Chapter 13 Halloween
A/N: This chapter starts the M rating, if you don't like it, don't read it. Also, someone posted an anonymous review for the last chapter about some aspects I included... honestly, if you don't like something, like the fact that I wanted the characters to have a Chicken Fight, then keep it to yourself. I take constructive criticism, not blatant rudeness. This story has some cannon, but this is what I want to happen to the characters. Now they are going to have Halloween, even though people will feel the need to tell me that they don't have Halloween over there... too freakin' bad, I want them to have Halloween damn it = P
For those of you who are enjoying this story, I hope this chapter gives you some entertainment, and a bit of smut mixed in = ) Happy reading! (oh, and reviews are nice)
October seemed to just fly by, courses and all, causing everyone to look forward to Halloween. "May I have your attention please? This Halloween we are instituting an old tradition, which has been tucked away, so to speak, since 1975 (A/N: This goes along with another story that I will be finishing writing and posting hopefully this summer called Changes). We are going to have a Halloween costume ball," Professor McGonagall said. Applause erupted from all around the Great Hall, especially from the seventh years. They wanted a bit more excitement this year. "This dance will be open to all students, but the first and second years may only attend until ten. The rest of you may attend until one in the morning. You will be able to go into Hogsmeade village this weekend to collect your costumes and such. And please note that all costumes should be school appropriate. I hope you all can be judges to that," she warned. "I will be holding a prefects meeting to discuss further plans this week, so see them about the details."
There were a good two weeks before the dance; ample time for people to get their costumes as well as dates. Hermione and Ron were going together and so were Neville and Luna (as they were the only ones of their group of friends that were officially coupled up). The latter couple was going to go as Robin Hood and Maid Marion. Luna had seen Robin Hood the Disney movie in her Muggle Studies class and absolutely fell in love with that. "You have to be a very secure man to walk around in green tights, especially around Luna," Ron muttered to Neville in the common room. All Neville could do was blush which was what he did a lot because people would compliment him now on how good he looked.
Hermione and Neville met with the prefects to decide how they would decorate things in the Great Hall. Professor McGonagall gave them the reasons as to why the ball had been suspended until now: The Marauders. They had played a prank on the entire student population and it made such a huge mess for the entire staff; something about blowing up a bunch of pumpkins simultaneously so no one would really get caught. The group decided on a Muggle themed ball; of which even Hermione didn't even have that much experience with. She was rather lonely as a child, and wasn't invited to many parties; so she got some help from different Muggle-borns in their year. They would have everything in black and orange. There would be traditional Muggle decorations: black and orange crêpe paper, spider webs, rubber bats, ect… All the food would also be Muggle themed, with scary food items. Along with all the food there would be Muggle as well as wizarding sweets strewn all over the tables. Hagrid had sportingly agreed to grow them some oversized pumpkins and several of the artistic Hufflepuff's, and Dean Thomas, would be carving them to make scary faces and such.
Ron and Hermione disappeared into Hogsmeade late one night, through the one-eyed witch's passageway, under the cover of Harry's invisibility cloak. They bought their costumes, but refused to tell anyone who they were going to be going as. Harry still had to find a date though. Ginny ended up saying yes to Justin Finch-Fetchley. Harry was so angry over it, he almost couldn't stand it. He was even tempted to ask a Slytherin girl as revenge but decided against it; none of them were even remotely pretty, or nice for that matter.
'Why am I even angry over this,' he thought. 'She's not even my girlfriend.'
'But you want to be her boyfriend,' another voice inside his head reasoned.
'I broke up with her,' he argued back.
'She said that she might take you back one day.'
'Well now she's going with someone else,' Harry sadly noted.
'You should have asked her,' the voice reasoned back.
"I should have," Harry said out loud, a note of defeat sounding in his voice. He ended up asking Hannah Abbott and she agreed to go. Bill had partnered them up one day in DADA, and they got to talking. Since she still hadn't been asked, Harry figured he would try his hand. She happily agreed to go with him. They decided to go as a mob boss and a call girl, but it was mainly Hannah's idea.
