The walk back up to the dormitory was awkward for the two boys. The stared away from each other, yet they were holding hands. This little bond, however, was broken when Mrs. Norris saw the two, and scampered away in the direction of Filch's office.

When they finally reached the Gryffindor common room, both were too tired to join in with the festivities. However, Harry stayed down when Ron went up because Ginny was still in the common room. Harry went over to her and kissed her, with loud cheering from the rest of the Gryffindors.

At last, the crowd died down, and very few people were left. Harry, Ginny, and Hermione were the only that remained after a few minutes. "Alright, then, I'm off to bed now," Hermione said, standing up.

"Night, Hermione," Ginny replied. Harry gave Hermione a wave, and she was off the bed.

Ginny, seated in the armchair directly in front of the fire, was reading the Evening Prophet. Harry was propped on the floor against her legs. He turned his head around when the newspaper hid him and looked up her skirt. He saw that she was wearing no underwear, and he immediately went hard. He reached up, and pulled her skirt up. He put his head in between her legs and started to suck and lick her. Ginny put down the paper and started to moan.

She ripped off her blouse, and unhooked her bra. She continued, ripping off Harry's shirt. Harry pulled off his jeans and his underwear, and inserted himself into Ginny. They fell onto the floor together, aligned with the fireplace. Ginny moaned as Harry held her back, and pushed her up and down. Faster, faster, higher, and higher.

They had almost reached the top when a coughing sound, very similar to the one made by Dolores Umbridge, came from behind them. Ginny looked up and saw Hermione, standing at the foot of the girls' dormitory staircase.