Harry grinned at Ginny "Well, if we have to interrupt them, let's make them really suffer. He exploded in an obviously contrived bout of coughing. The two embracing figures jumped apart looking around wildly. Hermione made a vague attempt to look fascinated by the fountain and failed miserably.
Harry poked his head over a shrubbery, "Oh it's you, is it? Didn't know anyone was here," Harry blinked his eyes innocently and smirked. Ginny clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle, ruining her attempt to look casual.
Ron's jaw dropped unattractively.
"Er, just looking at the moon," Hermione stammered, color flooding her face, visible even in the dark moonless night. Harry raised his eyebrows while Ginny made an elaborate charade of craning her neck to see where the moon was.
"Oh…right…the moon," Harry sniggered before Ginny smacked him in the arm and they both beamed innocently. "Er, what do you make of this?" He held out the parchment. They put their heads together and read.
"Where did you get this?" Ron's eyes were wide and, yes -- definitely excited at the prospect of possible danger. This question led to some blushing and stammering in return by those who would go broom riding scantily clad.
"Well, we found it!" Ginny answered brightly.
"Yep! Found it – you know, just …around…" Harry shrugged, quickly changing the subject. "So what d'you think?"
"Think?" Hermione shook her head re-reading the missive. "There's nothing to think about! You're taking this to Dumbledore!"
"Much as I'd like to deliver it to Malfoy personally along with a Tongue Ton Toffee, our Head Girl is, as always right." Ron sighed exaggeratedly, then jumped. It appeared to Harry that the aforementioned Head Girl had pinched him in a rude place. Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled it around his waist and held it there. "If there's going to be some kind of attack tomorrow, he's got to know about it."
Harry sighed, taking the parchment back. He'd somehow hoped that Ron would toss it away, call him daft for even worrying, and give him an excuse to push his sister into the bushes for another go.
"Right – see you later." Harry and Ginny walked back into the shadows.
"SSHhhhhh!" Ginny put a finger to her lips. They both listened.
"Do you think they heard?" Hermione sounded very embarrassed.
"Don't care if they did – Come here." Ginny rolled her eyes at Harry and they prepared to walk away. Ron's voice continued, "So what was that other, er - little trick you learned? Tell me about it so I can look forward to it for next time – what was it called? Icarus Wings?"
Ginny raised one eyebrow at Harry and they both ran, stifling their gasps of laughter in their robes and each other.
The corridors were silent except for the occasional explosion of mirth from the highly amused and more than a little curious couple.
"Melted wax?" Harry chortled," Or maybe feathers?"
"Either way," Ginny gasped, hanging on to him for support, "I've GOT to have that chat with Hermione."
That was too much for Harry. "Dumbledore will just have to wait!" he yanked her decisively behind a velvet curtain. It sheltered a little nook with a window seat and a small bust of a fat smug looking man. The plate under it identified him as "Pontius the Pompous".
"I see that you possess excellent judgement in coming to see me, my children," he simpered in a fey voice.
"Nice to meet you." Harry picked him up, set him on the ground and gave him a hard shove with his foot through the curtain.
"Why I say…!" the voice disappeared.
He backed Ginny onto the window seat. She fell back giggling. When he leaned over, arms on either side to prevent escape, he grinned wickedly. Tangling his fingers luxuriously in her hair, he ran a feather light tongue around the edge of her ear, breathing "Let's see if we can figure out what 'Icarus Wings' is" She gasped, arching her back and meeting his lips fiercely, pulling him down against her. Harry trailed hot kisses down her throat and lower, spreading the robe as he went. She cried out when he found a particularly sensitive spot and he silenced her with a finger to her mouth. She pulled it gently between her lips, running her tongue the length of it. He hissed in blissful torture as she successfully freed him from his robes, hands becoming more purposeful and assertive. He swooped her up in his arms and sat down, turning her to face him on his lap. Her eyes widened…
Suddenly there came the sound of approaching footsteps. Two distinct and horribly familiar voices floated through the velvet curtain.
