Why do I always have to do rounds on a bloody Friday night? Im sick of it Hermione!

The red head was gesticulating wildly at a bushy-haired girl. You do this on purpose,
dont you, just so I cant have any fun with my friends. I bloody well hate you! He fell
into the scarlet sofa with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. He pursed his lips
together and he looked dreadfully angry.
It was the same nearly every other Friday night for the young man. Hermione Granger,
his girlfriend and Head Girl, was in charge of scheduling rounds for the prefects of
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This Friday, and nearly every other Friday
of the term, it was his turn to do rounds.
Ron, I dont do it on purpose! How could I?
You do so, just to make it the worst time of my life. He scowled at her again. Last
time it was bloody Draco Malfoy. That was loads of fun that was. He paused for a
breath. Lets see, Ive also had rounds with Parkinson, Colin, and that ugly bird from
Ravenclaw. Whats her name?
Amanda Gehrig.
Yeah. You never put me on with the cute ones, he mumbled, knowing she would hear it
anyway.
Ron, that is so chauvinistic! Did you bother to see who you were doing rounds with
tonight? Hermione began to form a little smile on her lips and her posture relaxed.
No. But let me guessuh, Justin Finch-Fletchley? Hes due for an evening with Ron,
isnt he? He flopped onto his side. You are so cruel, Hermione.
No, silly. She kneeled in front of him and whispered in his ear, Me. Rons blue eyes
shot open and he sat up.
You? He smiled. Well, thats a lot better than Justin! Ron Weasley was in much better
spirits. He actually enjoyed going on rounds with Hermione because more than likely
they would end up in either the Charms classroom that never locked correctly or in the
Room of Requirement for a bit of a snog, and then some. Ron was too preoccupied with
his change of fortune to notice the flesh-coloured Extendable Ears snaking across the
floor and into the hands of one Seamus Finnigan.
~*~
Seamus Finnigan could hold his drink, of that he was sure. After all, he was Irish, and it
was in his blood. Now all he had to do was prove it to Dean and Harry. It would be a lot
easier with both Ron and Hermione out of the way, and armed with that information, he
bounded up the stairs to the seventh-year boys dormitory.
Lads! Hermiones on with Ron, tonight! His grin was contagious and his two friends
whooped and hollered. I doubt tha theyre gonna get much patrollin done tonigh if ya
know wha I mean, eh? His Irish accent was always more noticeable when he was
excited. Care for a spot o libations, tonight? He walked over to his trunk and lifted the
lid.
Whatve you got there, Seamus? asked Harry. He eagerly moved to the edge of his bed
to peek into the trunk.

Well, me brother sent up a nice bit o Guinness disguised as some books I needed from
home. Took three owls to deliver it, remember? He placed the case of ale on the floor
next to the trunk.
Ive got a couple of bottles of Ogdens Old Firewhisky under the loose board. Dean
Thomas slid underneath his four-poster and made a bit too much of a ruckus while he
retrieved the bottles.
Shhh! Harry warned. They havent left yet!
Harry, come off it, Seamus scoffed. Theyre all the way down in the common room.
Besides, have you got anything?
Harry began to blush and his friends whistled. Oh bugger off! I have some wine and
some of Vernons brandy in the trunk.
Wine? You cant get pissed off wine! Whos that for. Seamus smiled a knowing
smile. Ah, your Weasley lass. Hes keepin it for The Night I suspect, eh, Dean? The
two of them winked at each other, causing Harry to turn a darker shade of crimson.
Anything else? Harry asked, changing the subject.
Girls! Dean and Seamus said together.
Uh, you two, I dont think so
Come on, Harry. Its Deans birthday. Both he and Dean gave him puppy dog looks and
Harry merely shook his head in resignation.
Whatever. Who?
Well, Lavender and Parvati. Youll want Ginny, of course, and then Dean thought it
would be nice to have a threesome with Padma. Twins and all, you know. Seamus
received a blow on the arm for that.
No shagging, please, Harry whined. I dont want to have to watch.
Dont worry, mate, began Dean, youll be too pissed off your arse to know any
different.
Thanks, replied Harry.
Dont worry. We wont let Ginny deflower you. You can keep the barmy wine in your
trunk. Seamus leapt off the bed to gather the girls for a night of partying. Seamus loved
to be the planner. He was often given the heads up on certain occasions that warranted a
certain kind of celebration, and Deans eighteenth birthday was certainly one of those
times. He also had a knack for acquiring spirits without being discovered.
Hey, Seamus! Damn, go on rounds already, Ron.
Whatcha need?
You doing anything for Thomas birthday?
Well, he and Padma.
Ah. Enough said. Ill see you later. Bloody rounds tonight, wouldnt you know, Ron
complained.
Dont you like having rounds with Hermione?

I never said that, Ron answered. Hey, howd you know?

