The next day was a hard one for everyone. Knowing classes would resume the next day, no one wanted to do anything productive. Ginny, however wasn't back yet from her excursion with Christopher.

"Where would she have gone with that git?" Ron kept asking throughout the afternoon.

Kit could only shake her head.

"And why would I ask you two anyways?" Ron added, giving his two friends the same glare he had given them when they arrived back in common room at ten in the morning.

Harry couldn't help but smile. Last night had been the best night of his life. He could not remember feeling like that, and he knew last night even before the music played that he loved her. Of course, he could not tell Ron the Critic any of this. Nor would he tell him any details of what had happened, either.

Kit, on the other hand, was in paradise. She had finally fallen in love, just like the movies. She was completely head over heels for the boy beside her, and she wasn't even sure if he knew it, or if he felt the same. But then, she reasoned with herself, it wouldn't have been so perfect last night. She sighed for the millionth time that day, and Nia shot her another of those you-better-tell-me-what-you're-on-about looks. Kit just shrugged back, continuing with her potions essay. She would not even tell her best friends what was going on inside her mind, or they would turn into a couple of lovesick birds. She inwardly shuddered, afraid of the consequences of telling them anything boy-related.

Her thoughts were interrupted, however, when Harry got up from beside her.

"I'm going for a walk," he told her, answering her unanswered question. "Be back in a bit."

As he pushed open the portrait hole, he was finally able to let his thoughts consume him as he wandered through the halls, no particular destination in mind.

Just as he passed a door that was slightly open to his left, a moan escaped from it, sounding somewhat familiar. Harry backtracked and pushed open the door to Remus' office. A sight he had never seen from Remus met his eyes.

Remus was sprawling on the office floor, quills scattered here and there, and his desk piled high with papers. As Remus lay there, he let out another piteous moan, and rolled over onto his stomach, head resting near a bucket Harry only just noticed. Amused at seeing this respectable wizard in such a state, Harry pushed the door wide, letting the light from the corridor fill the darkened room.

"Sod off," Remus mumbled, not opening his eyes. Harry gave a laugh.

"So I take it you had fun last night?" he asked, voice filled with exaggeration.

Remus opened up one bloodshot eye, glaring at Harry. "'Least I didn't end up in the sack with my girlfriend."

Harry slammed the door behind, causing Remus to clutch his head in pain. "How the hell d'you know about that?"

"'Padfoot, you dirty bugger,'" Remus whispered, amused at the look on Harry's face. "You weren't the only one looking for action there last night."

Harry's mouth was gaping open, shocked that his own guardian knew what he did. "Did you – see – anything?" he asked, stumbling over the words as Remus stumbled up and into a chair.

He gave a short laugh, causing his head to pound again. "No," he answered, "we heard the music and figured –"

"There were two of you?"

Remus gave Harry a look. "That's usually how many people are in that room at a time," he said sarcastically, causing Harry's face to burn.

"Does she know?"

"Let's just say she's probably worse off than me right now," Remus said mildly.

They sat in silence for a moment before a knock came at the door. Harry got up to answer it, and Adrien walked in, carrying a huge bowl of soda crackers. Smiling at Harry she put them down in front of Lupin.

"I thought these might help," she said pleasantly.

"Thank you, Miss Singollo," he said, taking one gratefully. She smiled and left the office without another word. Harry looked questioningly at Remus.

"She found out I knew," he said simply, cramming his mouth with crackers. He shrugged, and Harry got up.

"Have fun with those," he said, and left the professor to recover on his own.

As Harry wandered down the seventh floor corridor to the common room, he heard voices arguing.

"You should've told us where you were going!"

"Why would you care? You'd just try to stop me anyways!"

Harry knew whom those voices belonged and to, and he also knew that interrupting would be the worst thing to do.

"I have to protect you!"

"No you don't!"

"I do from Christopher at least!"

"He's not the problem here, you are!"

Harry knew that backing up and not listening to the rest of their argument would be the right thing to do, but he couldn't help himself. Hoping neither of them would see or hear him, he quietly crept forward.

"No, I'm not! I'm just trying to keep my sister safe!"

"Trying to keep me from having any fun, more like!"

"That's not true!"

"Yes it is! You're starting to act just like Percy!"

Ron fell silent. Harry could just imagine the look of offence on Ron's face.

"Take it back," he said softly. Harry strained to hear.

"Never," she whispered.

"You know it's not true. I just don't want my sister getting knocked up."

"WHAT?"

"You heard me!"

"Do you honestly think I go around shagging guys?"

"You shagged him last night!"

Ginny fell silent. Harry felt his jaw drop in shock. Did she really have sex with Christopher?

"It's none of your business who I sleep with," she said quietly.

It was Ron's turn to fall silent. Harry had no idea what Ron must be feeling, and did not want to know.

"I can't believe you," Ron said at length.

"Right back at you," Ginny retorted. Harry heard her begin to walk towards where he was standing, and he shrank back into the shadows. Ginny didn't look back, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he heard the portrait slam shut. Coming out of his hiding place, he approached the Fat Lady.

"I agree with him," she said simply, leaning against the frame.

Harry chose to ignore her comment. "Naima," he said.

The Fat Lady sighed; disappointed that Harry would not share in the gossip. She swung forward to accept him all the same. Harry glanced around the common room as he entered and found Ron pacing angrily in front of the fire. He was mumbling to himself, and Harry, deciding to just let him stew, tried to sneak over to the stairs. However, his attempts were in vain.

"How could she do that?" Ron wailed, catching sight of Harry, halfway across the common room. "She's my baby sister! And he took advantage of her!"

"Ron," Harry began, "I'm pretty sure she had part of the –"

"I'm going to kill him!" Ron roared. "He shagged my BABY SISTER!"

"Ron!" Harry shouted, bringing him back to the present. "She had her say in the matter … and it was her choice," he said, raising his voice as Ron huffed.

"Fine," Ron said, dragging his feet towards the staircase. "I won't kill him yet."

"That's better," Harry said smiling, following the red head up the stairs. "And who knows, maybe you'll get some action one of these days."

Ron shot a look of venom at Harry, but laughed at the completely innocent look on his best friend's face.