Oh my god, guys! I'm SO sorry for not posting for so long! I was extremely busy with uni and all the Christmas preparations that I didn't really manage to write anything. But here I am, back with another chapter!

This time it's pretty short, but I hope you'll like it. Lately, I've had no inspiration for new chapters, although the funny thing is I know exactly what is going to happen at later stages of the story and I literally can't wait for them - the problem is I have some hard time to get there. But maybe New Year will bring me some more creativity and I'll be able to surprise you with some awesome chapters about our boys 3

As always, enjoy!

Harry tried to get to his table without letting everyone know he had a very persistent erection tenting his trousers. Once he sat down, his crotch safely out of vision of people inside the pub, he joined the conversation his friends were in the middle of.

He attempted to keep his mind off Malfoy and the little scene in the loo, but he couldn't help wriggling uncomfortably in his seat every now and then; his trousers felt really tight and no amount of adjusting himself would bring relief to his aching cock.

At some point, he caught Ginny's gaze that apparently had been focused on him for a longer moment. Fortunately, the girl didn't spoke up and Harry hoped he could dodge her questions for the rest of the day. Or life, really.

Gods must have thought differently, as Ginny did nobble him on their way back to the castle. She caught up with him and for a few minutes they walked in silence, which, unfortunately for Harry, didn't last.

"You walk funny," Ginny said matter-of-factly.

Harry called for all his inner strength to keep his face neutral, though his cheeks grew slightly pink.

"What are you on about again?" he said, voice bored. He even managed a confused grimace, which probably didn't look very convincing.

"Nothing. I'm just saying. You developed a nice new step," she continued cheerfully. "Either that, or your excitement makes it hard for you to walk properly."

Harry choked on his own spit. "W-what?!" he hissed.

In response, Ginny gave him a meaningful look. "I recognize a boner when I see one, Harry," she whispered, rolling her eyes.

"Merlin, Ginny, shut it!" Harry growled, quickly looking around in panic to see if anyone else heard them.

"Alright, alright. Sorry," the red-haired girl whispered back, a small grin playing on her lips. She noticed how red Harry was and chuckled lightly. "I just wanted to let you know before anyone else would notice."

Harry groaned in response and started walking faster, hoping to lose Ginny on the way. He wasn't that lucky.

"Oh, come on, Harry. You do realize I have a boyfriend and know this and that, right?"

"Gods, woman. Just, please, shut the bloody hell up," he muttered, thoroughly embarrassed and flushed.

"Nah," she shrugged. "So, first playing in the quidditch showers, now playing in the Three Broomsticks' loo…you two have odd locations for-…"

"Gin, for Merlin's sake, please," Harry's voice was on the very edge of begging.

"I don't get it," she continued mercilessly. "You spent quite some time in there and yet you're still…" she didn't finish, but she didn't need to; Harry was flaming with embarrassment already. "Harry, if he's, you know, just…playing you for his own advantage and not giving you anything out of this, it's, well, it's not exactly fair."

"'s not like that," Harry mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?"

The dark-haired boy sighed. "It's not like that."

"Then why didn't he let you finish?"

"I…can't. I'm not…uh, I'm not allowed to," he mumbled quietly. "Not until tonight."

Ginny stopped abruptly and then jumped right in front of Harry's face. "Oh gods. He's making you wait!"

Her words were muffled by Harry's hand, which hastily blocked her mouth. "Shh! Merlin, Ginny! Shut. Up!" Having looked around to see if anyone noticed the scene, he slowly pulled his hand back and started towards the castle.

Sadly, Ginny didn't seem to mind his hurried pace and quickly caught up to him.

"Oh, you two are some dirty wankers!" she squeaked, trying to keep it quiet enough, and swatted Harry's arm in a half-scolding half-excited manner.

The dark-haired boy groaned pitifully and decided to ignore her jabbering for the rest of the way, but the girl merciless.

"Oh, don't look so down, Harry," she hummed. "So you and your boyfriend have some kinks, so what?"

"Malfoy's not my…gods, seriously, Ginny!"

"Alright," she raised her hands defensively.

"And we don't have…kinks…" Harry continued angrily. He really tried to make his voice sound believable, but as he spoke, the images of Malfoy spanking or edging him flooded his mind and he blushed heavily, knowing how untrue his words were.

"Alright," Ginny repeated. "What I'm saying is that, whatever you two are up to, you don't have to be so ashamed. Not in front of me, at least."

"Yeah, sure," Harry mumbled, annoyed. "Not embarrassing at all."

"Oh, give it a break, would you? I wouldn't make such a fuss about this, and you don't have to either."

"Gin, you're my best mate's little sister," he run his hand through his messy hair, "I don't really feel comfortable talking about this."

He turned his head to look at her and noticed that her cheeks colored up and she wore a slight grimace on her young, freckled face.

"You know, I thought I was also your friend," she muttered, clearly annoyed with Harry's response. "Besides, it's not like I am all saint myself, so no judgment here," she shrugged.

That caught Harry's attention.

"Wait, you mean, you and Dean, er…do…" he shook his head. "Merlin, I can't. I can't talk about this. I don't want to imagine you two…" his face screwed up in a grimace, "Ew."

The girl rolled her eyes at his childish behavior. "Sometimes we try different things, is all. I don't see anything wrong about you and Malfoy playing games. Well, apart from the part that it is Malfoy you do this with, " she made a funny face. "Though I'm slowly getting over it, I think."

"We're not 'playing games'," Harry protested, which earned him one raised eyebrow.

"Yes, you are. He's luring you into the Three Broomsticks' loo, basically before the eyes of all your friends, makes you, erm, excited, let's say, and then tells you to come back to us, leaving you hard for the rest of the day. It's called humiliation play, dumbass."

"Hey! I'm not…!" he tried, but eventually surrendered, knowing well that Ginny would only make it worse and probably louder, which could only attract more attention of the other Gryffindors. "Um, humiliation play?" he asked finally.

Ginny nodded her head, a grin playing on her pink lips. "Yeah. Either Malfoy likes to humiliate you, which, honestly, is not a big surprise considering all those years of him making fun of you, or you enjoy being…er, dominated a bit, I guess?"

"I don't like it," Harry stated firmly. Even though, Ginny didn't seem very convinced, and he groaned in frustration. "I don't."

"And yet you're agreeing to this." She gestured to his current state, which caused him to blush furiously.

"Shut up."

Okay, so maybe he did like it.