It was around 11 o'clock at night, but the Gryffindor Common Room was still
glowing with soft candlelight.
Ginny and Harry were snuggling together on one of the small velvet couches. Ron was sitting the couch opposite, trying to plait Hermione's hair, who was sitting at his feet immersed in her Magical Costumes book. Ginny had been straightening the twigs on her Orbit, but now she was nodding off to sleep on Harry's lap.
"Great match today, Harry," Ron whispered, so as not too disturb Ginny. Harry looked up from where he had absent-mindedly been playing with Ginny's curls.
"Mmmm, wasn't bad," he replied. "Wonder what's happened to Malfoy though? He left in a right shit after we won."
Ron nodded, smirking. "Yeah, I know, but he was pretty funny to watch. By the way, Harry," Ron added in a whisper, "You'd better watch Ginny. Malfoy was full-on hitting on her today."
Harry's eyes darkened momentarily. "I know. Just because she's about the only chick in the school he hasn't hit on yet."
Hermione glanced at Harry and shook her head. "Nope, that's not the reason. Ginny's gorgeous, Harry. He's hitting on her because she's one of the prettiest girls in the school." Ron nodded in agreement.
Harry unconciously gripped Ginny's shoulder possesively. "Don't think I haven't noticed that, Hermione. I know how gorgeous she is. And Malfoy can piss off. She's spoken for," he growled darkly.
"Are you talking about me?" Ginny asked groggily, pulling herself up from Harry's lap sleepily. Her hair was messy from Harry playing with it and her short sleep.
"Don't worry, Ginny. It's nothing important," Harry told her, kissing the top of her head. Hermione frowned at him, but said nothing.
Ron averted his eyes and looked down at the pathetic chestnut-brown plait in his hands and gave a frustrated cry. "How do girls do this?" He fumed. "It's bloody impossible, I tell you! Don't you dare start laughing at me, Harry! I bet you couldn't do any better! Go on, try Ginny's hair. You won't be able to do it either!"
Hermione turned around and grabbed her hair from Ron's hands. "You're useless, Ron. Plaiting is easy! I think I'll do it myself." She turned back around and quickly plaited the length of it herself.
Ron gave her a glare. "Just 'cause you're a girl, and girls are the only people who can do it," he snapped at her. Hermione giggled. Ginny was trying to tell Harry he was plaiting her hair wrong (he had taken up Ron's challenge after all), and he had her hair in all sorts of complicated twists, none of which looked remotely like a plait.
"Harry! I'm never going to be able to get all these knots out!" She cried. "I blame this on you, Ron! If you hadn't challenged him, then my hair would look relatively normal right now! It's all your fault!" It was Ron's turn to laugh now. Harry was shaking with laughter too.
"Bloody boys." Ginny stated angrily to Hermione. She rolled her eyes in agreement, and Harry and Ron fell on the floor in fits. Ginny glared at them. "Funny funny ha ha." She snapped.
Harry, clutching his sides, tried to sober up. "Sorry, Gin. I couldn't help myself. It's ok, I'm shutting up now." He pulled himself off the floor and back onto the couch with Ginny. Ron did the same with Hermione. Harry grabbed Ginny around the waist and pulled her under him, so she was flat on her back beneath him. He bent to kiss her, when Ron suddenly cried in disgust,"Get a room, you sickos!"
Harry grinned up at him, and Ginny placed her arms around his neck. "Ron, do you mean to tell me that this is foreign to you? I bet you and Hermione have done similar things before." Harry stirred.
Ron blushed bright red, trying to say something, but no words were coming out of his mouth. Hermione smirked and turned to face Ron. "Come on Ron. Harry's our best friend. We should tell him what we get up to at night."
Ron gaped at her. "Hermione! That information is strictly between you and me!"
Ginny giggled. "So you do get up to things, you two!?"
"No!" Ron yelled. "We do not! And if we did, I would not be divulging the information to my nosy little sister!"
"He's actually pretty good, Ginny," Hermione reasoned. "You wouldn't think so by looking at him, but he's not all that bad in bed."
Ginny and Harry howled with laughter, but Ron blushed to the roots of his hair. "Hermione, shut up! My stupid sister isn't meant to know any of that! And shut your dumb face, Harry!"
