Harry's POV
Ron snorted loudly, glancing at Harry with anticipation. "A Hungarian Horntail?" he questioned.
"Oh come on, Harry does not have a Hungarian Horntail tattoo on his chest." Hermione rolled her eyes.
Ron stopped, "How would you know, Hermione?"
"Well...you see..." Hermione blushed.
"Well it's better than what she thought you had." Ginny shrugged, sitting between Harry's legs, still flipping through her magazine.
I smiled, "Thanks Gin." I let out a long sigh, glancing towards the empty Quittich Pitch. She asked things so innocently I wanted to laugh. "What's up Harry?"
"Nothing, Gin. Don't worry about it."
