Where was I? Oh, right.
Anyway, the young lovers - oblivious to the fact they were in love and destined to be with each other- had bade each other goodnight. Both had just entered their rooms when Harry
heard his loves scream. He ran towards her, and skidded unspectacularyly to a stop - godsmacked by the appearence of his two best friends.
Now normally, you and I'd think that seing his friends - who he sees on a daily basis, no less - and being shocked, would be just a touched off being crazy. But I'm sure you'll forgive
them, my friend, as I did; for it was Ron and Hermione as you've never seen them before.
Ron and Hermione where sitting on her bed- semi-naked and sweaty. Ron was topless and Hermione had only her bra on - but thankfully both had their bottoms halves covered. Their faces where red and flushed, but Harry knew that their- and his and Ginny's- embarrassment was only minutely part of their current red colouring. Imagine- being caught with your lover in the middle of your- ahem- 'act'! My God, it was a classic (emarrassing) moment. Trust me- I was there.
A moment passed, before poor, sweet Ron started to speak (or actually, stutter). "Harry, mate. I- We... C-can - what happened was... We were just... Well, you saw, you know," he finished rather lamely, his ears now redder than his sisters crimson hair. Harry, beside his better judgement ("I honestly didn't want to! Swear!") started to laugh harder than he had since... well, since the summer before this. He turned to Ginny, who was just staring there gapping at them, and said "Well, at least they're semi-clothed. C'mon Gin, let's give them some privacy, aye?" before grabbing her gently by the elbow ("How I shivered when I realized what I was doing," he later admitted to me only) and lead his gibsmakced lovely out of the the room. "Later lovebirds," he added to the caught couple, before closing the door, winking, behind him.