"Ronnie, I'm only teasing!" Hermione laughed. Ginny and Harry cracked up again.
"Shut up, you two!" Ron shrieked at them. "And you can't talk, Harry! I bet you and my sister have been at it like rabbits ever since you started dating!"
Harry tried to stop laughing."Before we started dating, actually." He corrected. It was Ginny's turn to blush as red as the Weasley hair now.
"Well, there you go!" Ron spluttered. "What did I just say! You can't start paying us out then, Harry! You and Ginny have only been going out for two days!"
"But like I said, Ron. We were having sex before we dated." Which was only last night come to think of it, Harry thought. Ginny gasped and grabbed Harry, putting her hand on his mouth to prevent him from saying anything more. Ron blushed at the utterance of the word "sex," and Hermione giggled at his immaturity.
"I don't want to talk about this anymore, Harry." Ron stated. "You and Ginny do what you like. Hermione and I'll do the same. Let's not have people nosing into each other's business." He glared at his sister meaningfully. She laughed, but suddenly shrieked and flung her hand away from Harry's mouth.
"Harry!" She yelled at him. He was laughing his head off. "That's disgusting, Harry! He just licked my hand, Mione!" She screeched, incensed. "Do you know how gross that feels? I can't get over that Harry, you're revolting!" She wiped her hand gingerly on Harry's shoulder. Harry quietened down for the third time that night and took deep gulps of air to control his breathing. He took her hand again, but this time he kissed it. Ginny tugged her hand away anyway.
"I'm not gonna let you touch me after that, Harry," she snapped. Harry leant back on the couch, chuckling deeply.
"Come on Gin. I'm not that bad a licker. And I'll die if you don't let me touch you anymore!" He cried piteously.
Ginny glared at him. "Harry?" He glanced up at her, grinning in amusement. She glared at the expression on his face. "Bite me," she snapped.
Harry grinned delightedly, "Oh, if I have to," he joked, and his mouth lowered on hers, his white teeth nibbling her bottom lip. Ginny pushed against Harry's chest, but gave up after a second and kissed and bit him back savagely. After all, kissing Harry was her second favourite pastime. Ron didn't notice them this time. He was too busy kissing Hermione. Slyly, Ginny pulled away from Harry's lips and took his large hand in both of hers and ran her tongue down his palm.
"Ginny!" Harry gasped, yanking his hand away from her in shock. She grinned mischieviously, relishing her revenge.
"There now," She said sweetly, "You didn't like it any more than I did, did you, Harry?"
Harry's eyes narrowed as he regarded her. Then his mouth slowly curved into a sly smile. "I didn't mind it actually, Ginny. You could do it again if you'd like. Or I'll lick you, I don't mind which."
Ginny sighed in pleasure, "Trust you to turn it sexual," she murmered as his tongue darted out to run along her lips.
Ron was just coming up for air in Hermione's arms, when he saw Harry licking Ginny's mouth. "Ok! I think we'll be making tracks, Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, maybe a little too loudly. Hermione disentangled herself from him and rested her head against Rons shoulder.
"Come on Ginny, I think its time to go to bed now." He put his arm around her waist and lifted her up in his arms. Harry climbed the stairs and said good night to Ron and Hermione. He then turned to Ginny. "Seeya in the morning georgous!" She savoured his kiss and watched him walk across to his own dorm. But Ginny was not tired.
****
Draco struggled with the heavy door. He was up in the top most tower of the guest wing. It was always reserved for his father, Lucius.
Draco closed the door behind him. It was rather dark inside and he expected to see his father, but he was not there. Instead, Dracos attention was drawn to the ceiling, which was lined with lumionus snakes which glowed in soft oranges and yellows. Lucius liked making magic images, especially those which scared people. Draco guessed that it came naturally with his father. Last time when Draco was home, Lucius had scared the shit out of his son, when he made a flying set of blood-red eyes fly out of the roast dinner. Narcissa had been furious, but Lucius just glared.
The snakes looked relatively harmless, however and so Draco took the chance and stepped one foot further into Lucius's domain.