The day of the dance had arrived. Professor McGonagall gave the whole school off to prepare for the dance that night, a school treat. All the guys had been ready within a half an hour, and were just waiting for the girls to come down. Justin met the guys in Gryffindor tower, and Hannah was invited to get ready with the rest of the Gryffindor girls and Luna as well, since she was always there anyway.
Ron was going to be first to greet his date. He was wearing a simple black peasant shirt, opened slightly at the front, showing off his firm, freckle-spattered chest. This shirt was paired with simple black trousers that seemed to hug his legs, one of the features that Hermione was absolutely in love with. His long red hair was pulled back into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck, a habit he was getting more used to. His hair easily reached his shoulders and was always getting in his way during classes. He resigned himself to letting his mum cut it a bit for the dance, to better fit the role; even thought she would have it cut terribly short if she got her way. Hermione came down the stairs and was met with gasps from many of the other males in the room. She was wearing a peasant dress which was a bright red-orange color. It was very formfitting top and hung loosely from her hips to the floor and had a scoop neck with showed off the tops of her breasts. Her hair flowed loose and beautifully, her curls having been tamed now that her hair was long and heavy; they fell into gentle waves, cascading down her back. They were supposed to be the couple from Hermione's favorite movie when she was growing up, the Princess Bride. She made a mental note that when they were on winter break she would have to show Ron this movie somehow.
Neville had on a knee-length dark green tunic, paired with light green tights. His green cornered hat was the topper that made him look almost irresistible. Neville had more muscle than people gave him credit for; now you could clearly see his broad chest, defined arms, and well muscled legs. Since he grew out of his awkward stage, many girls inquired about him, but they were all turned away when they all heard that he was dating 'that odd girl from Ravenclaw'. Everyone thought she was odd until she came gliding down the stairs. Her dress was a pale pink dress that faded to a deep magenta as it reached the floor. The top was a scoop neck and the top was also fashioned like a corset, causing her breasts to nearly spill over the top of the dress; though she really didn't need the dress to do that. Luna actually looked like any normal girl in Hogwarts, but that's not why Neville was attracted to her. She was breathtakingly beautiful at this moment. Neville would have loved her if she was ugly, because he was in love with her person; but seeing her in this dress, his jaw would have hit the floor if it were possible. Harry had to push his chin up and close his mouth, less he look more like a fish. Luna giggled at his reaction, before walking – more like floated – over to him and gave him a gentle kiss.
Hannah came down next in a short blood red dress. It looked like she had been poured into it. Harry never really paid any attention to her body, but he did notice how she filled out the dress, the killer curves that she had hidden under the baggy robes that she wore. The dress was slit all the way up the side and was lace up with simple red silk material. The neckline was plunging to say the least. Her hair was twisted into an elegant knot at the back of her head, showing off her back; which Harry would say looked quite delectable, if he did say so himself. Harry greeted her and the bottom of the stairs. His black pinstriped suit made him look like a real mob boss; it was something that he found in a wizarding costume shop, because Muggle suits weren't a common occurrence in the robe-wearing wizarding world. Hermione had helped him find a spell to help his eyesight, which he was going to used on a regular basis, and he could go on without his glasses for long amounts of time. He had used a ridiculous amount of Sleak-Eazy's hair potion that it was slicked back like Draco used to wear his hair during their first and second years. They certainly made a handsome couple.
Ginny was the last to come down, but was taking her sweet old time with it. Justin stood there waiting. His costume was really wild. He had on a tight, red suede shirt that had bell sleeves. It dipped low in the front, leaving his sparse chest exposed and he wore a gold medallion. His pants were blue crushed velvet. He looked like he had gone to see a stylist back in the seventies and came back still wearing the clothes.
"What are you supposed to be?" Ron asked, looking him up and down skeptically.
"A pimp," Justin replied, not realizing what this could do to him. Ron's face turned red and it was spreading to the tips of his ears.
"You had better not say that Ginny is a hoe," Harry warned, his face contorting slightly in anger. Ron looked just as murderous.
"Hey, man, back off, this was her idea," Justin said, almost pleadingly; he started backing away from the duo slowly, not making any sudden movements.
"I don't care, no sister of mine is going to look like she is selling herself," Ron said hotly.
