Hermione and Ginny sat disecting the previous night over tea and toast. It was becoming a tradition after various balls and the raucous after parties in the common room. Only today Ginny seemed disinterested in discussing last night's events, which as a huge gossip was most out of character. Hermione sensed something was amiss and gently said, "Gin, you don't seem yourself. Os everything ok?" Ginny wailed for a good 5 minutes blabbering the odd incoherent word whilst Hermione rubbed her back and waited patiently. Finally she blurted, "Harry cheated." As soon as Hermione open her mouth to rubbish this claim, Ginny exploded, "the bastard cheated and if that wasn't hideous enough, it was with a guy. Neville to be precise! He was chowing down on Harry's monster cock." Disregarding the mental image which she was firmly storing in her wank bank for later (Hermione loved gay porn), Hermione asked, "what did you do?" "Well I ran off and I'm so humiliated I don't think I can face the fuckers." Hermione sighed, thinking that she would do more than face the fuckers. Who knew Harry could be as kinky as she was? She resolved to explore the possibility of a three way situation later. However, she was aware of the need to continue her sympathetic front. She had high political aspirations after all, so it wouldn't pay to make any enemies. She schooled her face to a picture of empathy and prepared to offer trite platitudes and empty words of support to the potentially the most irritating Weasley. Scratch that, Ron won that award every time!