Seamus looked down at his foot, trying to figure out an answer. Well, you seemed happy
about doing rounds tonight. Not like last week with Malfoy.
That was a waste of time. Bloody git, Ron replied.
Ron! Its nine! The two boys looked up to see Hermione come down the stairs from the
girls dormitory. She braided her hair. She never braids her hair, thought Seamus.
You look nice, remarked Seamus.
Why thank you, Seamus. Do I Ron? She looked at her boyfriend coyly.
Uh, yeah, Mione. You always do. But you look great tonight, Ron reassured her.
Well, duty calls. He took Hermiones hand and headed off toward the portrait hole. He
looked back at Seamus, winking.
Seamus really liked Ron Weasley. But he liked him even more now that he was getting a
piece of Hermione Granger on a regular basis. He smiled as he remembered the fabulous
rows they used to have before they took their heads out of their arses. Life was much
more peaceful in Gryffindor Tower.
Looking to his right, he saw three lovelies descending the stairs, their eyes full of
mischief and was then ploughed over by the willowy blonde hed fallen for.
Hi, Lavender, Seamus said, leaning in for a kiss.
~*~
Lavender Brown smothered the poor Irish lad with her embrace. Her lips were on his in a
split-second and her arms were wrapped around his body like shrink wrap. When it
became necessary to breathe, she pulled away from him.
Hey, look what I have! She flashed her wide smile and revealed a bottle of rum from
her bag. So Hermiones gone?
Aye, she is. Don think shell be all tha anxious to get back after doing rounds wit
Ron, he told her, leading her and the other two girls up the stairs.
Seamus, is Harry really going along with this? asked Ginny.
Aye he is. He even contributed to the cause. Had somethin of his uncles in his trunk.
Seamus stopped to look back at her. Hes keepin somethin special for the two of you to
have sometime when youre alone and Ron is otherwise occupied. He laughed as he saw
the red head blush and then get angry.
Seamus Finnegan! You keep your nose out of my business. Youre as bad as Ron. She
stomped off ahead of the group toward the seventh-year dorm.
You mean they havent done it yet, Seamus? asked Lavender. She shook her head,
wondering what was taking the two of them so long.
Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley were a bit of a mystery to Lavender. Theyd been
serious for most of the school year and had known each other, well, forever. She didnt
quite understand how Harry could resist Ginny. The younger girl was very demonstrative
in her affection for The Boy Who Lived, and he was starting to feel more comfortable
with her kissing him in the common room. His upbringing really hadnt been very loving,

and in her opinion, it was a miracle he could love at all.

At the door of the dorm, Lavender and Parvati were greeted by the birthday boy himself
and were immediately handed a bottle of Guinness. Ginny was already working on her
bottle and nibbling Harrys ears. All Ginny had to do was play with Harrys left ear and
he was putty in her hands. He took the bottle, kissed her heartily on the lips and took a
swig of ale. Its so obvious, Lavender told herself. Hes as randy as a Kneazle in heat.
Shed seen that look in Seamus eye quite frequently, and was rather fond of the act,
which was done for the first time at the beginning of term. Harry, she had to admit,
needed a little shove in the right direction.
Harry, drink up! Lavender ordered. Theres enough here for all of us. She had
decided earlier in the day when Seamus had begun the plans for the party that Harry and
Ginny were going to be snogging and then some by the end of the night. If she had her
druthers, Harry would be well-shagged before the night was out. She once had a crush on
him, but once she noticed that his eyes were for Ginny only, she quickly moved on to
Seamus, after stopping to taste the lips of Ron Weasley along the way. Seamus told her
that Harry was the most sexually frustrated boy in their year, and that he sometimes
forgot to set up a Silencing Charm on occasion as he took to wanking in the middle of the
night and early morning. Seamus had scars on his lip as he fought to control his laughter
while Ron covered his head with a pillow to avoid hearing his friend go on and on about
Ginny.
Lav, wheres Padma? Dean asked. Now theres another randy bastard, but at least hes
had him some already. In fact, Lavender reckoned, Harry Potter was the sole virgin of the
seventh-year Gryffindors. Even Neville managed to get laid on a regular basis by Susan
Bones. She shook her head in disbelief.
Oh dont worry. Parvati just went down to get her. Down, boy! she giggled. Dean was
so transparent in his desire to have both Patil twins at the same time. The twins werent
so eager to comply, but Dean was trying his best, she had to admit.
Music began to flow from Deans stereo, charmed to work without electricity, of course,
and the group of friends began to dance. Lavender sauntered over to Seamus and began a
little bump and grind with one arm around his neck and a bottle of ale in the other. His
eyes began to glaze over, either from desire or drink, she wasnt sure, but it thrilled her
none the less. He pulled her to him and matched the rhythm of her hips, swing for swing.
She soon discovered that it was desire that glazed his eyes, as he so deftly brushed her
hips with his own.
Lavender looked away from Seamus and noticed that Ginny and Harry were doing a little
dance of their own. They both finished their ale and had their arms wrapped around each
other while Harry leaned against a wall. His green shirt was a nice contrast against his
dark hair and his jeans, oh lord, hung mercilessly low on those muscular hips. He started
wearing his jeans a bit lower the past few months and he reminded her of the Muggle
singers she so enjoyed listening to at home. His plaid boxers peeked out the top of his
waistband and she had to look away as she felt her face begin to heat up. Ginny is one
lucky witch.
Stop staring at him, love. Yer givin me a complex. Lavender glanced up at Seamus
adoringly, hoping to calm his anxiety.