"I'm not going to be selling myself, I'm an entertainer from a club back in the seventies, not a hoe," Ginny said as she descended the stairs. Her costume made all the guys' jaws drop. She had on a pure shimmering gold halter, Harry didn't even think it could be considered, shirt. It was v-neck in the front and completely backless, minus one string across the middle of her back, and at the back of her neck. Her skirt tied off in one corner and was just shy of the middle of her thigh. You could see her entire right leg in the slit in the skirt, and Harry looked rather appreciatively at that luscious right leg. (A/N: Think Beyonce's first costume in Goldmember, although I made the skirt much shorter = P).
"Bloody hell," Harry murmured. Justin nearly fell over once she came to stand near him, her hips swaying maddeningly as she walked.
All the couples headed down to the Great Hall together, greeting other people as they went. It looked wonderful. Hagrid had really grown some big pumpkins and those Hufflepuffs were absolutely amazing, all the designs were both Muggle and Wizarding (one was a scene from the Nightmare Before Christmas). Professor McGonagall and several of the other teachers had shown their holiday spirit by dressing up. She had on a Muggle version of a witch's costume: a tattered floor length gown, a fake broom, and a large pointed black hat. Professor Flitwick poked fun at his size by dressing up as one of the dwarves from the movie Snow White, Doc. Bill decided to bring Fleur and they were a devil and an angel. Bill wore an all white suit and a halo charmed to float a few inches above his head and Fleur wore a small tattered, yet stylish, red dress. Viktor had brought his older sister, Sheena Krum, and they were dressed up like cave people. It was an uncanny likeness that they didn't need make up or anything, just the animal print clothing; although the clothes were probably far sluttier looking than had been back then. The Weird Sisters were on the stage performing, playing several selections while the students enjoyed their meal.
Harry looked around at many of the other students: Draco came with Susan Bones; they were dressed as Zorro and Elena. Dean came with Emma Young, a Hufflepuff seventh year; they were a football player and a cheerleader. Ernie MacMillian came with Julia Clearwater; they were Wolf and Virginia from the movie theTenthKingdom. Everyone looked so beautiful. After their meal, the Weird Sisters played a few slow songs, just as a warm up.
"Would you care to dance?" Harry asked, offering his hand to Hannah. She blushed and put her hand in his. He led her onto the dance floor and curled his hand around her waist, the other one still gripping hers. They maneuvered themselves around the dance floor; Harry's dancing had improved considerably since the Yule ball in fourth year. His nervousness had worn off. Their bodies were fairly close but they weren't as close as some others that were on the dance floor. Ginny was nearly glued to the front of Justin. The creature that had, up until this point, lay dormant in Harry's chest since his sixth year was now wide awake and roaring in protest to the actions that this couple was performing, especially with his Ginny. The creature made him want to rip Justin to shreds and take Ginny right there on the dance floor. Ron and Hermione didn't even notice because he was leading her gracefully around the dance floor. He didn't even step on her feet once, much to Hermione's pleasure.
Once the music started to pick up and the dance floor became thick with people, Hannah left to go get a drink. This left Harry to dance with the many people who surrounded him. He felt someone come up to him after a moment or two and press their chest into his back. He felt breasts on the chest, so he could assume that it was a female. They were gyrating their hips, swaying to the beat of the music. He spun around in her arms, to face this unknown dance partner. He found Ginevra Molly Weasley. His eyes roamed over her figure, which he could now ogle up close: her red hair was pulled off her back, being swept back into a long, haphazard ponytail; her slender shoulders and torso, freckle spattered chest, covered with gold silk; he could see ample cleavage, something he didn't know she had that much of; the majority of her flat stomach was exposed and looked absolutely delicious. He let his hands rest on her hips, which were now gyrating up against his pelvis. Soon his hips were reciprocating the movements, in time with the music. She looked up at him, her amber eyes penetrating his emerald green ones.
"Where's Justin?" Harry asked, his breathing slightly ragged.
"I ditched him," Ginny said huskily. Not breaking eye contact.
"Why?" Harry held his breath for her answer.
"He said I kept looking at you," she murmured, running her hands up his chest. He felt the creature in his chest roar again, but this time it was out of triumph. His hands moved lower on her lower back, pulling her flush against him. She let out a gasp of surprise.
