"Wow," Harry sighed, his bare chest rising and falling.
Ginny giggled and wrapped the blanket around her body, crawling up next to him and collapsing in the nook of his shoulder. He kissed her on the forehead and glanced at the watch on his right wrist.
"Shit," he mumbled, sitting up.
"What?" Ginny asked from the floor with only the red blanket separating her naked body from the cold stones.
"We missed dinner."
"Are you serious?"
Harry nodded and positioned himself over the red-headed vixen, kissing her neck and causing her to giggle helplessly. "Well, it's your fault."
Ginny's mouth dropped open, "Hardly!"
The young couple kissed one last time before making an effort to move. Harry stood up and went through the pile of robes lying on the floor, trying to distinguish which ones belonged to whom. Ginny snatched her white panties from the floor, trying to put them on under the covers. Having finished, she tried to do the same with her modest bra as Harry looked on curiously.
"Don't look!" she protested. Although she acted grown up in many ways, she was still quite embarrassed of her body.
Obediently, Harry turned around as he fastened the buttons to his robe but attempted to sneak a peek.
"Stop it!" she squealed.
Harry pounced on her half-dressed body and kissed her cheek. "I can't help it," he said, tightening his grip around her body.
Ginny giggled and playfully tried to get away.
Eventually the young couple ended their secretive rendezvous by Ginny transforming the two blankets, one thick and red, the other white, back into throw pillows. She banished them back to their place on the couch. As she slipped her wand in her pocket, she looked at Harry with a smile. She was still proud of the fact that she had been proclaimed as the best Transfiguration student in her year.
"I'm getting hungry," she whispered in his ear as they walked down the empty corridor, away from their secret meeting room.
"Me, too," Harry agreed, wiping his glasses on the sleeve of his robe before giving Ginny a quick kiss.
The corridor was empty, mostly due to the fact that the room they had rendezvoused in a smaller-than-average classroom that didn't seem to be used. They still guarded the door with protective charms. It was located only a few meters away from the stairs to the eastern astronomy tower which was only used at midnight for classes, so the two felt safe as they made their way to their house's tower. The young couple continued to sneak kisses when they were sure no one could see them.
As a small group of first year Hufflepuffs passed, Harry swooped the red head up in his arms and refused to let her go.
"Oh, Harry," she protested, "let me down."
"Never," he responded diligently, spinning her around. Her arms tightened in a strong grip hold around his neck.
"I'll tell Ron!" she teased.
He immediately let her down. "Wouldn't want that, would we?" he retorted.
They both laughed at their mutual dirty secret, followed by a slightly uncomfortable silence.
Ginny parted the silence by stopping and making eye contact. "Harry," she began, "we are going to tell Ron and Mum eventually, aren't we? I mean, we can't keep doing this forever."
"Of course," he began while looking off in the distance. Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her behind the corner, hiding them from the portrait of the Fat Lady and the Philosopher down the hall.
"Wh-," she started to ask before he covered her mouth with the palm of his hand and gestured towards Hermione's door. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Look."
Carefully, Ginny peered around the corner and saw a swish of black robes and the portrait of the philosopher closing behind him. With her blue eyes widened, she looked back at Harry. "Is that Snape?" she asked. Harry confirmed her suspicions by nodding.
"What was he doing in Hermione's room?" she asked.
"I don't know," he responded, somewhat lost in thought.
"I have to go meet my study group in the library. I'll talk to you later?"
"Of course."
She began to walk off before turning on her heel and returning to Harry. Biting her lip, she gave him a kiss and nervously whispered, "I love you."
"Love you, too," he responded as she gave him a little wave and walked off towards the library carrying a broad smile.
Harry entered the common room and slouched down on an over-stuffed, crimson chair, contemplating his options. He felt as if he needed to do something. The problem was, what could he do? Obviously, the first question that plagued Harry was why Snape was in Hermione's rooms. Harry knew Hermione Granger, whether she liked it or not. Even if Hermione had seemingly parted ways with Ron and Harry, she couldn't turn her back on six years of friendship no matter how hard she tried. Various explanations ran through his scarred head, but none of them seemed right. Harry knew there was some connection between Snape's presence today and a week ago when Hermione had her near fatal encounter with Duplexplicis. As a matter of fact, Harry thought to himself, it's quite a coincidence that he happened to be in Gryffindor Tower when Hermione overdosed.
Harry racked his brain for the conversation that occurred in Hermione's quarters. He wasn't positive what was said, but he remembered looking at Hermione's comatose body and hearing Lupin tell Snape to make an antidote and implying that Snape was quite familiar with the stuff. Harry had not taken any notice at the time, but now he wondered. And what about Crookshanks? No one had bothered explaining what had happened to the poor cat. Now it seemed as if pieces of a seemingly impossible puzzle were coming together. He shook his head, feeling quite stupid for not realizing such things earlier.