Ah, you know me, Seamus. I appreciate all of Gods creatures. You, especially, she
said, standing on tiptoes, kissing him lightly on the lips. I really am besotted with you,
Finnegan. And your less obvious talents. She kissed him again, feeling his hands begin
to roam freely, both over and under her shirt.
Uh, Lavender, take it easy on him, interrupted Harry. Seamus here IS the barkeep, and
he needs to tend to his guests. He handed Seamus his empty bottle and grinned at his
friend. Two more Guinness, please.
~*~
Harry laughed to himself as Seamus pried himself from Lavenders clutches and tromped
over to his trunk, which was serving as the bar for the evening. His eyes fell toward
Lavenders chest of their own accord, and he noticed, for the first time, really, what she
looked like, as a girl. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and she was
wearing a scoop-necked shirt, revealing a bit of cleavage. If she turned in a certain
direction, he might even be able to catch a glimpse of her
Here, Potter! Eyes on your own girl, Seamus warned him. Did you know he was
leering at Lav, Ginny?
Harry looked sheepishly over at his girlfriend, trying to pretend he hadnt been caught
looking down Lavenders shirt. He walked over to Ginny and handed her the bottle of
Guinness.
Shame on you, Harry, she teased. Do I need to worry about you leaving me for
Lavender?
Never. His eyes sought hers and locked with them. Im too far gone to even look at
anyone else. Harry leaned down and kissed her lightly on the neck, in the spot that
always made her giggle, just below her pulse point. He got the response he desired, and
silently thanked Seamus brother for sending that package. Note to self, drink another two
Guinness and then see what she lets me do.
He grabbed her close and they started dancing again, in much the same fashion as
Seamus and Lavender. Harry had grown quite fond of dancing since the Yule Ball his
fourth year and he thanked his lucky stars that Dudleys old girlfriend had a crush on him
and taught him how to dance like this. The way Harry was dancing had an effect on him
he hadnt expected at the moment, and Ginny noticed as well.
Harry, she purred.
Hmmm? he replied, burying his face in her hair.
Are you alright? Her voice was like soft violin music.
Oh, I am just fine, mdear. Just fine, he leaned in and kissed her heartily on the lips,
stopping their movement. One hand snaked around her waist and pulled their hips into
ridiculously close proximity. The kiss went on and on and, somehow, they found
themselves sitting on his desk with Ginny on his lap.
Hey, hey, hey, chimed in Dean. Id tell you to get a room, but this is your room. No
shagging at my party. He was already drunk, Harry noticed. Padma was at his side
(when did she show up?) with her hand in his. She, Harry reckoned, was sober and tried
to quiet Dean down as his voice became rather boisterous with drink.

Well, then, I suggest you get some entertainment going then, Harry suggested. What
about all those drinking games youre always talking about?
Ah, yes! Dean stepped onto Harrys desk chair and announced to the room, Gather
round one and all for a game to tease and scintillate the senses; to warm up even the
iciest of loins. Now is the time for Spin the BottleShot Version with a Twist of Strip!
~*~
Dean Thomas smiled as he took careful note of those around him. He knew he was drunk
and he didnt care. He wanted to get laid tonight and he wanted to have a threesome with
his girlfriend and her twin sister. That would be the BEST birthday present, by far.
Alcohol made him bold, and he hoped beyond hope that everything would function
correctly despite the alcohol.
So tell us, Dean, how does one play that game? Parvati eyed him curiously and Dean
could feel her warming up to the idea. You just made it up, so you better think fast.
Smart one, that girl. Any excuse to see girls tits was fine by him. Accio empty bottle! A
butterbeer bottle flew into his hand. Have a seat in a circle just like playing spin the
bottle. He plunked himself onto the wood floor of the dorm and gestured to the others to
join him. Rules. Dean closed his eyes to gather his thoughts. First, if you spin and land
on a member of the opposite sex, you kiss them, of course. Second, you spin and land on
a member of the same sex, kiss or take a shot of Firewhisky. Thank you, Seamus. Dean
took the bottle and conjured a shot glass. Land on someone you are dating, kiss and take
off an item of clothing. Both of you. Pairs of eyes widened around him. And no hexing
the bottle!
Oh thats not fair! Parvatis not dating anyone! Ginny complained. Dean noticed her
whisper something into Harrys ear, causing him to smile broadly and shift how he was
sitting. Lucky bloke, he thought. Ginny was always the adventurous one.
Yeah, wasnt Neville supposed to be here? Harry asked. He bent down to whisper into
Ginnys ear, not bothering to hear the answer.
He is, well, otherwise occupied with Susan. Lavender smiled widely. So, Parvati, who
can we rustle up for you?
Parvati looked at the group around her, and smiled. If Padma doesnt mind, Ill take
Dean, too. Dean could have had a heart attack at that moment. His dream was starting to
come true, and she was willing. Bless my soul. Im gonna have twins!
Not at all, dear sister, Padma said in her sultry voice. Oh man, does she know what she
is doing to me? Shall we let the birthday boy go first?
Dean reached down and spun the bottle, his eyes fixed on the rotating glass. The bottle
stopped at Harry.
Damn.
Sorry you feel that way, mate, Harry said with a bit of laughter in his voice.
Dean poured himself a shot and drank it down. Padma took a turn and the bottle landed at
Parvati. Please God, let them kiss. He watched as his girlfriend leaned across the circle
and placed a gentle kiss on the lips of her twin sister. Im going to die. Right now, on my

