When Ginny walked into Harry's ward, she didn't see him at once. She saw his bed (she had placed a Gryffindor scarf around his bedpost before she left the night before.) and walked over to it. To her surprise, she saw Harry sitting next to a Healer on the floor, saying, "It's okay…I know, V-You-Know-Who is horrible."

Ginny raised her eyebrows. Harry had sworn to stop calling Voldemort You-Know-Who in her sixth year. Had he really lost his mind?

Harry looked up, and saw Ginny standing there with her hands on her hips. "Did your bones heal well?" She asked him as if he hadn't been sent to the sixth floor.

"Yeah, the Healers are really good." Harry got up and walked over to Ginny, and the Healer, seeing she was being ignored, left in a hurry, mumbling about having other patients.

Harry looked at Ginny with longing. She was tall. Not as tall as him, but very tall. Her long copper hair was shiny and looked silky from where he stood. He wanted to run his hand through it and feel its texture. Ginny had a stick figure, but with her hair it looked good, and she had curves, you just had to find them. Her legs were long, but not too long, and her lips were curved and juicy. Her eyes were green and he felt that she was staring into his soul whenever he looked at her. She was gorgeous, and what's worse was that she knew it. It seemed to Harry that she just got more beautiful to entice him more.

She wasn't only beautiful though. She was strong, and Harry loved that, though he hated it too, because it made her try to get him even more. She was smarter than Hermione with her tactics, and it scared the crap out of Harry. She was incredibly talented; adjusting to any situation Harry put her through. It really frustrated him, because he'd rather her be weaker and just sit at home like he wanted.

He walked over to her. She threw her arms around him and whispered, "God, Harry, you scare the hell out of me too." He smiled, and ran his hands through her hair. She was a skilled legilimens. It was mostly so that she could aggravate him that she learned.

Her hair was so soft and silky. His hands ran through it like water, and she pulled her head away from his ear so he could kiss her. He did, lightly at first, and then they started kissing like they never would again. Her lips were also soft, her mouth soft and her breath light, but it still had characteristic. She made him feel so happy; made him forget about what he was doing that very second.

They were gasping for air, but they didn't stop kissing. Harry let Ginny lead him, which she liked to do. She traced her tongue all over his mouth, and he did the same to her, and soon they were holding to each other like the world was going to end tomorrow.

When Ginny started leading Harry to the bed that he broke their embrace with a small pulling. Ginny moaned, "No," but Harry gave her a small push and said, "Ginny, no, we can't."

Ginny grinned. "You know," she said slyly, "It's usually the chick that says that."

Harry gave her a stern look and said, "Ginny, why am I here? I didn't attempt suicide."

She looked at him seriously. "I don't know."

Ginny and Harry continued to talk, and the Healer who left walked into their room.

"Thank-you Mr. Potter. I needed that chat of ours." She left without another word.

In the next room, Draco Malfoy looked at the Healer and smiled. "Take that disguise off, Pansy," he said, walking over to her and undoing her long black hair from her bun. "It may be sexy, but it holds back your true beauty."

In the dark, Pansy Parkinson smiled at her husband, Draco, and undid the spell that contorted her face. "Is now better, honey?" She asked, seductively, closing the door.

"Yes, much." In the dark, Pansy could see Draco's white teeth gleam.