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Once again, the Gryffindor common room was filled with food and drinks when the hungry players and spectators streamed in from the chilly outdoors. Harry and Ginny claimed a couch for their own, and sat close, talking quietly for most of the evening.

Ron and Hermione sat together holding hands and drinking butterbeer. While Ron went to get them some food, Hermione watched Wood and Felicia sneak off furtively, occasionally giggling hysterically.

When Ron returned, Hermione asked him where Wood and Felicia had gone, and what they were going to do. Oh, she is so naïve.

'I don't know. Probably victory sex,' Ron said.

'Not a bad idea,' Hermione said slyly, reaching for a Chocolate Frog from Ron's overloaded plate.

'Ok. What? WHAT? Are you serious?' Ron looked deep into her eyes.

'No, I'm Hermione. But why not?'

'OK, let me rephrase that. What I mean is, are you sure?'

'I have never been more sure of anything in my life. C'mon.' She leapt off the table, beckoned to Ron, and then quickly ran up the staircase to the boys dormitory. Ron quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard them or seen her, and followed. Neither had noticed Neville sitting right behind them.