birthday.
As they broke apart, they smiled. Im dead, Im dead, Im dead.
Dean watched as the rest of his friends spun the bottle, kissed and took shots. Harry
kissed Lavender; Seamus kissed Ginny and Padma; Parvati kissed Seamus and Harry. He
looked away as Parvati kissed Padma again. Clothes began to gather in a little pile after
Ginny spun to Harry at least six times. If Dean didnt know better, he could have sworn
Harry charmed that damned bottle. Seamus and Lavender were having a good old time as
well.
Dean, its your turn again, announced Ginny. He looked up, and his former girlfriend
was reclining in Harry Potters lap, both of them without shoes, socks, and other items of
clothing Dean would rather not think about.
~*~
Harrys arms were warm as they encircled Ginnys bare upper body. She had on a tank
top and an embarrassing pair of knickers. Embarrassing for her, thrilling for Harry. His
hand was softly stroking her thigh and she felt like she could just float away on a cloud of
bliss. They both had too much to drink. Harry wasnt about to kiss Seamus or Dean and
had around five shots plus three bottles of Guinness and several swigs of brandy. She, on
the other hand, was quite willing to kiss the other girls and watch Harrys face glaze over
with lust. She tried to keep up with him, but was unable to match him drink for drink.
Dean, its your turn again, she reminded Dean. The poor boy was sitting in between
Padma and Parvati, who had been putting on quite the show for Mr. Thomas. Everyone
knew what Dean wanted, and Padma would have none of it.
The bottle stopped at Ginny. Shit. I have to kiss him while Im practically naked. Ginny
crawled out of Harrys arms and scooted closer to Dean. She watched as his eyes drifted
lower, settling on her chest. He loves tits. I almost forgot. Just as she was about to close
her eyes, Dean fell with a thud onto the hard floor, passing out cold.
They all burst out laughing, and Dean just lay there, drool pooling on the floor under him.
I guess the partys over, eh? Seamus stated, his brogue much more pronounced. Harry,
help me get him into bed, okay?
Harry attempted to stand up, but fell back onto the floor. Seamus, I can barely crawl.
Throw a blanket over him and let him sleep.
Harry, you cant do that to the poor boy, Padma reprimanded him. Come on, Seamus.
Ill help you.
As Padma and Seamus dragged Dean to his bed, Ginny helped Harry off the floor and sat
him down on the edge of his bed. She sat down next to him, desperately trying to keep
the room from spinning.
Harry?
Yeah, Gin? Harry groaned. Whyd you have to be named after liquor? He started
giggling.
I cant make it back to my room. Ill fall down the stairs before I even attempt to climb
back up again. She fell back against the bed, only to have the spins hit her faster and

