It was a good deal after they had left the concert and had headed back to the castle that Ginny remembered her previous plan to double-cross the great Blaise Zabini. They walked in relative silence to the Gryffindor dormitory, and when they arrived there neither seemed to really know what was the appropriate farewell. Ginny figured this was as good time as any to make some progress on her plan. She lifted her head bravely and looked up at him. He looked slightly startled but soon gave her a soft smile.

"Did you have fun tonight?" he asked.

"I did," she said. "You?"

"It was amazing. Thank you."

"No, thank you," Ginny said. She took a step closer to him - they were so close that their bodies were almost touching, but he did not move back.

Blaise waited as if he expected her to explain or follow up on her sudden move, but she didn't say anything; she simply looked at him with expectant eyes and a mischievous smile.

"What are you doing?" he whispered, amused.

"I don't know," she whispered back without missing a beat. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"It looks like you are coming on to me, honestly."

"How am I doing?"

They were too close for her to not notice him react to this. She watched his Adam's apple rise and fall. She grinned.

"Well, but could do better," he managed to say.

"How?" she again asked without missing a beat.

He opened his mouth to respond, but her mouth covered his immediately. It was an aggressive kiss at first, but soon slowed down to a soft and playful one. His hands relaxed and wrapped around her waist, but after a light suck on his lower lip she pulled away.

"How's that?" she whispered with a grin.

"Not enough," he grunted, pulling her back into his embrace and kissing her. His tongue fought aggressively and her entire body shivered in ecstasy, but her mind came to and she pulled away again.

"Come on," he groaned. "You can't leave now."

"I very well can," she laughed. "You are a good kisser, but you could work on your hands a bit more." She turned to the Fat Lady, who all throughout this had somehow managed to stay asleep. "Oy! Lady! The password's green pumpkin."

"What do you mean, work on my hands?" Blaise asked, almost laughing at himself for how desperately he wanted her to stay out a little longer.

Ginny grinned at him as the Fat Lady let her in. "When I snog someone," she said playfully, "I like the bloke's hands around...here." She gestured at her chest.

"I-" stammered Blaise. "I definitely can do that-"

"Good night!" Ginny said with a wink as the portrait closed.

Hermione really wanted to blame it all on the firewhiskey that some green-haired girl with tattoos was handing out to everyone, but she in good conscience could not, given that she did not have any of it. Yet somehow the one kiss at the concert had led to more grinding, more groping, more snogging. Perhaps it was the music. She was rubbing herself up against his crotch and enjoying the few stolen touches he gave her bum or her breasts way, way, way more than she would ever admit to anyone. She was getting so turned on that she wished he would fish his hand down her pants again. He would feel a lot more wetness than he did before. Yet his hands stayed above the clothes as they felt her up with the music.

Based on the way they were touching and snogging she felt she may be even offended if he did not try to go somewhere private for more. But when the concert ended it was as if a spell were broken; he still kept her tucked safely under his arm as they walked but no longer tried to kiss her or touch her where she wanted him to. When they got back to Hogwarts he simply gave her a tight hug and bid her good night before heading off to the Slytherin dormitories. She was confused but more upset at herself for having so desperately wanted more.

Her roommates were sound asleep even as she rustled about the room to get ready for bed. She crawled under the covers. She would shower in the morning and so didn't bother change her panties, but she knew they were very wet. Perhaps she liked it that way for the time being. She blushed at the thought.

Her hand traveled under the covers to the bottom of her nightdress and silently pulled it up. She touched her panties. They were indeed very wet. She again blushed and gave herself a little push, like Draco had.

Making sure to keep her mouth shut as to not let any noise escape, she turned on her stomach under the sheets with her hand on her panties. The hand under her kept a steady angle as she pushed herself down against it. There was no denying the wetness still trapped inside her; the movement was so smooth and ecstatic she almost let out a moan.

The movements continued, and while her bed thankfully refused to creak, she knew her breathing was far from that of an asleep person. At one point she did not even care; it felt too good to stop.

"Mmm," she let out a small moan as she shivered. She felt sweaty. She turned back around and kicked her covers. She lay there, panting softly, looking up at the dark ceiling. She sighed. "That prick," she said under her breath.

Ron's party was the talk of the town. The sixth and seventh years were divided on how they felt about the no-date, no-entry rule. Students fifth year and below were just angry they were not allowed to attend. Hermione, Ginny, Ron, and Harry were having a lunch picnic by the lake when it resurfaced.