"Father, are you in here?" No answer. "Guess not then" Draco murmured to himself.
Draco decided to look around, afterall, this was one of the first times that he had EVER been alone in his fathers guest room. He didn't even think that he had ever been in Lucius's bedroom chamber at home. Not ever. But he still knew what sort of goodies that his father hid, the problem was that he didn't know where to start.
"God, there must be something decent that he's left lying around."
He began to pick through wizard hats, python canes, black robes, wands, silver skulls, enchanted watches, small green bottles of poison and large bottles of alcohol. Nothing unusual, Draco thought, as he took a swigg of port.
The lanterns gleamed with soft fire, Draco had been exploring for around an hour and there was still no sign of his father. He figured that was a good thing since Lucius did not like anyone sorting through his black magic. No one had even dared. Draco would be punished severly if he was caught.
He sat back in his fathers leather armchair and proceeded to read a loose parchment. 'Dark Mark Gazette.' The headlines read 'Deatheaters looming lust for Mudblood' and 'Martin Lestrange, A promising new Dark Lord' Draco smirked. "Well, well, Martin thinks he's top shit this year." He slammed the parchment down, "Isn't there anything decent here?"
It was pitch black outside, yet the stars were incredibly bright. Draco was begginning to wonder if his father ever slept because his bed wasn't even touched. The black silk sheets were made perfectly, the silver symbols on his bed were intriging, so interesting in fact that Draco wanted a closer look. Without warning, a loud hiss warded him away. It was Silivriss, Lucius's cobra, which was coiled on the black sheets. Draco stepped back rather quickly, this was enough to make him want to leave. Afterall, his father had STILL not shown up and he desperately needed to speak with him before bloody breakfast time. He wanted a better broom from him for a start, those goddamned nimbus 2001's were a heap of shit. He also needed some advice on Ginny, although when he thought about it, tonight wasn't really a good night to do it. He had lost the quidditch match and his father had seen everything. He may not be in a good mood, but then again, Lucius rarely was.
Slamming the door, Draco started down the winding stairs, he weaved in and out of hidden doors and corridors. Draco knew how to get all over Hogwarts without being seen, so did Lucius.
Ginny and Harry were snuggling together on one of the small velvet couches. Ron was sitting the couch opposite, trying to plait Hermione's hair, who was sitting at his feet immersed in her Magical Costumes book. Ginny had been straightening the twigs on her Orbit, but now she was nodding off to sleep on Harry's lap.
"Great match today, Harry," Ron whispered, so as not too disturb Ginny. Harry looked up from where he had absent-mindedly been playing with Ginny's curls.
"Mmmm, wasn't bad," he replied. "Wonder what's happened to Malfoy though? He left in a right shit after we won."
Ron nodded, smirking. "Yeah, I know, but he was pretty funny to watch. By the way, Harry," Ron added in a whisper, "You'd better watch Ginny. Malfoy was full-on hitting on her today."
Harry's eyes darkened momentarily. "I know. Just because she's about the only chick in the school he hasn't hit on yet."
Hermione glanced at Harry and shook her head. "Nope, that's not the reason. Ginny's gorgeous, Harry. He's hitting on her because she's one of the prettiest girls in the school." Ron nodded in agreement.
Harry unconciously gripped Ginny's shoulder possesively. "Don't think I haven't noticed that, Hermione. I know how gorgeous she is. And Malfoy can piss off. She's spoken for," he growled darkly.
"Are you talking about me?" Ginny asked groggily, pulling herself up from Harry's lap sleepily. Her hair was messy from Harry playing with it and her short sleep.
"Don't worry, Ginny. It's nothing important," Harry told her, kissing the top of her head. Hermione frowned at him, but said nothing.
Ron averted his eyes and looked down at the pathetic chestnut-brown plait in his hands and gave a frustrated cry. "How do girls do this?" He fumed. "It's bloody impossible, I tell you! Don't you dare start laughing at me, Harry! I bet you couldn't do any better! Go on, try Ginny's hair. You won't be able to do it either!"
Hermione turned around and grabbed her hair from Ron's hands. "You're useless, Ron. Plaiting is easy! I think I'll do it myself." She turned back around and quickly plaited the length of it herself.