faster. I think Im gonna be sick She rolled over onto her side and the wave of nausea
passed.
Well, stay here then. Get in, Harry ordered, pulling back the covers of his bed. The two
of them crawled between the cool sheets and snuggled against each other. Ginny never
felt so safe in all her life.
Goodnight, Ginny. Goodnight, Harry, chimed Lavender from Seamus bed. I think
were having a sleepover tonight. Seamus began snoring and Lavender giggled.
Goodnight, Lavender. Goodnight, Seamus. Goodnight, Dean. Goodnight, Ginny, Harry
said. Goodnight, John Boy.
Who the fuck is John Boy? asked Seamus, who apparently wasnt sleeping.
Ginny felt Harry shake with laughter behind her. She also felt something else poking her
in the back. Well, well, well. Look what we have here. She reached a hand back, grabbed
Harry, and squeezed.
Bloody hell, Ginny! He sat up, drawing looks from Lavender and Seamus. He drew the
curtains closed and cast a Silencing Charm on the bed. What do you think youre
doing? he hissed.
Ginny looked at him with wide doe-eyes and smiled. She leaned over and kissed him,
gliding her tongue across his lips until he opened his mouth. Her hands went to his chest,
following the soft hair of his treasure trail down to the waistband of his boxers, only to be
halted by Harrys hand. He held her hand as he kissed her, causing millions of feelings to
rush through her head. With his other hand, he pulled her to him, bringing their hips up
against one another, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to him.
She met his hips with hers, moaning at the sensations she was feeling. Their kisses
became deeper and more frantic. She pulled away from Harry, and drew her tank top over
her head, giving him full access. Shed done this with him before, but she knew where
she wanted it to end: with Harry inside her, making her scream his name and feeling him
throb and pulse as he spilled himself into her.
They started kissing again, tongues probing, lips sliding and moans escaping from
impassioned throats. Ginny felt her body temperature rise from the heat they were
creating and she arched her back, aching to get closer to him. She wrapped her legs
around Harrys waist as he rolled onto her. His hands began to stroke every inch of her
exposed skin, and then he suddenly stopped.
Ginnyhoney, he moaned. He pulled back.
She stared at him, lips puffy, and eyes wide with desire. Harry
No, Ginny. Not like this, he croaked. Weve had too much to drink and I really feel
like Im gonna puke right now. Sure enough, he turned over on his other side and threw
up all over the floor, from the sound of it.
Ginny gave in to her laughter but the door to the dorm opening caused her to bite back
the giggles.
Harry, are you okay? It was Ron. Shit.
~*~

Ugh, it smells in here. Whatd you guys do? Ron looked around the room, taking in the
empty bottles strewn across the floor. His eyes settled on the piles of clothing that dotted
the dark wood floor. Is that a bra?
Ron got off his bed, and strolled over to Dean, passed out on his bed, fully clothed,
covered with a light blanket. He noticed Nevilles bed was empty and smiled. A giggle
caught his attention and he strode over to Seamus four-poster.
Hi, Ron, Lavender greeted him with a giggle. She nudged Seamus in the shoulder.
Finnigan! Ron barked. Seamus groaned in answer. Twenty points each. Lavender, get
up and go to bed. God, it stinks to high heaven in here. Whered you get this stuff? He
took a step toward the door, kicking empty bottles that lie in his path. He turned toward
Harrys bed as Lavender got up and scrambled out the door.
Harry, are you going to be alright? Ron stopped at the foot of the bed, noticing a
familiar shirt on the floor.
Yeah, Ill be okay, mate. Harry replied from the confines of the bed curtains. Can you
do me a favour and clean that up? Im, uh, not really up to it. Shhh!
Harry? Whats wrong? Ron stepped closer to the bed. Want some help?
No! No! Ill be fine, Ron. Just leave me alone, okay?
Fine, but you might need a Hangover Potion in the morning, and I dont fancy asking
Madame Pomfrey for you blokes tomorrow. He let out a heavy sigh and began picking
things up off the floor. Ron cleaned when he was upset, and this was not a good night.
Well, it started out very well. Ron smiled as he remembered his evening activities.
After a bit of actual rounds, he and Hermione enjoyed a rather pleasant snog in the
Charms classroom, and continued on to receive the best blow job of his short sexual life.
But coming into this room, with the smell of beer, liquor and vomit, took away all those
good feelings. Shaking his head, he stopped by Harrys bed again and cleaned up the
mess. He congratulated himself on being such a good friend to Harry and began drawing
back the curtains to ask him a question.
Ginny! What the fuck are you doing in here? Where on earth is your shirt? Rons eyes
snapped back to the Chudley Cannons shirt lying on the floor. Bloody hell, Ginny, get
back to your room!
Ginny opened her eyes wearily. Ron, I cant move. Shut up and let me get some sleep,
okay? Youre gonna wake up Harry. Sure enough, Harry was sound asleep next to her.
Oh no, you are NOT sleeping here with Harry. Did you? Really sleep sleep with him?
He stared at his sister, not wanting to hear the answer, but at the same time needing to
know.
Bugger off, Ron! No, I didnt fuck Harry. Ron cringed at the word. Just thinking that
his sister would do that was enough to make him want to throw up. Honestly, I cant
make it to my room. Harry told me to sleep here, since I was already here. Ginny sighed
heavily. Please shut up and let me sleep. And by the way, stop spinning! She fell back
against the bed, eyes closed, sleeping the sleep of the wasted.
Ron shook his head and headed toward the door. He silently told himself to file this