"It's so great you asked Luna to go with you, Harry," Ginny said.

"We're friends," Harry said quickly.

"We know," snorted Ginny. "And you, Ron?"

"Uh-"

"I mean, you must've had a gal in mind? No?"

"Well, I am the host, so- I figured I might go with someone if she hasn't found a date yet, you know, if someone wants to come, and, uh, I have some RSVPs without dates, so, here..." he reached for his bag and fished out a folded piece of parchment. "You see, here, there's Kylie Lim, Gabriella Spinelli, Natalie Queen..." Hermione was almost impressed. She would have been more impressed if his face hadn't turned bright red as he reached Natalie's name. She had forgotten to tell him about what she had learned about Natalie. She'd have to get to it soon-

"Natalie Queen!" laughed Ginny. "Boy, she'll have some limited choices!"

"What do you mean?" asked Harry.

"Not too many girls who fancy girls around here, are there?" Ginny said. "That definitely shrinks the pool quite a bit."

Ron's eyes widened. "What do you mean girls who fancy girls?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Don't be thick," she said. "This isn't Merlin's times."

"That's- that's not what I meant," Ron stammered. "Natalie fancies girls?"

"Oh. Yes, she's a lesbian. Didn't you know?"

"No, I didn't."

Ginny looked confused for a second, then - "Oh," she said. "Oh, Ron. Did you fancy her?"

Hermione gave Ron an apologetic and encouraging smile. Ron simply looked down, at lost for further speech.

Ginny was walking from the library with a book when a staircase she was climbing decided to move on its again, leading her to an unfamiliar hallway. "Oh, bullocks," she muttered she began to go back the way she came. Then came from the shadows Neville, looking again very disheveled.

"Oh, the staircase is back," he said. "We can lea- oh my God." He had noticed Ginny.

"What is it?" Ginger Stotts came out after him, buttoning up her top. "Oh."

"Is this for real?" cried Ginny. "What? Neville? With- with Stotts?"

Neville was frozen to the spot. Ginger bit her lower lip, looking slightly annoyed. She sighed. "Fine," she said.

"Wh-what," Neville managed to say.

"Okay, Weasley," Ginger said. "I'll lick your pussy."

"WHAT!?" cried Neville and Ginny at the same time.

"Um, eat you out? Go down on you? What's the phrase the kids are using these days? Either way, I'll lick your pussy, and you keep your mouth shut about this."

"I won't tell anyone! Just go!" cried Ginny, flabbergast. "Why on earth would you go straight to licking pussy!?"

"I don't know!" said Ginger. "It just seemed appropriate at the time! Don't get any ideas, I've only done it eleven times."

"You're giving me ideas by saying that," Ginny groaned.

"This year, I mean," Ginger added. "And it was also only on nine different girls, so, it's not like I do it on everyone."

"When's the last time you did it?" asked Neville.

"Neville!" cried Ginny.

"It was like, forever ago, at least a week," said Ginger with a sigh. "Look, Weasley. I don't ask for freebies. I can make you cum really fast, and Neville can watch, and -"

"No thank you," said Ginny quickly. Please, let's just get the fuck off this staircase. And Neville, stop looking so disappointed. Seriously!"

Ginger and Neville went on their merry way, and Ginny headed back to the Gryffindor dormitories. When she got there, to her surprise, Blaise was waiting, leaning on the wall.

"Hi," he said.

"Hello."

"I...thought about what you said," he said slowly with an amused grin.

"Oh?"

"And I think I can really, really do better."

"You do?"

"Yes. I know exactly where to put my hands now."

"Riveting. And when did you want to test this out?" Ginny enjoyed the flirting a lot more than she would like to admit.

Blaise glanced at his watch-less wrist. "I think I can squeeze you in now."

Ginny also held up her watch-less wrist. "It looks like I've got time now, too."

"That's very convenient, and a very pretty watch," said Blaise.

"Thank you," she grinned.

"Room of Requirement?" he said. "I mean, of course...only just to test this new bit out, I promise. I need practice to get better, you see."

Ginny stared down at her own breasts. "I agree. These need trained hands."

"Shall we?" Blaise said, offering his arm.

"We shall," Ginny said, taking it. She tossed her library book on the floor by the portrait.