harry asked.

"Well, if you loved Cho you could have made an excuse to get away from me and just kissed Cho. Now I know you only love me! Most boys would have just kissed her and kept quiet." Hermione said, tearing up in a much cuter way than Cho.

"I'd never do that. I don't know if you've noticed or not, but I'm not like most boys." Harry said, hugging Hermione tightly.

"Yes, I've noticed," Hermione said, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. "See you tonight."

Hermione dashed off and Harry watched her run until she turned a corner and was out of his sight. Harry realized Hermione was really looking forward to later that night, so he promised himself he wouldn't disappoint her. He hoped he wouldn't disappoint her.

Harry finally started walking again, and within minutes was climbing through the portrait hole. He sat absentmindedly into a chair with Hermione and stared into the fire. Hermione laid her head onto his shoulder and closed her eyes. He couldn't wait until that night either.