A/N- Hey again! Coming up are Sirius, Parvati, Remmie, and Cissa, along with Ally and Sevvie, and Lucius, and Cho. And more later! Sorry the chappie name isn't great. R/R!

"I can't tell you how good it feels not to be down there on the dance floor under constant observation by Seamus and Lavender," Harry said to Ginny as they walked into his dorm, closing the door behind them.

Ginny nodded. She definitely agreed, especially since she didn't want one of the biggest gossips in the school to tell all of Hogwarts that she and Harry were actually having a great time on their date.

From under the covers of Ron's bed, Ron and Hermione heard this, and from the closet, Draco and Pansy did too, and started listening. "So, um, what do you want to do?" Ginny asked softly, smiling at Harry. She looked a little nervous. Harry could tell, because he was sure that his face had an identical look.

"Who was that?" Ron whispered as quietly as he could to Hermione, not recognizing Ginny's voice. Hermione tried to think, but, for one of the first times ever, she couldn't. "Ron, did you just chew cinnamon gum?" she asked, giggling quietly.

Ron blushed and started to nod, but Hermione stopped him before he could move the covers and have Harry and Ginny discover them. Finally, Harry answered Ginny's question. "Well, um, do you want to, you know, do what we came up here to do?" he asked uneasily, not really knowing what to say.

The four people hiding thought that they recognized this voice as Harry's. "I bet he came up to change or something," Ron whispered to Hermione, I bet the other voice we heard was Ginny from outside the door!" Hermione nodded, but she looked doubtful. The other voice they had heard seemed too close to have been from outside the door.

"Want to sit down?" Ginny asked hopefully, moving towards the first place she saw to sit. Harry followed her, and they both sat down on the edge of Ron's bed. Hermione and Ron held their breath, not wanting Harry to know they were there. They didn't realize the other person they had heard talking was there too.

"Okay," Harry said, looking at Ginny thankfully, "let me just say one thing before we go any further. This has been my best date ever so far. I just want to say, thank you, Ginny." At this, Ron sat straight up in his bed, and since Hermione couldn't stop him in time, she did the same.

"GINNY! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM WITH HARRY! ON MY BED!" he demanded angrily. Both Harry and Ginny looked at Ron and Hermione in shock. The two of them had been pretty quiet. Neither one would have guessed that they were there.

"Don't yell at *me*, Ron!" Ginny shouted, looking at him in shock, "You're the one who's actually IN BED with HERMIONE!" Ron looked next to him, having forgotten that Hermione was there for a minute. He blushed bright red, but continued with his lecture.

"THAT IS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT! IT WAS NOT OUR FAULT!" he exclaimed, glaring at his sister. She glared back, eyes flashing. Harry looked at Ron skeptically. "Not your fault? Not your fault? How did you end up in bed with Hermione then? By accident? Did someone put you there?" Harry said sarcastically, glaring at Ron.

"As a matter of fact they did!" Ron yelled heatedly, "But I have a question for you! What are you playing at, bringing my sister up to your room? What were you going to do if not this?" Hermione bit her lip. She knew what Harry and Ginny were going to think of what Ron just said.

"You just admitted it, Ron!" Ginny said quickly, "You just admitted that you were doing more than just snogging Hermione!" Ron raised an eyebrow. "I DID NOT!" he said furiously, "But you just admitted that you were going to shag Harry!"

Ginny looked at him angrily, at a loss for words. Harry took over for her. "WE WERE NOT!" he shouted, "WE DID NOT! AND DON'T BLAME ME AND GET MAD AT GINNY JUST BECAUSE YOU AND HERMIONE DIDN'T HAVE AS 'GOOD A TIME' AS YOU'D HAVE LIKED!"

Ron didn't even know how to reply to that, and Hermione gasped. She actually looked close to tears. "How could you say that, Harry?" she asked sadly, "You ought to know we wouldn't do that! That was just-mean!"

She frowned, looking down at the comforter of the bed. Under normal circumstances, Harry and Ginny would have felt bad, but they were too riled up now. "Ron, why don't you go comfort your girlfriend," Harry spat scornfully, "I think I have a pretty good idea of how you could do that."

"No," Ginny sneered, looking wrathfully at Ron, "I doubt Ron would be any comfort in that way." Ron had to struggle for breath. Finally, he said, "Well you're lucky we interrupted you! Harry would have been pretty disappointed, considering you have no experience in anything! Coming to think of it, I doubt Harry has either!"

Both Harry and Ginny glared at Ron, not believing his nerve. "How do you know I haven't got any experience?" Ginny asked mysteriously. Of course, Ron was right that she hadn't had any experience, but she knew it would just get Ron more incensed if she said that she had.

She was right. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I DON'T KNOW! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!" Ron challenged, eyes blazing. Before Ginny could respond, Harry broke in. "Ron, let's just say that *you* were the one under the covers with Hermione when we walked in," he said derisively.

Hermione looked at him again, shocked. Harry-and Ginny, for that matter-weren't usually like this. "Maybe you should go," she said steadily, pointing to the door. Ginny shook her head. "We're not leaving," she said coolly, sitting down on Harry's bed.

Ron looked completely furious. "Oh yes you are," he said, "Two of us are leaving, and it certainly isn't going to be Hermione and me." Harry arched an eyebrow. "You had your time in here. It's our turn. Good-bye," he said angrily.

