A/N Ooh a longer chapter, I liked this one probably cos I like Romilda but anyhoos on with the story...

Chapter Seven

Romilda Vane looked herself up and down in the dormitory mirror. 'Slut' she thought to herself, there wasn't really any other word for it. She fiddled with the lacy lingerie that barely covered her decency and glanced, slightly disgusted, at the shocking red fingernails that matched her deep red lipstick. The black patent high heels she was wearing were already giving her blisters and she decided to ease the excruciating pain in her nearly numb feet by sitting on the edge of her bed for a while. She still had five minutes before she could venture into the Common Room and then, after some last minute 'tips', as he called them, from Harry, into the seventh year boys dormitory.

She grinned thinking of Harry, he was definitely fit as. And what she was about to do just proved that she would do anything for him. Her grin turned into a grimace as she reminded herself that it wasn't hot stuff Harry that she was meant to seduce, it was his lanky ginger mate. She supposed that he wasn't that bad looking, especially now he was a war hero and all, but Harry was definitely the one for her. Romilda Potter, she just loved the way it just rolled off her tongue.

Three minutes to go. Boy she hoped that Harry had chucked everyone out of the Common Room by now. It was nearly half eleven but on Christmas Eve everyone seemed to want to stay up all night. If anyone did see her like this…well mortified would not even begin to cover it. People called her 'easy' as it was, just because she had confidence, her current attire would probably warrant the additions of slut, whore and prostitute to the list of abusive labels. Luckily all but two of her dorm had gone home for Christmas, and the remaining roomie accepted her excuse of seducing Harry as a reason for her immanent sneaking out. Families seemed to be a lot closer nowadays, nevertheless Romilda had insisted on staying at Hogwarts, if Harry Potter asks you to do something, you do it - no questions. She did have a few questions though, like 'Why the hell am I supposed to attempt to sleep with Ron Weasley?' Harry had insisted that it wouldn't get that far and she should bloody well hope not! She was saving herself for Harry in any case. When he had actually got to the explanation point she vaguely heard something about Luna, hurt, test and love before she was well and truly immersed in his glittering green eyes while everything else stopped mattering.

It was time. Romilda thought for second about applying another layer of lip-gloss but decided that it would probably be easier without and, with one last wink to herself, she walked down to the Common Room, trying all she could to keep the heel-clicking to a minimum. When she reached the final stair, their eyes met across the room, he was stood by a flickering fireplace, almost burnt out, all she wanted to do was run up, fling her arms around him and pull him into a passionate, lust filled kiss. It was all so romantic and Romilda almost forgot why they were really there until-

"So, are you ready?" Harry awoke her from her fantasy. She nodded in what she hoped was a calm manner - when inside she was hyperventilating and screaming with excitement as he took a step closer to her to recap 'The Plan'. She could smell chocolate on his breath and smiled as she glanced at the pile of wizard cards on a nearby table. She supposed that she would probably still be able to taste it on his lips if she could just lean that tiny bit forward and let their mouths meet.

She suddenly blushed as she realised that she was stood in her underwear in front of Harry Potter. The Harry Potter she'd been desperately lusting after for years. For a moment she wondered where exactly Harry had acquired the sexy underwear, before coming to her senses and concluding that Hermione Granger, who had painted her nails and curled her hair for her, by magic naturally, had probably bought them from some muggle shop. She almost laughed imagining her in some upmarket lingerie boutique, it was an interesting scene to picture.

Harry seemed to misinterpret her amusement for anxiety and took her hand by surprise.

"You're still ok with this aren't you?" he asked.

"Well…" she said putting on a doubtful face, wanting to milk it for all it was worth.

"Please do this…for me, Milly." his eyes were pleading and her knees had gone weak at the mention of her nickname, he was the only one who ever called her that, and she definitely preferred it to 'Roms' or whatever idiotic name her roommates insisted on calling her. All she could do was nod and she began to climb the stairs to where Ron was…sleeping?

