-1 AUTHOR'S NOTES: I am 99.9 sure I have emerged from my writers' block. I am going with the flow with this story. In other words, I am winging it. You guys can give me ideas and I'll fit them in. I am skilful like that. Or you can just tell me how I am the best writer you ever seen and I stood write my own book and I will make millions. I wouldn't listen to you though. I am going to a culinary school in Utah next year and I know I can't write that well. This is long author's note thing, isn't. Well it has one more sentence after this. Here's Chapter 7!!!

Harry couldn't sleep. He kept tossing and turning in his camp bed. He couldn't stay in bed. He was burning hot and was starting to sweat. He decided to go down to the kitchen and get some water. He grabbed a glass from a cabinet and filled it with water. When he turned around, he saw Ginny staring at him with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. He knew why she was grinning at him. He was going to pay for putting her wand in his pants. Seconds later, she confirmed his thoughts when she said, "I'm going to teach you a lesson, Potter. My wand belongs in my hand, not down your trousers."

"And what do you plan on doing to me?" Harry asked. He had a hint of seductiveness in his voice, and Ginny noticed it. "What am I going to do to you?" Ginny repeated. "Oh, I don't know. Something along the lines of this." She took the glass of water Harry had in his hand, pulled the band of his pajamas forward, and dumped the water into them. Harry let out a yelp and grabbed his groin. "Harry, did you have an accident. Your pants are wet," Ginny said. She was laughing so hard her face was turning red. "You think that's funny, do you? Well what do you think of this?" Harry filled up the glass and threw it at Ginny's shirt. Since she was wearing a white shirt, Harry could see her bra. "It's a shame you're wearing a bra. Then we would be even." Harry thought Ginny was lunging at him to hit him, but she only pushed him into the laundry room onto a pile of clothes and starting kissing him. "It's a shame bad you're wearing your pajamas, I would be happy if you weren't," Ginny said. She started to play with the tie of his pajamas. Her hands were wandering downwards slightly. She wanted to make him pay for throwing water on her shirt. "This is my only pajama shirt. You will pay badly."

"Ginny, stop. We shouldn't be doing this." Harry was trying very hard to conceal his excitement. "I'm not stopping until I feel a bulge, Mr. Chosen One." She started to rub his privates. She could tell she was winning, but she couldn't feel results. She started to rub faster. "Stop, Ginny." Harry was starting to laugh now. "You're tickling me. You're not going to win. Tickling won't work. I'll laugh too much."

"Well, does this tickle?" Ginny said asked. She knew this would kill her inside, but she did it anyway. She stuck her hand down his pants. Harry yelped. "Your hands are wet and freezing." When she started to rub his groin without any fabric between their flesh, he could see an oddly shaped bulged in his pants. He wondered why it was odd looking, but then he remembered her hand was down his pants. "You whore," Harry said. He was grinning and his eyes were squinted. "Go to hell, Harry. You may want to do something about your friend here. Someone's coming." Ginny got up off him and walked back to her room. Harry looked out of the room and saw Hermione coming down the stairs. He got himself under control got off the pile of clothes. "Hi, Hermione. What're you doing down here at this time of night?"

"I'm thirsty. Should I ask you what you were doing down here with Ginny?" Hermione asked. "She was just being evil to me. I'm not sure you'll want to know how, though." Harry smiled when she gave him a repulsed look. "Yes, keep that to yourself, please."

"Well, I think I'm done here. G'night, Hermione." He planned on visiting Ginny on his way up while Hermione was out of the room. As if reading his mind, Hermione said, "I'll be back up there in about a half hour, so do whatever you want to do by then." Harry smiled to himself. Hermione was always more tolerant with his and Ginny's relationship than Ron was. I guess that's how it is when you have a little sister, Harry thought. When he arrived at Ginny's door, he didn't knock. He walked right in. Ginny was nowhere to be seen, though. No sooner had he lain on her bed did she walk in wearing one of his shirts. "I don't recall giving you permission to wear one of my shirts," Harry said. "Too bad. This is what you get for throwing water at my shirt."

"I thought you already paid me back downstairs." Ginny smirked at him. "I don't recall."

"It was something like this." He grabbed her hand before she could pull away and put to his crotch. He knew she had to use all of her self control not to pounce on him, and he was filled with satisfaction. He began to rub his groin with her hand, and then after a few seconds, he put her hand in his pants. She was glaring daggers at him, which made him laugh. He took her hand from his pants and walked over to the door. He stopped when he was in the doorway and started grinding the door. When Ginny started laughing, he said, "oh, you like that do you. I bet you're jealous this isn't you."

"Maybe I am."