The Gryffindor common room collectively jumped as Ginny Weasly stormed into the room with tears streaming down her face, the door banging behind her. Only seconds passed before the door slammed open again and Harry came rushing in. His hair was mussed and his cheeks were flushed. His lips were bruised and wet – it was no guess what he had been doing.

His shirt was half open and what buttons were done up were in the wrong holes, as if they had been done up in haste. His red and gold tie was untied and hanging loose around his neck.

Harry's pants hung low on his hips, revealing a hipbone; his belt was open as well. He looked utterly debauched.

"Ginny! It wasn't what it looked like!"

The redhead girl spun around on her heel, her eyes streaming tears and her face screaming murder "It was exactly what it looked like Harry James Potter, don't give me that crap!" she took a menacing step forward "How could you do this to me?"

"How could I do this to you?" Harry shouted "I didn't do anything to you!"

"I bloody well saw that much!"

Harry through his hands into the air and cried out in frustration "I don't get what your problem is Gin, you're acting like I cheated on you!"

"You knew how I felt! You knew exactly how I felt about you Harry! And you go and do that!"

"It's not like I asked you to walk in on me!" Harry shouted back. In all honestly Harry felt intensely guilty about Ginny finding out about them, especially like that. He had made it clear to Ginny that he didn't want a relationship with her, but that didn't seem to deter her feelings.

"You were in the bloody Quidditch Shed Harry, it wasn't exactly private!"

"I can do whatever I want, with whoever I want, bloody well wherever I want Ginny! It's none of your concern!"

In anger, Ginny picked a pillow up off the couch that was sitting next to a quivering first year and threw it at Harry, it hitting him squarely in the face "It bloody well is my concern Harry! I love you! How could you do this to me?"

"What is your problem?" Harry screeched as he rubbed his face where the pillow hit "You're not my girlfriend. I told you how I felt about you Gin, so why are you acting like this?"

"Because you told me you loved me!"

"LIKE A SISTER!" Harry yelled, startling the other occupants of the room. He was pacing back and forth and as he walked he finally bothered to notice exactly who was privy to this fight.

There were a few nameless students dotting the room. Dean and Seamus were sitting at the chess table staring blatantly. Percy was sitting at one of the study tables with a look of disgust on his face – know him he was probably upset that his study session had been interrupted. Neville was on the ottoman in front of the fire with an open herbology book on his lap. Hermione and Ron sat together on the love seat and it seemed Hermione was the only thing holding Ron in his seat.

"Merlin Ginny!" He sighed and raked a hand down his face, he really didn't want to do this here, but it would seem he really didn't have a choice "I care about you, I do. But I love you like a sister, like I love 'Mione. I don't know what else I can say to you."

"If you care about me and love me I don't see why you wouldn't date me!"

"It's because your Ron's sister! I'm not going to date my best friend's sister! It would be wrong, a breach of our friendship! It –" Harry's words were cut off as he received a harsh slap across the face.

"Don't you say another word Harry James Potter! Don't you lie to me! That is not a reason! THAT-IS-NOT-A-REASON!" Harry winced as she shrieked at him "That is not a reason and you know it! So don't you dare use that reason!"

"But Gin, it is a legitimate reason, I –"

"DON'T!" she yelled "It is not a reason! If you truly believed that it was a reason you wouldn't have done what you did!"

Harry sighed and looked at Ginny sadly "I'm sorry Gin, I didn't want you to find out like that. I just – I didn't want…"

"What?" Her words were sharp and more than one person winced "You didn't want to admit it because you were afraid? Were you afraid of what people would think of you?" She laughed coldly "Good job Harry, I'm sure people are going to think so much better of you now."

The Gryffindor common room was silent; the air was hard with tension as onlookers held their breaths as they waited to find out exactly what The-Boy-Who-Lived was hiding from them.

"Go on Harry, why don't you tell them who I caught you with, I think we would all love to hear you admit to it out loud." She sneered.

As Harry looked upon her face all he could feel was sadness and guilt. Her face was pained and pinched. Her eyes were red and puffy and her tears had long stopped streaming as she let her anger get the better of her. Her hands were clenched in fists beside her, fingers curling into her robes.

"You caught me fucking in the shed Ginny. It wasn't you. Get over it. What I do isn't your business."

"YOU WEREN'T THE ONE DOING THE FUCKING HARRY!" More than a few gasps were let loose at this admission and all eyes swivelled to look a Harry, who was staring straight ahead at Ginny.

"So what?" Twin voices challenged from behind Harry. Harry swivelled around to see Fred and George standing behind him, both wearing looks of determination. It didn't occur to Harry that they had the same debauched look about them as Harry did, but the rest of the common room certainly did.

"No matter if Harry had been topping,"

"Or bottoming,"

"You still would have been upset."

"We love you Gin,"

"But you should have realised you were chasing a guy that flew for the wrong team."

"You should just admit to the fact that,"

"You're only upset because,"

"You spent so long chasing a gay guy,"

"With the wrong equipment."

Everyone was staring at Harry as the twins spoke, not quite able to comprehend the fact that Ginny had caught Harry bottoming to the Weasly twins. Harry tried in vain to contain his blush, to but no avail.

Ginny stared opened mouthed at her brothers for a few minutes before she shrieked and stormed out of the room, the portrait slamming behind her.

The room was silent, everyone unsure how to break the tense silence. As the adrenaline wore off Harry began to realise a few things:

1 – He was incredibly sore. Taking two Weasly twins was a feat – especially when one took them both at the same time. Harry thought it a testament to Mrs Weasly's strength; if Arthur Weasly was anything like his sons; it wasn't hard to guess just how Molly was able to conceive seven children so easily.

2 – His pants were indecently low; hanging off of his hips and seconds away from slipping down. Harry quickly grabbed at his pants and held them up with a fist.

3 – There was more than one hickey visible on his body. The worst part was because he was holding up his pants, he couldn't properly close his shirt to hide them.

4 – His friends were all giving him mixed looks. They ranged from anger, shock, humour, pity and disgust. Harry cringed when he saw the latter expression on Percy's face.

"Well that was unpleasant wasn't it Gred?"

The respective twin nodded to his brother and sighed "Yes, it could have gone a lot better." Then he started to smile lasciviously "But I think I know a way to sweeten this sour mood."

"I think you're thinking what I am Gred."

"I think I am Forge." They shared one quick grin before they pounced on Harry. Harry shrieked as he was tackled to the ground.

The laughing twins jumped up, picking Harry up with them – one holding him up by the legs and the other by the arms. Before Harry could even realise what they had in mind, he was dragged off and up into the tower.

With a bang the doors to Harry's room shut behind them, the door locking. Leaving a room of stunned Gryffindor's in their wake.