Later that night, the girls of Gryffindor were unpacking and getting ready for bed. As Ginny placed a protection spell on her teddy, Hermione approached her and asked if they could talk. "Sure, whatsup?" "Um, Gin, I feel like a mediator, but you have to know something." "Oookay…" "YOU STILL LOVE HARRY!" A taken aback Ginny said, "What? No I do not! Look, just because Maggie is infatuated with him, and he apparently likes her back, does not mean I'm jealous! You know, just because he has just gotten more beautiful, and notices that I exist now, and I love him, does not mean I love him!" Hermione sat on the bed and smiled as Ginny realized what she said. "Oh my god, I love him? I love him. Wow. Love, me, him, love, him, me, love back, damn. I love him."
Going to bed all Harry could think about was Ginny. All Maggie could think about was jumping Harry. All Ginny could think about was keeping Maggie away from Harry, his deep green eyes, and restraining her hormones around him.
As the weeks progressed Maggie progressed on Harry. Each day, she'd sit closer to or get more intimate with him. Really, if she was any closer she'd be his jeans. Ginny watched the two resentfully, acting more and more like a jealous girlfriend. Little did she know that Harry liked the special attention as much as Ginny did. One day during breakfast Maggie approached him from the Ravenclaw table, "Oh hi, Harry. How ARE you?" at the ARE, the flaunty girl launched herself onto Harry's lap. "Ok-okay..um, you're on me. Why?" "Oooh, I'm just showing my affection to the big hero of the day. You really deserve star treatment. How about we-" "Ginny!" At the sight of Ginny walking towards Ron, Harry picked up the girl occupying his lap and placed her further away. "How are you? I haven't seen you in a while." Though he had seen her that very morning, a mix of love and desperation of escape helped him lie. "Um, I'm fine, are you going to Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione tomorrow?" When she received a nod, a happy Ginny smiled and declared, "Good, I'll see you there."
Harry was fishing his transfiguration homework out of his bag on the way back to his dorm. "Damn, not again" he muttered, remembering his forgotten assignment on his bed. Turning a corner near Gryffindor tower, he felt a tug at his arm and suddenly his whole body was being pulled into an empty classroom. "What the-mgph! Mphhhh-urm-mppphhh!" This was basically what it sounded like as Maggie pulled Harry into the closest room she could find and began assaulting him with her lips. Smacking sloppy kisses on his mouth, face and neck, Potter had no choice (other than the use of a nasty disarming curse) than to stand still. That is, until the girl's hands found their way to his butt; "Whoa, whoa, hold on a sec! First of all, what the hell? Second, what the hell? Also, many many dates would normally come before this kind of…stuff. What were you thinking-" He was quieted by a finger against his lips, then Maggie's mouth. After she violated him in some amount of ways, the girl whispered, "You know, you are a real package, one I've wanted to open for a long time, you have no idea, and now I'm finding I want a closer look…", with that Maggie promptly unzipped Harry's pants, ignoring his sharp gasp. But that was enough for him. "Maggie, NO! That's enough! I don't want to! Please stop, and I won't get another girl to hurt you because I can't hit girls." She quieted down and her eyes widened. "Now listen," Harry continued, " you are a very nice girl. But there are other ways to get a guy's attention other than to jump on him and persist. I'm sure you can find another boy to uh, be with, if you be yourself." "Really?" With a nod from her past envoy, Maggie asked, "Well, there's another guy in your year that I REALLY like. Do you think you can get him to speak to me? His name's Neville." Surprised into silence, Harry could just smile and nod without laughing.