evening away in the category specially reserved for future blackmail of his sister. He
would never let her live this down, and it felt damn good to have something over on
Ginny for once.
The door to the dormitory opened to reveal Hermione. Ron closed his eyes as he
imagined what the Head Girl would say if she saw this mess.
~*~
As she entered the door, Hermione almost vomited. What is that? Alcohol? Vomit? Or is
that urine? Ron! What went on in here? Ron pushed her out of the way and shut the
door behind him.
Uh, well, they had a birthday party for Dean, Ron answered. Theyre all passed out.
Excuse me? They were drinking? Where did they get it? Oh, they are going to be in SO
much trouble. Did you take away any points? Please tell me you did, Ron, or Ill Ron
cut her off with a passionate kiss, pushing her over to the wall on the right-hand side of
the door. All other thoughts left her mind as she lost herself in Rons kiss. Bloody man
was able to make her lose her train of thought at the most inopportune times. She felt
herself melt against his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around her.
We cant go in there, Mione, he whispered huskily in her ear while tracing it with his
hot, wet tongue. Your room then? She nodded her agreement as the power of speech
left her. Ron nudged her toward the stairs that led to her Head Girl quarters, his hands
causing her to shiver in anticipation, his lips and tongue slowly melting her resolve.
Ron, what was going on in there? Her voice was breathy and deep.
Who cares? Just some drinking games.
The Morning After the Night Before
----Her eyes fluttered open to find blue brocade bed curtains surrounding her and for a
minute, she forgot where she was and began to panic. But the sudden snort of the man
lying beside her, naked as she was, brought everything back.
"Um...Ginny, it wasn't supposed to happen like this." A little whimper escaped her throat.
"I was, um, going to wait and all but...I..." Words weren't necessary now for either of
them. He slowly opened the little box for her and she let out another little squeal, putting
her hands to her mouth. He got down on one knee. "Will you marry me, Ginny?"...
She said 'yes' of course and then their conversation fell to something of a more intimate
nature.
"Well, I just want you to know that I'm ready, Harry. I have been for a long time, and I
think you are, too. Love me, Harry..."
Up in his room, they were both eager, both excited to finally be at this point in their
relationship.
He moved his hips, and she matched his movements while pleasure soared through their
bodies. Her leg wrapped around his thigh and he went further into her, sending him
closer to the edge. He looked at her, seeing her expression change as her body began to
flutter and tighten around his. Harry let go, crying, feeling her tears on his shoulder as

she held him tight against her,and he collapsed onto her...

With those pleasant memories floating around inside her head, she stretched her arms
above her head and smiled broadly to herself, even as she felt a twinge of pain from last
evening's activities flare between her thighs.
The sunlight filtered in through the large window, casting a warm, golden glow about the
room. She always loved being in this room in the morning with Harry, although their
previous nights were much more innocent compared to the last.
Last night...
So much had changed since she and Hermione had Apparated into the Leaky Cauldron to
meet Harry and Ron. She was expecting to just meet them, have a few drinks and chips,
and then head over to Harry's for cake.
The cake...
They never did get around to eating Harry's birthday cake, which bore a strange
resemblance to the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Instead of devouring the chocolate and
raspberry goodness she had slaved over, he had asked her to marry him.
"I'll go get some plates." She got up from where she sat next to Harry and began to head
toward the kitchen, grabbing Harry's jacket to hang on the hall tree. Ginny shook her
head at his carelessness and his habit of not hanging things up in their proper place. As
she headed down the hall with the jacket, she swung it in her hand; a soft thunk drew her
attention to the floor.
She took in everything about the little velvet box that now lay on the floor. It was about
two inches square, with a deep cerulean velvet wrapped around it. The crest emblazoned
on the front bore the initials 'PFJ'-Patterson's Fine Jewels. She knew that place-and only
one thing came in a box that small.
She screamed.
Ginny turned toward the sleeping form of her fianc-fianc, wow-and shyly lifted the
navy blue sheet that covered him and pushed it back from his torso. Her eyes lustfully
floated down his body until they came to rest on his slightly stiff member. It twitched a
little bit, nestled there between his dark, rough curls, and grew a bit. She smiled as she
felt heat gather in her centre and a quickening in her breathing.
But to her surprise, she continued to look at him. It was a dark brownish-pink, much like
the skin of his nipples and areolas, with a thick vein running the length of it. She was
impressed by how pleasing his circumcised head looked, nice and clean, leaving him
open to every sensation they experienced together. Her brothers, as well as nearly every
other Wizarding male, were uncircumcised; this thought made her feel special, like no
other woman in her world could ever have the same experience.
Her fascination increased as his penis twitched and grew in length as well as diameter.
She remembered how it felt to have him slide in and out of her last night, rubbing lightly,
and then roughly against her clit, causing the most blissful tingling she'd ever felt.
Memories of last night made her want to experience it again.
Soon.

