Sorry folks, but porno is sacrificed to plot this chapter….
"Merlin! What time is it?" Ginny Weasley, her skin flushed a becoming shade of pink, sat up in bed suddenly. Her boyfriend, and lover of just over two months, Harry Potter, grumbled at the loss of her warmth against his side, and squinted at the clock, blind without his glasses. He fumbled for them, but Ginny had already realized the bed news.
"Eight already. Drat it! You just had to go and seduce me on a Friday night when I have a prefect's meeting." Ginny scrambled off the bed in a frantic search for her clothes, which were scattered around the floor. A single word might be able to remove their clothes, but this time, she and Harry had played an enjoyable game of striptease after she had arrived at Grimmauld after afternoon classes. Removing one article of clothing at a time the old-fashioned way had it's own sensual delights, but finding your knickers afterward was no easy feat, especially when in a hurry.
Harry, glasses donned, stooped to help, pulling one of her socks from under a dresser. She could not help but admire the curve of his derriere as he bent over. Godric, but he was dead sexy. She smiled wickedly, think of how very amazing her lover was, and how happy she was to know every inch of his skin, to be learning which touches could make him moan.
She snapped upward, and turned toward her, a heated look in his eye. Be careful, Gin, or I'll never let you get to your meeting. His thoughts were very dirty, and he was already half hard again. She blushed, and placed the slightest barrier over her mind, though it was not very effective against him. She had no idea why she should be embarrassed after all they had shared, and rushed to don her skirt and robes. He too began dressing. "Damn it, Ginny, I don't think I've ever envied Ron so much as I do now."
"Why?" She furrowed her brow in question.
"Because he has his love in bed with him all night, every night, and I can only steal a few hours with you here and there." He climbed up on the bed, and poked at the ceiling with his wand, checking reflexively on the box hidden their which contained the two Horcrux they had already found.
She rolled her eyes. "You are the one who didn't want me to join you. You wanted me to go back to Hogwarts." She opened the door as he hopped off the bed and jogged after her.
He sighed. They walked out in to the halls. "I know, I know. You're safer there. And you are very important there. How else would Hermione be able to try and brew that bloody potion if you didn't sneak into the potion stores? That and a hundred other things. We need you and the others there. But that doesn't mean I don't want you with me."
"Truly, I think I'm safest with you. And I'd rather be here. But the younger kids need Neville and I, there are so few people left in the school. And Snape's potion cabinets are coming in handy." She felt her mistake at mentioning the bastard's name. Harry had been nervous enough of late, what with Moody keeping tabs on Tonks in the attic and Remus in the basement as the full moon was tonight. He didn't need a reminder of the man he hated.
She felt the hatred flow off of him in waves. She stopped walking, and wrapped her arms around him, disregarding their presence in the hall. "Don't think about him Harry. We've got too much else to do." Harry had spent the first weeks after Dumbledore's death and his brief visit to the Dursley's obsessing over Snape. It had been completely unproductive. As it seemed that they two Horcrux they had were indestructible, and the two left either inaccessible or lost, Harry had fallen into a bit of a funk, relieved only by her presence. As their mastery of their newfound abilities, both magical and sexual became more firm, more of his mind strayed to his burning hatred of the man who he had witnessed killing his mentor.
"I know Gin. But hate is a difficult thing to forget." He resumed their walk.
She nodded and followed. "Love is stronger, Harry."
He smiled. "I know. That's what Dumbledore said." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "I suppose that's what he meant. That's what I have, that he doesn't. The Amora certainly is not something Voldemort could use."
She wanted to ask more, but she was late, and the cabinet was here. She looked into the green eyes she loved so much. "I love you. I miss you. I'll be back tomorrow. Send Hedwig or Dobby if there's any news of Moony or Tonks."
"I will." He gave her a chaste kiss, but she pulled him in for a more thorough snog, then spun and crawled through the cabinet, his grumble following her as she laughed.
She opened the cupboard doors leading to the Room of Requirement to a very interesting sight. Luna Lovegood, Ginny's friend and a Ravenclaw, who should also have been at the prefect's meeting, was straddling the lap of Neville Longbottom, who should have been leading the prefect's meeting, as he was Head Boy. They were engaged in a passionate kiss, something she never would have imagined for Neville and Luna. Neville's hand was trapped under Luna's robes, and her hands were buried in his hair. Ginny could not suppress her snort of laughter, and the two did their best to jump apart, Luna almost falling over backward.
"Well, at least I won't be the only one who's late to the meeting." Neville blushed, and Luna looked more dreamy than usual.
"We were, well…we were…" Neville hadn't stuttered in an age, but his tongue wouldn't cooperate, at least to speak.
"He had a snydle in his eye, and I was just looking…" Luna was also searching for a good reason to be in such a position.
"It's all right, you two. I've known you fancied each other. You don't have to cover it up." She looked thoughtful. "In fact, I might have an interesting proposition for you later. But we do have a prefects' meeting."
Harry was at a loss as to what to do after escorting Ginny back. He was in a foul mood, but uncharacteristically he didn't want to be alone to mull over ways to make Snape suffer. He went to the first floor, and found Ron and Hermione instead.
They had turned the servant's kitchen that the House-elves had used into a potion lab of sorts, and sent Dobby to work in the main kitchen, though Hermione skill griped about it occasionally. This night found Hermione in a dragon skin apron and gloves that Charlie had sent on request, and Ron at the ready with his Amora-enhanced shielding charms, as Hermione prepared to add five drops of Lethifold excretions. As Harry opened the door, both Ron and Hermione hissed at him, and he shut it quickly, waiting outside. The door shook, and then was flung open, and Ron and Hermione dashed out, coughing at the toxic fumes followed them into the hall.
Harry shook his head in exasperation. "It's hopeless, you two. Everything we've tried is too weak. If we only do it half-way, who know if He could sense it's loss or if the soul would just move to another object."
Hermione plopped into a chair, a look of exhaustion on her face. Ron stood behind her, kneading her shoulders, and she reached up a hand to touch his in gratitude. "We've got to try Harry. There's got to be a way of destroying the things without the kind of damage Dumble…" Harry still winced, even after five months. "What he suffered. You destroyed the diary with the basilisk tooth. It has to be possible, I just don't know enough." That was not easy for Hermione to admit.
Ron stroked her hair, "You are still the smartest witch of the age, love. I bet McGonagall would rather have you teaching potions this year than old Slughorn."
"I'm not a potions master, Ron. I'll never even get my N.E.W.T. in it." More than any of the three, Hermione missed school, and worried over the lack of credentials. But they needed the time to research, to find the blasted Horcrux from Ravenclaw, something to kill Nagini, and a method to destroy the other Horcrux they did have.
Harry whispered, but both Ron and Hermione still heard. "We need Snape."
Thanks so much to all the reviewers. You all have such great suggestions and comments. I've got a Snape/Narcissa, Neville/Luna, and Fleur/Bill chapter in the works, although they may not be as detailed as some, since I don't "know" them as well.
Sorry about the lack of action in this chapter, but I had to put in some plot, and I've been busy trying to get off letters to find an agent for my manuscript. I write this fanfic to get out some of my erotic impulses so my novel isn't overly lascivious. Wish me luck on getting published!
Next chapter, Where is Snape?