"And why were you looking at me?" he asked in her ear as she turned around in his strong arms. Her back was now facing him but she still danced just as close.
"Because you look hot," she leaned back and rested her head on his chest, running her hands up his neck and messing with his gelled hair. His hands moved sensuously over her stomach, feeling the toned muscles she had gained from Quidditch training. "Where's Hannah?"
"She went off to get drinks," Harry said, looking around for his date and found her with Ginny's date, snogging by the drinks table. "I think our dates are interested in each other."
Ginny followed his gaze, finally seeing what he had. "Good, they found someone who actually wants to be with them." The music sped up, and Ginny gyrated harder against his pelvis. He could feel a stirring down below his pelvis and Ginny could feel it too. She enjoyed the fact that she could bring this reaction out in him. After a few more songs Harry leaned down and asked if she wanted to get drinks. She nodded and, still pressed rather closely to him, moved their way through the crowd over to the drinks table. Justin and Hannah had vacated the area, in favor of the darker corner farther away from everyone. Hermione and Ron walked over to them and the looked a bit leery. Hermione grabbed Ginny and they walked over to a table and sat down, ready to have a serious talk. Ron pulled Harry aside to talk to him as well.
"What was that all about?" Ron asked.
"What?" Harry tried to feign dumb, but failed abysmally.
"You and my little sister out there on the dance floor," Ron said, anger now permeating his calm facade.
"I don't honestly know," Harry said, really telling the truth this time. "She was dancing up behind me and we ended up dancing together."
"So what's up with you two?" Ron asked, still a bit peeved that any guy would dance with Ginny like that.
"I don't really know, she hasn't said anything."
"Umm… Where'd your date run off to?" Ron asked.
"I think," Harry said looking at the dark corner, "that she and Ginny's date are over there snogging."
"Tough luck," Ron said mockingly.
"Yeah, at least my new dance partner looks better."
"Now come on!" Ron protested. "Hannah isn't that bad looking."
"You had better not let Hermione hear that," Harry joked.
"I won't, but you have to agree with me," Ron reasoned.
"She's not bad looking, but Ginny's way better."
"I think most guys would agree to that."
Meanwhile…
"Ow, Hermione, let go," Ginny cried as Hermione grabbed her arm and drug her over to a table away from the guys. Once they sat down at the table, Ginny started up. "What the bloody hell did you do that for?"
"Because I just saw you practically attached at the hip with Harry on the dance floor," the older girl cried. "And I would like some answers please."
"Oh, you saw that did you?" Ginny asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. She looked like a kid who just stole a cookie from the jar before dinner.
"Yes, now spill it!" Hermione giggled. "Why?"
"I don't know; I saw Hannah leave to go get drinks or something. He looked lonely, and a bit lost to be honest. So I went and danced up behind him and we just ended up staying there together. He's very good at that now though," She added as an after thought, smiling slyly.
"So what is the deal with you two?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know"
"How can you not know? You were all over him out there!"
"So what if I have a physical attraction?" Ginny said defiantly. "I mean, even you have to admit, he has a good body; and he's pretty hot, according to most of the female population here."
"Yeah, you're right," Hermione conceded. "But I know you have an emotional connection with him. You even told him that you would like to get back together with him."
"I know…" she trailed off looking over the crowd to where Harry and her brother were. They were coming to the table. "I'll talk to you more about it later."
"Okay," Hermione whispered.
"Ginny?" Harry asked, hearing a slow song coming on. "Would you care to dance?"
"Sure," Ginny said happily. She hopped out of her seat and linked her arm with the one he was proffering. They weaved their way through the other couple and began a slow dance. Harry had one arm curled around her waist, holding her flush against him, his other hand held hers carefully in his and rested them against his chest. She laid her head on his shoulder, listening to his steady heartbeat that drowned out all the other sounds at the dance.
Ron and Hermione watched in amazement as they danced similarly. "How can they be relaxed like that?" Ron asked.
"Because they're soul mates," Hermione said wistfully. "They do want to be together, but Ginny feels like people will be cynical of her because of their breakup."
"But if they're soul mates, it shouldn't matter if they are together or tonight. They should just get together, no matter what everyone else thinks."
"I wish it were that simple," Hermione signed.