Ginny stretched out next to him, placing her naked flesh flush against his, and breathed
lightly into his ear while her left hand began stroking his stiffening cock.
"Harrrr...eeee..." she hummed breathily. "Wakeeeee, wakeeeee."
"Grrrummahnnff..." He smacked his lips and turned in his sleep to face her.
She took this opportunity to run her hand over the rise of his hip and over onto his full,
firm and fleshy arse cheek, squeezing it slightly before pulling his pelvis toward hers.
Instinctively, she flung a leg over his thigh, feeling his erection press against her. She
wanted him again and if he didn't wake up soon, she'd have to start without him.
As if he read her mind in his sleep, his eyes opened to meet her lustful gaze. It took a
moment for him to realise where he was, it seemed, as he looked a little confused.
"Good morning, my dear fianc," Ginny whispered to him.
"And what a good morning it is," Harry answered, moving in for a kiss. Their lips met in
a series of quick pecks before turning into something deeper, more sensual as their
mouths opened to one another and each of them allowed the other's tongue entry, further
seducing their senses.
Ginny pushed him onto his back to lay sprawled over him, her upper body resting
deliciously across his lightly-haired chest. Harry's hands began roaming over her hips,
her thighs, her buttocks and back before sliding to her front, caressing and kneading her
ample breasts.
"I thought...I'd have to...start...without you," she said between kisses and moans.
"Never..."
She cut off his words with her mouth and began squirming under his hands, wanting
more intimate contact with him. Her hips swirled over him, causing him to moan again
and settle her body with his hands.
"Harry...I..." She couldn't voice how much she wanted him. There were no words capable
of expressing that much longing, that much desire.
"I know...Sit up. I wanna watch you..." A coy smirk made its way across his face and,
with a smile of her own, Ginny gladly moved to straddle him, barely touching his cock
with her engorged lower lips.
Without saying anything, Ginny lifted herself up and then ever so slowly, lowered herself
onto him, throwing back her head in exquisite pleasure as he filled her. She gasped at the
change inside her and moved her hips in excruciating slowness. She circled her hips
clockwise a few times, and then changed direction before sliding against him in a back
and forth motion.
"Oh...hell, Gin...fuck..." he moaned. He placed his hands on her hips, pulling down on her
to hold her there for a moment before sliding them up the sides of her body, delicately
caressing her waist, kneading her breasts and then flicking her nipples between his
fingers.
The bits of pain from him squeezing her sensitive nipples were replaced with a feeling of
overwhelming pleasure. She rocked against him, faster and with more determination. She
could get used to this, she realised, and let out a moan.

"Open your eyes." Harry's voice was broken with breaths that came faster and made his
voice a bit raspy. "Look how beautiful we are..."
Her eyes opened and she looked down to where their bodies came together. The contrast
of their pubic hair appeared even more startling in the morning light. Bright auburn
against pitch black. She could see the moisture from her body glisten along the shaft as
he slid out, only to engulf him once again as he drove back inside. Ginny lifted her gaze
to his face and found him looking more relaxed than she'd seen in a long, long time. His
hair was still tousled from sleep, giving him a wild look that she would never grow tired
of. Next, she looked at his luscious mouth. The way he smiled and grimaced as he thrust
and retreated was perhaps the sexiest thing she'd ever seen in her life. His nipples and
chest hair begged for her touch and she quickly indulged herself by reaching out and
placing her palms on his chest and explored his body the way he had hers.
Harry shifted a bit and bent his knees behind her, and without even knowing why he did
it, Ginny leaned back against his thighs, thereby changing the angle of penetration.
"OH! Ha...Harr...eee!" She huffed as she increased the speed of her movements, which
began uncontrolled and imprecise in where she rubbed against him. She let out a sound of
frustration that sounded like a whimper, hoping that she could find the right spot again.
"Here, let me," came his voice, rich in its deep timbre and full of lust and longing. He
moved his hand to where their bodies came together and placed his thumb on the red,
engorged clit that lay nestled inside her red curls. His thumb moved lightly at first, in
small circles, sending shocks of pleasure through her body like electricity. Her rhythm
quickened and soon his light circles became harder rubs and the shockwaves grew in size
and frequency.
Wanting to reach the peak of pleasure with him, Ginny leaned forward again, trapping his
thumb underneath her while he continued ministering to her clit and bracing herself
against him. She took in his face again. His eyes were wide and his lower lip was caught
between his teeth, his face flushed and nostrils flaring with his quick breathing.
"Fast...move...faster..." he groaned.
Ginny stopped moving in circles and began short, quick movements in a back and forth
rhythm that kept his thumb pressed against her clit. Harry moved his free hand to her hip
and held her down as tightly as he could with one hand, his own hips beginning to buck
up against hers.
"There...ju-just..." Ginny's voice faded away as Harry brought her to the pinnacle and
continued to rub her, even as the tremors inside her shook her to the very core. Unable to
contain herself any longer, a scream escaped her mouth, shocking herself at her own
reaction.
As the last echoes of her release reverberated in the bedroom, Harry's hips lifted off the
mattress and she felt his hot liquid fill her while he vocalised his own pleasure. Unable to
hold herself up anymore, she fell to his side, his body sliding out of her. He gathered her
up into his arms and kissed the top of her head, his arms running over her hot, tingly skin.
Without expecting it, she felt the beginning twinges of desire return to her body. And as
she moved her leg slightly, she noticed that Harry did as well.
"Bloody hell, Ginny...that...was..." He stopped speaking and kissed her, his tongue eager

