Harry waltzed into his room to find it torn apart and a steaming Ron standing in the centre of the room his eyes wild. Harry felt his heart beat quicken as he remembered the last time this had happened and Ron had tried to stab him. He scanned Ron's form to check he wasn't holding anything sharp. He dared not approach him because he could see him holding his wand ready to strike, in slow motion as if his want to prolong the agonising tension Ron raised his wand defiantly at his supposed best friend. Harry felt himself tense as if to dodge any oncoming spells, only when he realised he couldn't move did he understand Ron had placed a body bind on him. Ron rushed over and stared into the eyes of the boy he was supposed to look up to, he held a small picture in his hand. A picture of Hermione. He slammed it into his face before turning away it clenched in his tightening fist.

"Accuse me of stealing her why don't you?" he smacked Harry across his face, the fist still clenching the photo. "Tell me off for hurting her?" He punched Harry in the stomach, both boys eyes watering, "Ever talk to me like that again and the Boy Who Lived won't be able to finish that prophecy" Ron finally kneed Harry in the groin causing a cry of pain, and left hurry in the fractured remains of his room and their friendship. The picture of Hermione drifted to the ground like a feather and lay like that whom it portrayed in oblivious contentment.

No one noticed the absence of Harry for the remainder of the day except Ginny. When she went to find him, he was still fighting the body bind curse.

"Oh Harry who did this to you?" she asked, "And what happened to your room?" realising he couldn't talk she started to move him so the spell would ware off quicker al the while muttering, "Who the fuck did this to you?"

As the spell wore off Harry began to regain control of his arms and legs and then his mouth. Quickly he enveloped her in a bear hug, and kissed her quickly. If Ginny was surprised it was nothing compared to what Harry felt. Embarrassment washed over him like a wave over a rock on a windy day. Ginny feeling his discomfort caressed his cheek softly, planting tender kisses on his swollen cheek. Slowly working her way down to his lips. Placing a light but passionate kiss on his lips as though to take away the pain of the anonymous (AT LEAST TO HER) beating. Ginny noticed behind Harry was a small crumpled piece of paper (THREE GUESSES WHAT THAT IS), and picked it up…

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Harry's expert tongue wound it's way around her curves, she moaned deeply with pleasure. He kissed her passionately again and again until she felt her lips would bleed but still they went on. His eyes absorbing her gently sloping shape, with delight. How long had they both wanted this, needed this? Their clothes provided no barrier from the pulsing lust between them, were quickly discarded. Harry lifted her gently before placing her tenderly on the messy bed.

All Ginny had on were a pair of black lace thongs. Kinkily she had kept them on when Harry had undressed her and she stood on the bed in front of Harry so he got an eyeful of her underwear and what was underneath. Slowly, revelling in every second that Harry's eyes were on her, she fingered her lacy knickers sliding them down her long legs. She turned and bent down her ass in his face. Suddenly he kissed it and she turned and crouched down in front of him, straddling on his legs pulling herself towards his hardened crotch.

She started to kiss his chest running her fingers skilfully along his defined six-pack, her mouth watering at the thought of Harry's enormous cock in between her flaps. She could not believe her wetness; she was practically dripping. Regretfully she turned away and perched on the edge of the bed smiling seductively over her shoulder. Harry crawled over growling at the thought of not getting what he desired; he wrapped his arm around her his soft hands placed on her thighs. Slowly he leaned round Ginnys shoulder and deeply kissed forcing her to moan in pleasure once again. His hand started to stroke her thighs travelling up towards her mounds he started rubbing her clit causing her to groan. He stopped quickly and walked to the door, quickly locking it he turned on Ginny his eyes hungry with unquenchable lust. He grabbed his wand from his trouser pocket, which were lying near the door.

"Tut, tut Ginny you shouldn't have turned your back! Now you'll pay" his eyes were glittering like shiny beetles. He sauntered over towering above her in his glorious nakedness. Ropes emerged from the tip of his wand tying her ands together and then tying then to the bedpost. He knelt between her open legs. It felt so good it hurt, so much so that she begged for more.

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Later while still reminiscing about her steamy session with Harry, Ginny remembered the paper that was still in her pocket. Dare she open it?