"Oh, but it is, my dear," Ron said, lightly kissing the top of her head. "Just look at us."
"True," she said and leaned up to kiss him for all to see.
It was nearing eleven and all the younger students had finally cleared out and went up to bed. Hermione and Ron had just taken a break from dancing and Ron had to use the loo. Hermione went to go get drinks for them, but was accosted by none other than Viktor Krum. His caveman outfit did show off his Quidditch muscles but Hermione didn't really even care.
"Hermy-own, you look lovely," he whispered in her ear, trailing his finger across her shoulder. She shivered, not out of pleasure, but out of disgust. "You sure have turned into a fine vitch, Hermy-own."
"Um… thank you Viktor, but I must be going," she tried to step around him but she found him to be in front of her again.
"Do you love him?" Viktor asked, keeping her from walking away by putting a hand firmly on her shoulder.
"Let me go," she warned.
"Do you love him?" he asked loudly again.
"Yes," she said defiantly. "Now can I go?"
"No, how could you love him. He vas horrible to you for years."
"I don't care," she spat. "I love him!"
At the same time…
Ron was headed back from the loo and was confronted by Sheena Krum. She was very appealing to the eye, but Ron only had eyes for Hermione. "Vood you care to dance?" she asked sensuously, rubbing her hand on his exposed chest.
"Er… No, I have to get back to my girlfriend." Ron tried to back away without turning his back on her, in case something would happen.
"Why don't you wait until she's done flirting with my brother," she said smugly, pointing over at Hermione and Viktor. Ron felt angered, Viktor was touching her, he hated when others toughed her. He began to walk over to her and was about to give his professor a piece of his mind when he heard Hermione say, "I don't care, I love him."
"I love you too, 'Mione," he said softly from behind her. She turned around sharply and looked up at him, surprised.
"What?"
"I. Love. You," he repeated slowly, putting his hands on her waist.
"Are you ser—" he cut her off by pushing his lips lightly against her. His grip tightened on her waist as he pulled her closer. When they broke apart, Ron faced Viktor.
"Leave her alone or you will have to deal with me," he growled. He kept a tight grip around Hermione's waist, keeping her flush against his side. Viktor slumped away, off in the direction of his sister. He began to yell at her in Bulgarian. Hermione could only understand a few words, something about her not trying hard enough. A slow song started up again and Ron turned to her. "Would you care to dance?"
"I'd love to," she smiled, and pushed herself closer to him.
There was a break in the music while the Weird Sisters were packing up for the night, so Professor McGonagall put on a magical CD player and put on music from Muggles and Wizards. Ginny, who was still facing Harry, began to move her hips in the same way as earlier. Harry trailed a hand down her cheek to her neck, shoulder, back, and settled on her hips. They gyrated closely together for a few songs. When Ginny felt the need to get closer to him, she slid her hands over his chest and to the back of his neck, entwining her hands in his hair. She tugged lightly at the locks and pulled his head down to meet her in a kiss. A few people surrounding them gasped, but the rest didn't notice, nor did they care. He responded immediately and the creature in his chest nearly exploded out with triumph when their tongues met. They battled against on another, fighting for the control that neither one would gain for more than a moment or two. He moved his hands from her hips and snaked their way into her silky red hair, which he released from her ponytail, and pulled her closer to him.
He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, looking her in the eye. She had a determined look in her eyes, a look that he had grown to love. "Ginny?" he murmured.
"Hmm?"
"What was that for?"
"You looked like you tasted good," she shrugged.
"Well…?" he questioned with a smirk.
"I was right," she whispered, pulling his head back down for another kiss. He returned it eagerly. Ron looked on and grimaced; even after two years he still could not get used to the fact that anyone was kissing his little sister.
They danced until the end of the ball; Professor McGonagall shooed them all at one in the morning. Ginny gripped Harry's hand and they practically ran back to their tower and she pulled him up to his bedroom, knowing full well that she couldn't get him up to her room because of the curse on the stairs.
"Ginny, wait," he gasped as she pushed the jacket off his shoulders and began to undo his tie.
