Written by: Bob Dole (postcount0 moderator)
While
Ginny slowly drank her pumpkin juice she was trying to forget the
last night, which stood out in her mind.
She was lying in Harry
bed in the darkness waiting for Harry to come in. All she could hear
was the soft hoots of the owls and whispers of "enlargio"
coming from the next room where Harry was. He came in slowly with his
Quidditch robes tied up with a small cloth around his waist. There
was a large bulge under the cloth but it wasn't noticeable under the
robe with the faint light from the doorway. His face was flushed
under the anticipation of what he was preparing to do next...