Disclaimer: I do not own any of these charming and entrancing characters, but I do own the romantic interludes they will be put through.

Chapter 5

Ginny and Hermione's Room
"'Glorious hands?' Ron said that? That's hilarious!" Ginny shrieked with laughter. Hermione frowned.

"Don't laugh. He really, really liked it, if you get my meaning."

"Eww! I didn't want to know that!"

"You shouldn't have laughed," Hermione said triumphantly. Ginny stuck out her tongue.

"Fine, you win - this time. Oh! Guess what? Mom and Dad are heading into Diagon Alley to do some shopping in 2 days. We'll have the house all to ourselves for almost the entire day. I have some ideas that will keep us, shall we say, entertained."

Two Days Later
"'Bye, kids," Molly called through the door. "Behave."

"We will," Ginny replied.

"Badly," whispered Hermione. Ginny burst into giggles. Then the girls split up to find and exquisitely torture their boys.

The Living Room
Ginny found Harry sitting on the sofa, reading his favorite book, Quidditch Through the Ages. She took a seat next to him and pressed herself against him, pretending to read over his shoulder. She sighed, her breast grazing Harry's arm.

Harry shivered with sexual awareness. Trying to ignore it, he continued to read, but now he couldn't focus on the pages. He kept re-reading the same sentence, and he wasn't taking in a word of it. She pressed in more, and placed her hand on Harry's inner thigh. His heart was racing, he couldn't pretend to look at the book anymore. He turned to look at Ginny, and she turned to him. Gazing straight in his eyes, she yanked Harry's book away and tossed it on the couch. Then she swung her leg over so she was straddling Harry's lap and began to kiss him.

She started lightly, just brushing her lips against his. She gently bit his lower lip and sucked on it. Then she dipped her tongue into his mouth, opening it wider. Their tongues danced together. Ginny could feel Harry's erection starting to press against her. Desire squiggled through her, but tonight, she had decided, was for Harry. She ground her pelvis into his lap, and he drew a ragged gasp of breath.

"Ginny," he said huskily.

"Come on," she ordered. She got up and pulled Harry off the couch, leading him to her bedroom.

In the middle of the room, Ginny closed the door with her wand. Then she dropped it, and pulled Harry close to her, pressing his erection against her body. She wrapped one arm around his neck. She slid her other arm downward, and skillfully undid the button and zipper on Harry's pants, pushing them to the floor. Ginny backed him toward her bed. She slipped off his boxers, exposing his desire.

"Sit down," she demanded. Harry did as he was told, putting his hands behind him for support. Then she got on her knees and took him in her mouth.

Harry groaned. The feel of Ginny's warm, wet mouth felt amazing to him. She began to rock her head back and forth, and added her hands to the mixure. Suddenly, Ginny changed tactics. She sucked on his penis, then flicked her tongue on the underside of it.

"Gin, that feels...incredible." She continued her sliding motion, with the occasional tongue flick, building Harry's desire until-

"Oh, Gin!" He came, moaning Ginny's name.

Mission accomplished!

Ron's Bedroom
Hermione meandered up to Ron's room, guessing correctly that he was there. She entered.

"Oi! You could've knocked," Ron said, after covering himself with a bedsheet. "I was getting dressed." He couldn't help but look at her, the way she was dressed. A low cut shirt and a very mini skirt scantily covered her curvacious body. How could I have not noticed before how gorgeous she is? Wordlessly, Hermione walked straight toward him, lust in her eyes. She ripped away the sheet and pushed him onto his bed.

"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed. Then Hermione tore open her shirt and dropped it onto the floor. Ron stared at her chest. Hermione settled herself on top of Ron's pelvic region and he noticed she had no knickers underneath, giving him an eyeful of her anatomy. She removed her bra and held him down on his bed.

"Uh, Hermione," he said, stupefied, "what's going on?"

Finally speaking, she told him, "If you haven't guessed by now, you're not as smart as I thought you were." Then, she covered his mouth with her own.

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