"I can't believe it was Snape," he whispered to himself.
Ginny giggled and wrapped the blanket around her body, crawling up next to him and collapsing in the nook of his shoulder. He kissed her on the forehead and glanced at the watch on his right wrist.
"Shit," he mumbled, sitting up.
"What?" Ginny asked from the floor with only the red blanket separating her naked body from the cold stones.
"We missed dinner."
"Are you serious?"
Harry nodded and positioned himself over the red-headed vixen, kissing her neck and causing her to giggle helplessly. "Well, it's your fault."
Ginny's mouth dropped open, "Hardly!"
The young couple kissed one last time before making an effort to move. Harry stood up and went through the pile of robes lying on the floor, trying to distinguish which ones belonged to whom. Ginny snatched her white panties from the floor, trying to put them on under the covers. Having finished, she tried to do the same with her modest bra as Harry looked on curiously.
"Don't look!" she protested. Although she acted grown up in many ways, she was still quite embarrassed of her body.
Obediently, Harry turned around as he fastened the buttons to his robe but attempted to sneak a peek.
"Stop it!" she squealed.
Harry pounced on her half-dressed body and kissed her cheek. "I can't help it," he said, tightening his grip around her body.
Ginny giggled and playfully tried to get away.
Eventually the young couple ended their secretive rendezvous by Ginny transforming the two blankets, one thick and red, the other white, back into throw pillows. She banished them back to their place on the couch. As she slipped her wand in her pocket, she looked at Harry with a smile. She was still proud of the fact that she had been proclaimed as the best Transfiguration student in her year.
"I'm getting hungry," she whispered in his ear as they walked down the empty corridor, away from their secret meeting room.
"Me, too," Harry agreed, wiping his glasses on the sleeve of his robe before giving Ginny a quick kiss.
The corridor was empty, mostly due to the fact that the room they had rendezvoused in a smaller-than-average classroom that didn't seem to be used. They still guarded the door with protective charms. It was located only a few meters away from the stairs to the eastern astronomy tower which was only used at midnight for classes, so the two felt safe as they made their way to their house's tower. The young couple continued to sneak kisses when they were sure no one could see them.
As a small group of first year Hufflepuffs passed, Harry swooped the red head up in his arms and refused to let her go.
"Oh, Harry," she protested, "let me down."
"Never," he responded diligently, spinning her around. Her arms tightened in a strong grip hold around his neck.
"I'll tell Ron!" she teased.
He immediately let her down. "Wouldn't want that, would we?" he retorted.
They both laughed at their mutual dirty secret, followed by a slightly uncomfortable silence.
Ginny parted the silence by stopping and making eye contact. "Harry," she began, "we are going to tell Ron and Mum eventually, aren't we? I mean, we can't keep doing this forever."
"Of course," he began while looking off in the distance. Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her behind the corner, hiding them from the portrait of the Fat Lady and the Philosopher down the hall.
"Wh-," she started to ask before he covered her mouth with the palm of his hand and gestured towards Hermione's door. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Look."
Carefully, Ginny peered around the corner and saw a swish of black robes and the portrait of the philosopher closing behind him. With her blue eyes widened, she looked back at Harry. "Is that Snape?" she asked. Harry confirmed her suspicions by nodding.
"What was he doing in Hermione's room?" she asked.
"I don't know," he responded, somewhat lost in thought.
"I have to go meet my study group in the library. I'll talk to you later?"
"Of course."
She began to walk off before turning on her heel and returning to Harry. Biting her lip, she gave him a kiss and nervously whispered, "I love you."
"Love you, too," he responded as she gave him a little wave and walked off towards the library carrying a broad smile.
Harry entered the common room and slouched down on an over-stuffed, crimson chair, contemplating his options. He felt as if he needed to do something. The problem was, what could he do? Obviously, the first question that plagued Harry was why Snape was in Hermione's rooms. Harry knew Hermione Granger, whether she liked it or not. Even if Hermione had seemingly parted ways with Ron and Harry, she couldn't turn her back on six years of friendship no matter how hard she tried. Various explanations ran through his scarred head, but none of them seemed right. Harry knew there was some connection between Snape's presence today and a week ago when Hermione had her near fatal encounter with Duplexplicis. As a matter of fact, Harry thought to himself, it's quite a coincidence that he happened to be in Gryffindor Tower when Hermione overdosed.
Harry racked his brain for the conversation that occurred in Hermione's quarters. He wasn't positive what was said, but he remembered looking at Hermione's comatose body and hearing Lupin tell Snape to make an antidote and implying that Snape was quite familiar with the stuff. Harry had not taken any notice at the time, but now he wondered. And what about Crookshanks? No one had bothered explaining what had happened to the poor cat. Now it seemed as if pieces of a seemingly impossible puzzle were coming together. He shook his head, feeling quite stupid for not realizing such things earlier.
"I can't believe it was Snape," he whispered to himself.