"No," she whispered hoarsely as she kissed him again. He let all his inhibitions fly out the window for once in his life, but he did have one last coherent thought. He pressed his hand to her stomach. She felt it grow warm; the contraception charm had been cast. Ginny kissed him again, and he felt her fingers undo the buttons on his shirt effortlessly. The silk shirt fell from his shoulders. Her hands swam over his bare skin.
"Hang on!" she said, grabbing his wand from his hip pocket. "Scourgefy," she said, pointing his wand at his hair. The entire potion cleared away from his hair, leaving his hair back to its messy, normal style. She ran her fingers through it, loving the sounds he was making. "Much better."
He kissed her quickly but turned his attention to her jaw line and neck. Ginny moaned but gasped when she heard Dean coming up to the bedroom. Harry effortlessly guided her back over to his bed. They clambered onto it and closed the hangings. He cast the silencing charm and also the imperturbable charm so no one could get to them.
"Hey Harry?" Dean asked. He tried to pull the hangings back but couldn't even touch them. "Bloody hell Potter!" he sounded amused but left them alone just the same. Ginny rolled them over, landing on top, she kissed his neck and chest, making him groan. Her hands slid down to undo his belt, and his pants button. He helped her to get them off. His hands went to the ties that held her top together, he pulled on the strings and it came undone. The gold silk material fell away, leaving her decent sized breasts open for him to see. His hands traveled up her sides while still looking her in the eye. He brushed his thumbs over her breasts, causing her to shiver. He quickly flipped her so she was under him. His hand traveled up to her left breast and gave it a quick squeeze, 'It's firm yet soft at the same time,' he thought.
Ginny threw her head back, moaning and arched her back to she could press more fully into his hand. He began to kiss her with greater fervor; his lips were rough and demanding. Her hands gripped at his back, pressing her fingers to his shoulders; she loved the pressure of his body on top of hers. His hand left her breast and went down to undo the sting of her skirt. When he slipped it away he found a silky gold g-string.
"Ginny?" he whispered while he caressed her hip, pulling back and looking at her.
"Yes, Harry, please," she groaned, pulling his lips back down to hers. Her hand wandered downward and cupped him through his boxers, which were only a thin layer of black silk. "I know you want it as much as I do."
She was right, she could feel the effect she had on him, and it was by no means small. Ginny moved her hand inside his boxers, up and down his length, making Harry groan. He slipped his hands into the waist band of her knickers and pulled them down and away from her body. She returned the favor, and relieved him of his boxers. He let his body cover hers.
"Are you sure?" he asked tentatively, brushing his lips against hers.
"Yes," she said, grabbing him lightly, and guiding him to the warm place between her legs. "Just go slow."
Harry nodded. She could feel him start to push into her and it felt glorious, mainly pleasure, with very little pain. He kept up his painstakingly slow pace until he was about halfway in. she needed all of him, and she needed it now.
"You okay?" he asked.
"I need all of you now," she moaned, and gasped when his hips snapped forward, filling her completely. "Ohh," she moaned, wiggling her hips, trying to get accustomed to his size. He began to move slowly in and out of her, but Ginny couldn't take it anymore. "Faster," she urged, her hands gripping on his hips to urge him on.
Harry complied, his hips moved a whole lot faster, he leaned down to kiss her, almost tasting the sensations he was wringing from her. Soon, her hips were meeting his, thrust for thrust. She was crying out his name over and over, very glad that Harry had put up the silencing charm. Ginny felt the sensations beginning in her stomach; her grip tightened on his shoulders, digging in her nails. He gasped at the pain but felt a sensation that was very similar to Ginny's, and he knew he was close. He snaked his hand down her side and down past her stomach, and touched her spot. She cried out in pleasure, so he rubbed it a few more times. She came, screaming his name. When her walls tightened around him, it was enough to send him over the edge as well.
He groaned, spilling himself into her and collapsing on top of her. She felt wave after wave of pleasure, then gently floated back to Harry. She stroked his hair, waiting for him to come back as well.
"Am I too heavy?" he asked, finally gathering enough energy to kiss her cheek.
"No, just perfect," she replied. But he rolled over to his side, looking down at his favorite redhead. His hand traced small designed on her stomach.
"Are you okay?" he asked the very loaded question.