Ron gave her a glare. "Just 'cause you're a girl, and girls are the only people who can do it," he snapped at her. Hermione giggled. Ginny was trying to tell Harry he was plaiting her hair wrong (he had taken up Ron's challenge after all), and he had her hair in all sorts of complicated twists, none of which looked remotely like a plait.
"Harry! I'm never going to be able to get all these knots out!" She cried. "I blame this on you, Ron! If you hadn't challenged him, then my hair would look relatively normal right now! It's all your fault!" It was Ron's turn to laugh now. Harry was shaking with laughter too.
"Bloody boys." Ginny stated angrily to Hermione. She rolled her eyes in agreement, and Harry and Ron fell on the floor in fits. Ginny glared at them. "Funny funny ha ha." She snapped.
Harry, clutching his sides, tried to sober up. "Sorry, Gin. I couldn't help myself. It's ok, I'm shutting up now." He pulled himself off the floor and back onto the couch with Ginny. Ron did the same with Hermione. Harry grabbed Ginny around the waist and pulled her under him, so she was flat on her back beneath him. He bent to kiss her, when Ron suddenly cried in disgust,"Get a room, you sickos!"
Harry grinned up at him, and Ginny placed her arms around his neck. "Ron, do you mean to tell me that this is foreign to you? I bet you and Hermione have done similar things before." Harry stirred.
Ron blushed bright red, trying to say something, but no words were coming out of his mouth. Hermione smirked and turned to face Ron. "Come on Ron. Harry's our best friend. We should tell him what we get up to at night."
Ron gaped at her. "Hermione! That information is strictly between you and me!"
Ginny giggled. "So you do get up to things, you two!?"
"No!" Ron yelled. "We do not! And if we did, I would not be divulging the information to my nosy little sister!"
"He's actually pretty good, Ginny," Hermione reasoned. "You wouldn't think so by looking at him, but he's not all that bad in bed."
Ginny and Harry howled with laughter, but Ron blushed to the roots of his hair. "Hermione, shut up! My stupid sister isn't meant to know any of that! And shut your dumb face, Harry!"
"Ronnie, I'm only teasing!" Hermione laughed. Ginny and Harry cracked up again.
"Shut up, you two!" Ron shrieked at them. "And you can't talk, Harry! I bet you and my sister have been at it like rabbits ever since you started dating!"
Harry tried to stop laughing."Before we started dating, actually." He corrected. It was Ginny's turn to blush as red as the Weasley hair now.
"Well, there you go!" Ron spluttered. "What did I just say! You can't start paying us out then, Harry! You and Ginny have only been going out for two days!"
"But like I said, Ron. We were having sex before we dated." Which was only last night come to think of it, Harry thought. Ginny gasped and grabbed Harry, putting her hand on his mouth to prevent him from saying anything more. Ron blushed at the utterance of the word "sex," and Hermione giggled at his immaturity.
"I don't want to talk about this anymore, Harry." Ron stated. "You and Ginny do what you like. Hermione and I'll do the same. Let's not have people nosing into each other's business." He glared at his sister meaningfully. She laughed, but suddenly shrieked and flung her hand away from Harry's mouth.
"Harry!" She yelled at him. He was laughing his head off. "That's disgusting, Harry! He just licked my hand, Mione!" She screeched, incensed. "Do you know how gross that feels? I can't get over that Harry, you're revolting!" She wiped her hand gingerly on Harry's shoulder. Harry quietened down for the third time that night and took deep gulps of air to control his breathing. He took her hand again, but this time he kissed it. Ginny tugged her hand away anyway.
"I'm not gonna let you touch me after that, Harry," she snapped. Harry leant back on the couch, chuckling deeply.
"Come on Gin. I'm not that bad a licker. And I'll die if you don't let me touch you anymore!" He cried piteously.
Ginny glared at him. "Harry?" He glanced up at her, grinning in amusement. She glared at the expression on his face. "Bite me," she snapped.
