Prompt: Fireworks
Words: 100
It wasn't just sparks flying that night.
Ginny had practically slammed the door on George and Angelina but they were finally alone. They had been silently flirting all night, around their family and friends. The looks, smiles, glances and touches were driving her mad and now she had him all to herself.
She turned and virtually pounced on Harry. Her hands were in his hair in an instance and his hands were undoing her dress a millisecond later. They stumbled and made their way towards the bedroom. They barely made it to the stairs. Thank goodness the children weren't home.