to delve inside her mouth. For several, blissful moments, she was lost to his kisses and
soon found herself lying underneath him, a new erection pressed against her hip.
"Mmmm...Harry..." she murmured before pulling away from his mouth while he
continued to move against her. "I...I can't...not so...soon."
He lifted his head and she noticed the pleading look he gave her, rather reminiscent of the
times they were together in her final year at Hogwarts. She so wanted to continue with
this present activity, but she had something to tell him...something she never got around
to last night. And if they did continue, they would both be very embarrassed.
"Wha...what is it, Ginny?" He rolled to her side and began playing with her hair, which
only served to distract her from what she needed to say. "You can tell me anything." He
began nuzzling her neck in earnest, placing light kisses here and there, sending her mind
down the path he was leading.
"Mum...Mum'll be here..."
At her words, Harry abruptly stopped what he was doing and sat up to look down at her.
"What did you just say?" He blinked rapidly, as if he was trying to process her statement.
She licked her lips quickly. "My parents are coming at noon. To surprise you for your
birthday. I...I didn't get a chance to say anything last night...Sorry."
Harry sprang from the bed. "Well it's a bloody good time to be telling me this NOW!" He
threw on his glasses and looked at the clock. "Fuck! It's eleven already!" He began
pacing, unaware that he was naked it appeared. "Your MUM! Shit, she can't find
out...about...this!" His hand waved between the two of them quickly. "And what about-"
Harry never finished his sentence, as he was cut off by the Floo springing to life. Harry
looked to see who it was and he sank onto the bed.
"Oh God...Ron!" Harry hastily pulled the loosened blanket around his waist and scurried
over to the fireplace.
"Harry! Harry, you decent?" Ron's voice was hushed, almost as if he was in a covert
operation.
"Yeah. But hurry up...your mum's-"
"Here!"
"What?" Ginny and Harry shouted at the same time.
"Mum. Is. Here," Ron said steely.
"Shit!" Ginny shouted, scrambling from the bed, momentarily forgetting her nakedness.
She began scrambling around for her clothes and upon finding none, grabbed Harry's
boxer shorts and quickly stepped into them. She found one of his worn, yet still relatively
clean, t-shirts in his hamper, pulled it over her head and made her way to the end of the
room where Harry stood.
"Hermione's distracting her out in the back garden, so get your arse downstairs and
Apparate into your real bed, Little Sis..." Ron warned.
"Shut up!" both Harry and Ginny yelled.
"Holy fuck, Harry, you already sound like you're married." Ron ducked as Harry threw a

book through the Floo connection. "Come on, Gin. Hermione's out there
talking about flowers, and I don't know how much longer Mum will believe you're still in
bed without actually barging into your room."
"Fine!" Ginny shouted at Ron, pushing her hair back from her face. She stepped over to
Harry and kissed him, planning on it being a quick good-bye kiss. Instead, Harry held her
to him and kissed her passionately, the blanket forgotten and fallen to the floor.
"Excuse me! Still here!" Ron piped in from the fireplace.
"I love you," Ginny said, backing toward the door, her arm outstretched toward Harry.
"Go! I love you, too!" Harry followed her to the door and watched as she descended the
stairs. A sharp cracking noise told him that she'd gone.
Harry stood at the top of the stairs, just outside his bedroom door, feeling a bit heavier in
the area around his heart. With a heavy sigh, he returned to his room, planning to head
straight toward the bathroom for a shower when a hissing from the Floo caught his
attention.
"Er...Harry, mate? You do realise that you're still naked and standing right in front of me."
Harry quickly bent and pulled the blanket back around his waist. "Sorry," he said to the
floor.
"You owe me big time, Potter."
"I know..." He sat in one of the chairs near the fireplace and tried to compose himself.
"Ron, we need to get something straight. Your mum CAN'T know about me and
Gin...we're not ready to tell her."
"Fine, fine. What Molly doesn't know won't hurt her...yeah, I get it! I gotta go...Mum's
heading toward Gin's room." And with that, Ron disappeared, leaving Harry alone.
"So, let's see, engaged, had sex four times and interrupted by my future in-laws all in
about twelve hours," Harry muttered to himself. "Yep, just another day in the life of
Harry Potter."