"Hang on a sec, what if he's not awake?" asked Romilda, hoping for this to be a flawed plan if it meant her spending just a little more time with Harry.

"He'll be awake, stressing over his love life and wondering where the hell she's gone, trust me. He's alone and waiting." he said it with a wink and Romilda spun on her, extremely high, heel and climbed the stairs.

Her hand rested on the door handle a little while she summoned up her Gryffindor courage, took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Ron Weasley looked up, expecting it to be Harry, and was lost for words. His eyes were automatically glued to the girl who had just entered his room. Romilda wasn't sure if he recognised her or not but it didn't matter and she began to walk slowly towards him, letting him 'take in the view' as it were. When she was only a few steps away, Ron began stammering, trying so hard to get out a full sentence but failing miserably.

"Bubut...you're you're you're … you're not …n..not…" he stuttered and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing at his shock and nervousness while she backed him into a corner. He was still stuttering when she was only a few centremetres away. She put a finger to his lips and he was silent.

"I'm not supposed to be here?" she said seductively "Who says?" she leaned in to kiss him but stopped mere millimetres from his lips.

She looked him right in the eye, her shoes meant that they were nearly the same height, and his eyes flickered down towards her chest before he whimpered something that sounded like 'Oh Merlin' and began to look everywhere else, avoiding Romilda that is. She pressed herself up against him and he found that a wall prevented him from moving any further backwards. She ran her hands through his hair and slowly down his torso as she moved closer and closer, before she took a diversion and kissed him on the cheek. He inhaled quickly and she leaned back slightly and admired the perfect lipstick kiss mark on his freckled cheek which was now a deep shade of pink.

"Having fun yet?" she murmured huskily as she slipped her hands around his back and into his jeans pockets.

"N..no…no." Ron mumbled. She leaned closer again, this was apparently the key part of the plan, according to Harry, and she didn't want to let him down. She took Ron's hands with her own and placed them on her hips as she regained her place just a fraction away from him and whispered

"Just do it…you know you want to." she blinked a few times, remembering a magazine saying that it was attractive for some reason or another. She locked her dark eyes with his blue ones, forcing him to consider her, tempting him.

He made his mind up and pushed her away, rather abruptly, nearly making her stumble in her heels. He started muttering wildly and pacing the room. Romilda had certainly not planned for this and began to edge towards the door, nearly jumping out of her skin when he banged his fist on a cupboard. She had just opened the door and was about to slip away when he lunged across the room and slammed the door which banged loudly making Romilda shriek and clasp her hands together, thankful she hadn't left them lingering on the door frame. She suddenly felt very small as she glared at her with blazing eyes before turning in a flash and striding back to the other side of the dormitory. She wrenched open the door again and fled down the stairs, her heel snapping halfway down. A few curses escaped her mouth but she didn't dare stop racing back to the safety of her own room and in her black pyjamas with the silver stars in the corner.

"Romilda?" Harry reached for her arm in confusion.

She quickly turned, to tug her arm away, and he saw her eyes wide with shock and fear. She had began to shake, with goosebumps all over her body, she just didn't understand how the situation had turned so quickly, she'd been so in control and suddenly…she gulped at the memory of the last few minutes. Harry then saw how shaken she was and pulled her into his arms as a few stray tears rolled down her cheeks. She furiously wiped them away, this wasn't her, Romilda Vane was confident, bubbly, flirty, not weeping and helpless. She swallowed,

"He didn't kiss me." she walked slowly upstairs to her room, giving Harry one last look. He looked slightly confused, obviously he'd been under the impression that she was so upset because Ron had taken advantage somehow. She gave him a brave smile before they heard another bang from the seventh year boys room and Harry leapt up the stairs two at a time. Romilda sighed as she climbed the remaining few stairs, 'Merry bloody Christmas.'

A/N Well next chapters going to be the last one unless anyone wants to see a failry cheesy ending, ok more than fairly cheesy, where all the characters are coupled off and its a lovely happy ending, so leave a review and tell me if you want this corny ninth chapter or not please!