The Boys

"Check!" Harry stated triumphantly at Ron, who was sitting across from him. His face radiated glee and he looked closely at the chessboard. Ron would definitely find it hard to get out of this formation.

"Hey, Ron" he said giving him a punch in the arm. " I said, check… check!"

But Ron wasn't listening. His eyes were widened in horror as he stared at the staircase that led to the girls' dormitory.

"I wonder what they are doing," he whispered in awe.

A loud stream of giggles erupted from above them.

"It's just not right is it?" Dean Thomas ambled over towards them, behind him; Seamus was staring up at the stairs with narrowed eyes.

Giving in Harry moved forward, away from the chess game. "What on earth are you guys talking about?"

"The girls," Ron whispered, with a shudder, his eyes still widened and his voice deep and mysterious.

Harry rolled his eyes "What about the girls?"

"Are you blind, Potter or just plain stupid?" Seamus asked him, a look of superiority etched across his features. "Look around you."

Harry looked. His eyes widened also, as he realised that through the fifty or so Gryffindors in the room not a single on of them was female.

He cursed. "What the hell!"

Dean dropped his head dramatically and shook it from side to side.

"What are they doing?" he said ignoring the maddening glares the others were shooting at him.

"They're having some sort of weird girly-" he shuddered "slumber party" whispered Ron.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Well-" he started to explain before a very high pitched screech from above cut him off.

"OH MY GOD!"

The boys looked at each other. They were all thinking the same thing. 'Oh my god… what?'

The common room was in total silence as boys from each year looked at each other.

With a sudden load creak the door at the top of the stairs opened and down came… One of them…

Ginny Weasley was wearing a pair of loose shorts and a large T-shirt. Harry gulped. His eyes wandered to her creamy white legs and for some reason beyond his free will they resided there. God he hoped Ron didn't notice…

She was clutching an opaque plastic bag in her hands and her face beheld an aura of both nervousness and hilarity at the scene before her.

She looked around the room, seemingly unaware that she was only in her night garments, and chuckled slightly at the bewildered looks she was receiving. She looked around before her brown eyes rested on Harry.

She began to walk towards him matter of factly. He gulped.

"Ginny!" Ron exclaimed, moving forward towards her, "Go upstairs! Your only wearing you know…" he stumbled, trying to find the words, " you know" he paused once more," That! Guys are looking!"

Taking a deep breath she rolled her eyes and ignored him. She reached forward and grabbed Harry by the robes, pulling him towards her. For one glorious moment, Harry thought that she was going to kiss him, but no. She merely gave him the bag in her hands, leaned forward and whispered seductively into his ear, " Not Bad, Potter" She tilted her head slightly before turning around and walking calmly back to the stairs.

Everyone was quiet.

"Well???" Seamus exclaimed, "What is it"

Harry shrugged before curiously peering into the bag. What he saw almost made him fall over in shock.

Inside the bag was a pair of salmon pink boxer shorts covered in mini snitches.

He cursed before a blush worthy of the Weasley's overcame him. His face burning with embarrassment, he clutched the bag possessively to his chest. 'How the hell had she gotten those!'

Slowly backing away from the curious stares coming from his fellow men, he turned and all but ran up the stairs.

"Not so fast Potter!" Dean yelled before making a grab for the bag, but Harry was too quick and was climbing the stairs to the boys' dormitory at an alarming rate.

The boys were just about to follow him when a loud bout of laughter carried downstairs and the door opened once more.

All the boys turned their heads comically to the staircase. Each one of them held their breath, dreading who would be next.

Hermione arrived at the bottom of the stairs after apparently having been pushed. She looked both flustered and extremely embarrassed. She wore only a pair of black silk pyjama bottoms and a white tank top. Her hair had been bunched into a high ponytail; wisps had escaped from the front, frizzy curls framing her face.

The majority of the boys in the room relaxed, some even smirked. They all knew exactly who was next.

"Tough luck, Ron." Dean whispered before nudging him in the ribs.

Ron hadn't moved. He was awestruck. She was beautiful and just so cute. Damn he couldn't breathe.

"Can I talk to you Ron?" she was right in front of him.

Damn damn damn!

"Errrr, sure" he mumbled

She grabbed his wrist and led him out of the common room, through the portrait door.

Ron gulped. His heart was beating faster and faster, crashing against his chest.

"So," he choked out. Averting his eyes from her, trying exceptionally hard not to look somewhere that could surely earn him a slap. He cleared his throat. "What did you want to talk about?" The words tumbled out of his mouth. He wiped his brow and brought his other hand through his hair.

"Nothing, I-" She faltered, " I can't," she whispered

He looked at her, straight into her cinnamon eyes. This seemed to steel her into doing what she did next.

"I can just show you," she murmured. Ron could see that she felt extremely awkward and nervous. She was wringing her wrists and biting her lip in a way that made Ron's heart skip a beat.

Taking a deep breath she steeled herself, reached forward, and enclosed her hand around Ron's neck. Slowly moving onto her tiptoes, she pulled him forward and slowly captured his lips in a very short but sweet kiss. He lifted his hands up, one rested on her back, the other on her neck, his fingers playing with the curls on the nape of her neck. His mind exploded into a frenzy of fireworks.

Ron was in a state of shock that in the small space of time that the kiss lasted he had no time to think about properly returning it. As within the space of a few seconds, she was gone.

"What?" he stuttered incredulously before going back into the common room and catching Dean with a very similar expression on his face. Whipping his head around he saw two girls, one with very dark long hair and the other with a large bundle of curls piled onto her delicate head.

"Bloody hell" he whispered to himself.

He stood at the entrance flabbergasted and was only brought back when Harry, who had just returned waved a hand before his eyes.

"Ron!"

Ron didn't answer; he simply smiled and raised a quivering hand to his lips. Maybe slumber parties weren't all that weird.