Ron was about to get started yelling again when Hermione put a finger to his lips. He leaned over to her, and she whispered as quietly as she could to him, "Let them stay. We'll go. We'll just see how much they like the surprise they'll find in the closet."

It took him a second to realize what she was talking about, but then he got a glint in his eye. "Alright, fine. Ginny, Harry, we're leaving. Have fun; I'm sure you will," he said, ears as red as his hair. He and Hermione got out of Ron's bed and walked to the door. "Remember, be careful!" Hermione sneered, getting surprised looks from Harry and Ginny.

"We'll see you around," Ginny said civilly, more to Hermione than to Ron, who she was still glaring at. "GOOD-BYE!" Ron and Harry said at the same time. Then Hermione and Ron walked out the door, and Harry slammed it behind them.

Harry and Ginny didn't, of course, realize that Ron and Hermione were just sitting right outside the door talking quietly, because they weren't able to go any further than five feet away from Draco and Pansy. Luckily, the closet was right near the door, so this was possible.

"Thank god that's over with," said Ginny with relief. Harry nodded, sitting down on the edge of his bed with Ginny. "I cannot believe them-Ron especially, he was awful," he said, rolling his eyes.

Ginny shuddered at the thought of what her brother had just done. "I know," she said, shaking her head, "he's only *one year* older than me. Who does he think he is to tell me what to do?"

"Yeah," Harry agreed, smiling at her, "He was way out of line. But if I was your brother, I'd want to protect you too." Ginny grinned. She loved when Harry said sappy stuff like that to her. It was so cute.

Inside the closet where Draco and Pansy were still hiding, Draco pretended to throw up. "That was sickening," he whispered to Pansy. She sniggered (very quietly, of course). "Yeah," she allowed, "there are much better ways of showing that you find someone irresistible."

Draco grinned charmingly, running a hand through his perfect blonde hair. It was never out of place. How it always stayed so flawless was a mystery to everyone, but he hardly ever did anything to mess it up. "Much better ways," he said, winking, "Like this." With that, Draco and Pansy started snogging eagerly.

"But I definitely think we had a right to yell at them," Ginny said plausibly to Harry, "I mean, Ron and Hermione were in Ron's bed together. That's way worse than anything we were planning on doing." Harry laughed. "Let's not tell them that," he said slyly, "Let's let them think we were shagging madly up here. We can tell Ron that, and see how he reacts."

They both started sniggering uncontrollably. The idea of what Ron would do if he really thought that that was what they were doing was too funny. "Anyway," Harry said, "Do you want to, um, you know-?" He trailed off, but he didn't need to say any more. Ginny knew exactly what he meant.

"To do what Seamus and Lavender suggested?" she finished his sentence for him, giggling. Harry nodded, and they both blushed. Then Ginny decided to be daring, and she moved over a little bit so that she was sitting closer to Harry. At the same time, they leaned over and started kissing.

They did this on and off for a few minutes, when Draco and Pansy in the closet realized it was awfully quiet. "I wonder if they're still here," Pansy whispered to Draco, and they broke apart, listening. "I think they are," Draco said, pressing his ear to the door, "I think I can hear them."

"Oh, I bet they're kissing," Pansy said, stating the obvious. She and Draco laughed. They couldn't believe that either Harry or Ginny actually had the nerve to initiate a kiss. "So, do you want to give them the surprise of their life?" Draco asked cunningly. Pansy nodded readily.

"On the count of three, we'll open the closet. Ready?" Draco asked, putting a hand on the doorknob, "One-two-three!" He pushed open the door, and they walked out. Harry and Ginny separated, staring in shock at Draco and Pansy.

"What are you *doing* here?" Ginny asked, gaping at them. Draco sniggered, arching an eyebrow at them. "I think the better question would be, what are *you* doing here?" he drawled, looking from Harry to Ginny, and at the flush creeping on both of their faces.

"This is my dorm, I'm allowed to be here," Harry said testily, "You're not though. I'll ask you again, what the heck are you doing here?" Pansy sneered at them, but Draco grinned broadly. "Didn't you listen to anything Granger and Weasley said?" he asked mockingly, "Oh no, you were too busy giving them that lovely lecture. Which I have to say was too funny."

Neither Harry nor Ginny understood what Draco was trying to say. "So did you have a good time snogging?" Pansy asked, making them turn even redder. Harry didn't respond, but the look on his face gave away how happy he was, in spite of the interruption.

"Obviously *you two* did," Ginny said, eyeing them both, "Malfoy's not-so-perfect hair gives away what you two were doing in the closet. And I'm sure it was just as bad as what Ron and Hermione were doing before we came up here."

Draco rolled his eyes, shocked that Harry and Ginny had actually bought their set- up. "Honestly Potter, Weasley, you two don't know what you're talking about," he drawled, self-satisfied, "Don't you get it? We set Granger and Weasley up like that! They didn't shag! Hell, they didn't even snog!

You have no idea how freaked out they were when they found out what we had done. The only reason they didn't jump out of the bed was because they heard you coming and wanted to hide, because they thought that you'd assume the worst, which, of course, you did. I guess you blew things big time, didn't you?"

Harry and Ginny could only stare at Draco, completely at a loss. They didn't even know how to respond, because for the first time they could remember, Draco Malfoy had been right about something. "I can't believe it. Malfoy was right," Harry said, shocked. "Worse than that," Ginny said, eyes widening, "we were wrong."