Ginny woke up, tired, confused. Yesterday seemed to be a dream… she had been fooling around with Harry when everything blacked out. Then she found herself crawling over Malfoy. But she didn't feel repulsed, disgusted, or whatnot. No! She resumed doing THINGS to him, like her body felt intense pleasure from that.

And it did.

Immersed in her thoughts, Ginny didn't notice when Harry entered the room quietly. He had felt very, very, very good when he'd had sex with Ginny for the first time, and was determined to do it again. Bounding on the bed, he covered Ginny's eyes and kissed her on the neck.

'Hello, Harry,' she said pleasantly, though in a deadpan voice. 'Im sorry that I left you last night, Ron needed me for… homework.'

'I see,' Harry replied in the sexiest voice he could muster. He obviously had a lot to learn.

Suddenly he started rubbing her breasts. 'More,' he said silkily. Ginny was horrified. The masculine pig! 'Please, Harry, Not now.' she said, gritting her teeth.

Hurriedly she got dressed, hiding her bare ass from his view. He went up behind her and started clutching it, tightening his grip.

'Please,' Ginny groaned.

The hall was bright and cheery. Malfoy sat on his bench, feeling regal. He felt as if his dick was still throbbing from the night before. However, he was still pondering about the draught. Granger was never wrong. What was that supposed to mean?

'May we PLEASE be quiet… Professor Snape has something to report.' Dumbledore said, his voice thick with age.

'It has come to my attention that several very rare ingredients have- how do you say- disappeared- from my private stores.' Severus Snape glared at Harry. 'Please return them, to the snitch that finds himself too sophisticated to ask.'

Malfoy noticed Hermione slowly getting red. He grinned. It serves the slut right, he thought.

Ginny quietly entered the room after Malfoy, trembling. He had invited her to come to his room, to see his 'gobstone collection.' what a fake. It was obvious that he wanted to bang her, but the lie was told only to ward off the stupid people that actually believed it.

And why had she gone? Ginny asked herself. her body took control in these situations. More specifically, her hormones.

Draco Malfoy turned and grinned mischievously at Ginny. Before she could say a thing he grabbed her and ripped her slutty button-up shirt off. She had worn a hot pink, lacy bra, as if she knew what would happen.

Without a glance, Malfoy proceeded to rip off this too, and her large, tender breasts shone. She started to kiss him and took off his shirt to reveal toned abs. She slowly massaged his chest, feeling around. Malfoy took all her clothes off, and started to kiss her mound, licking up her juices as she moaned dramatically. By now they were lying on the bed, rolling like savage beasts.

Ginny fumbled with his belt, angry at the confused tangle of leather and metal. Finally she managed to slide it off, and proceeded to take off his pants, seductively. His hard dick made a tent in his silk boxers.

She didn't hesitate to pull those off, too, and pulled his visibly throbbing dick. She started licking, dragging her tongue up and down.

Draco pulled her up and positioned himself for entry. He spread her legs out carefully and slowly sank in to her as she moaned with pleasure. Finally he was all the way inside her and started pulling out. When his tip was the only part inside her, he let himself go, swiftly, and he started to piston in and out of her, feeling her walls clench around him.

And suddenly, it stopped, Ginny pulled herself out of him as he lay, writhing on the sheets.

'Draco,' she whispered, 'What will we do?'