"Yeah, I think so," she said, looking him in the eye. She summoned his dress shirt and put it on. He slipped back into his boxers, not quite feeling up to putting his pajamas on. He pulled the covers back down and they slipped under them and cuddled together for warmth.
"I love you, you know," Harry said quietly as she was drifting off to sleep, her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest.
"I do too," she mumbled. He put his arms around her and drew her in closer. He breathed in her scent, flowers and strawberries. Harry fell asleep stroking her beautiful red hair.
Ron woke up the next morning and nuzzled his nose into Hermione's bushy brown hair. She had asked him to sleep next to her last night, and he happily complied. All of them practically slept in the Head's dormitories anyways. "I never saw Harry and Ginny come in last night, did you?" Ron asked.
"No," Hermione replied sleepily. She stretched like Crookshanks would. Her feet barely touched his. "You want to go get some breakfast?"
"Sure," he said, still looking worried about Ginny.
"Don't worry Ron, I'm sure she's asleep in her dormitory," Hermione said. "I'll go check after breakfast if you'd like."
"Alright then," Ron said, getting up. He changed into his spare pair of clothes he kept in her room. She changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt. They had a quick breakfast in the Great Hall before they headed off to Gryffindor tower. Hermione headed up to Ginny's bedroom, but only found her room mates.
"Girls!" Hermione yelled. "Where's Ginny?"
"She never came up last night," one girl grumbled.
"What do you mean she never came up?"
"She looked pretty cozy with Harry last night, didn't she?" one girl asked.
"Bloody hell!" Hermione shrieked and ran down the girls stairs. She didn't even bother to look at Ron as he was going up the boys' stairs to find Harry, but she passed him nonetheless. They reached the room at near the same time and Ron just stood there flabbergasted.
"Ron?" Hermione asked timidly.
"He had better have drawn those curtains to keep the sunlight out," Ron said ominously.
"I'll check," Hermione said quietly. She made her way over to the bed and nonverbally ended the imperturbable charm. She pulled the curtains back and had to stop her gasp from coming out. Harry was shirtless and spooned up behind Ginny, who was only wearing his shirt. Ron walked over to Hermione when she hadn't said anything.
"Bloody-!" he began but Hermione turned around and effectively shut him up with a kiss.
"Shh…" she said when she broke the kiss. "Let them come to terms with what they did. They'll explain it to us when they are ready. Maybe they just fell asleep?"
"I hope they did," Ron grumbled before guiding her out of the room.
Ginny tried to stretch as she would every morning, and found that a hand currently wrapped around her waist was quite limiting. She turned to see who was providing her warmth: Harry James Potter. It took her a moment to remember everything that had happened last night. She turned over gracefully as she could in his arms, so she could face him. He sighed in his sleep. Ginny leaned in and kissed him softly. She moved her lips sensuously against his until he started to return the movement. She pulled away and he looked down at her. "Good morning sunshine," he murmured, kissing her forehead.
"Good morning handsome," she replied, running her fingers through his hair, which was messier than normal. "How'd you sleep?"
"Wonderful, since you were here," he said, gathering her up in his arms, her cheek pressed up against his chest. "Do you regret it?"
"No," she murmured. "But I think we really need to talk about this."
"Yeah, but lets go get some breakfast first."
"That would be a wonderful idea, if I had clothes," she said wistfully.
"I can call Kreacher to get some of your clothes," he suggested.
"No, I don't want your house-elf knowing that I shacked up with you last night. I'll just wear something of yours," she winked at him before rolling off the bed. He reached for her, but she sauntered over to his chest of drawers and rummaged through them for something suitable to wear. She finally pulled out a pair of Gryffindor sweat pants and an old t-shirt; his old dress shirt was discarded.
"You look adorable," he commented, seeing how his clothes hung very baggy on her. The pants fit her like some ofDudley's old things fit him at first, but she shrunk them down so they were only slightly big on her. Harry rolled out of bed and pulled on an outfit matching hers.
"Well, you look adorable as well," she said. She walked over to the bed and started to pull on her clothes off it, but Harry found her knickers before she did. He took them and hid them in a drawer. "I think I'll keep those as a reminder of last night."
"Just don't let Ron see," she joked.
"About him—" Harry asked, but Ginny cut him off.
"After breakfast," she said.