Harry grinned delightedly, "Oh, if I have to," he joked, and his mouth lowered on hers, his white teeth nibbling her bottom lip. Ginny pushed against Harry's chest, but gave up after a second and kissed and bit him back savagely. After all, kissing Harry was her second favourite pastime. Ron didn't notice them this time. He was too busy kissing Hermione. Slyly, Ginny pulled away from Harry's lips and took his large hand in both of hers and ran her tongue down his palm.
"Ginny!" Harry gasped, yanking his hand away from her in shock. She grinned mischieviously, relishing her revenge.
"There now," She said sweetly, "You didn't like it any more than I did, did you, Harry?"
Harry's eyes narrowed as he regarded her. Then his mouth slowly curved into a sly smile. "I didn't mind it actually, Ginny. You could do it again if you'd like. Or I'll lick you, I don't mind which."
Ginny sighed in pleasure, "Trust you to turn it sexual," she murmered as his tongue darted out to run along her lips.
Ron was just coming up for air in Hermione's arms, when he saw Harry licking Ginny's mouth. "Ok! I think we'll be making tracks, Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, maybe a little too loudly. Hermione disentangled herself from him and rested her head against Rons shoulder.
"Come on Ginny, I think its time to go to bed now." He put his arm around her waist and lifted her up in his arms. Harry climbed the stairs and said good night to Ron and Hermione. He then turned to Ginny. "Seeya in the morning georgous!" She savoured his kiss and watched him walk across to his own dorm. But Ginny was not tired.
****
Draco struggled with the heavy door. He was up in the top most tower of the guest wing. It was always reserved for his father, Lucius.
Draco closed the door behind him. It was rather dark inside and he expected to see his father, but he was not there. Instead, Dracos attention was drawn to the ceiling, which was lined with lumionus snakes which glowed in soft oranges and yellows. Lucius liked making magic images, especially those which scared people. Draco guessed that it came naturally with his father. Last time when Draco was home, Lucius had scared the shit out of his son, when he made a flying set of blood-red eyes fly out of the roast dinner. Narcissa had been furious, but Lucius just glared.
The snakes looked relatively harmless, however and so Draco took the chance and stepped one foot further into Lucius's domain.
"Father, are you in here?" No answer. "Guess not then" Draco murmured to himself.
Draco decided to look around, afterall, this was one of the first times that he had EVER been alone in his fathers guest room. He didn't even think that he had ever been in Lucius's bedroom chamber at home. Not ever. But he still knew what sort of goodies that his father hid, the problem was that he didn't know where to start.
"God, there must be something decent that he's left lying around."
He began to pick through wizard hats, python canes, black robes, wands, silver skulls, enchanted watches, small green bottles of poison and large bottles of alcohol. Nothing unusual, Draco thought, as he took a swigg of port.
The lanterns gleamed with soft fire, Draco had been exploring for around an hour and there was still no sign of his father. He figured that was a good thing since Lucius did not like anyone sorting through his black magic. No one had even dared. Draco would be punished severly if he was caught.
He sat back in his fathers leather armchair and proceeded to read a loose parchment. 'Dark Mark Gazette.' The headlines read 'Deatheaters looming lust for Mudblood' and 'Martin Lestrange, A promising new Dark Lord' Draco smirked. "Well, well, Martin thinks he's top shit this year." He slammed the parchment down, "Isn't there anything decent here?"
It was pitch black outside, yet the stars were incredibly bright. Draco was begginning to wonder if his father ever slept because his bed wasn't even touched. The black silk sheets were made perfectly, the silver symbols on his bed were intriging, so interesting in fact that Draco wanted a closer look. Without warning, a loud hiss warded him away. It was Silivriss, Lucius's cobra, which was coiled on the black sheets. Draco stepped back rather quickly, this was enough to make him want to leave. Afterall, his father had STILL not shown up and he desperately needed to speak with him before bloody breakfast time. He wanted a better broom from him for a start, those goddamned nimbus 2001's were a heap of shit. He also needed some advice on Ginny, although when he thought about it, tonight wasn't really a good night to do it. He had lost the quidditch match and his father had seen everything. He may not be in a good mood, but then again, Lucius rarely was.
Slamming the door, Draco started down the winding stairs, he weaved in and out of hidden doors and corridors. Draco knew how to get all over Hogwarts without being seen, so did Lucius.