Alternate Sleeping Arrangements

Alternate Sleeping Arrangements: Chapter Number





Title: Alternate
Sleeping Arrangements
Author name: Ruskbyte

Disclaimer: This story is based
on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various
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or trademark infringement is intended.

 

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~ The Morning After ~

 

Ginny watched with some amusement as Harry remained perfectly still as she
leaned over his rigid and enticingly bare torso to confirm that it was indeed
Hermione in his arms. Harryead ead turned a fraction and he looked at her with
wide green eyes as she told him, Consider
yourself lucky I remember what happened last night, Harry.

“I consider myself lucky that I’m starting to remember it myself,” he
whispered, nodding toward Hermione.

“I wouldn’t have thought sharing your bed with two lovely nubile young
ladies would be an experience you’d forget so easily,” she teased, stroking his
shoulder with her fingers.

Harry frowned up at her, not appreciating the joke at his expense. “I think
I damn near gave myself heart failure when I woke up and realized she wasn’t
you.”

Ginny chuckled as she recalled how she had felt Harry suddenly tense beside
her as she was slowly awakening. Leaning down, she kissed him softly on his
cheek. “I’ll admit my own heart stopped beating for a second when you asked me
who was in bed with us.”

He reached up with his right arm --his left was still trapped under
Hermione’s head-- and ran his fingers through the soft waves of her
unrestrained hair. He reached behind her head and drew her to him for an
adoring kiss, before pulling back slightly to look up at her with a sad and
hesitant smile as he asked, “You’re not angry, I hope? About this?”

“Oh, I’m angry all right,” Ginny told him, her brows drawing into a scowl
not unlike the one her mother was famous for. She paused just long enough for
Harry to start looking worried before she fhed.hed. “The next time we see
Malfoy, you’re going to have to get in line when it comes to kicking his
misbegotten bastard’s arse from here to the South Pole.”

“If anyone deserves it, he certainly does,” agreed Harry, relaxing.

“Who deserves what?”

Both teenagers turned to the source of the sleepily, barely awake voice.
This naturally resulted in Harry burying his face in Hermione’s tangled hair
and sputtering incoherently for several seconds, earning light laur frr from
Ginny. Hermione twisted around, resting more fully on her back, and stared at
the two of them.

“What’s the matter? Y’okay?” she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with
her left hand.

“We’re fine,” Harry told her, “Ginny was simply demonstrating her similarity
to Fred and George.”

“Ey!”

Ginny poked at Harry’s ribs with a finger, immediately regretting the action
when this provoked a familiar twinkle to blossom in his clear green eyes. A
grin, which he had to have learned from Fred and George, split his face as he
started to retaliate by reaching up to tickle at her ribs with his free hand.
This was Ginny’s greatest weakness, one that Harry had discovered over the
summer and was not afraid to exploit.

“Ah, no! Harry! Harry, no, please! Harreeeeee!”

She squirmed under his attack, trapped against him since he had wrapped his
right arm around her waist and pulled his left arm out from under Hermione’s
head toail ail her ribs. While they were able to draw upon the Order’s power in
equal measure, Harry still had the advantage over Ginny in the physical
strength department. Using this to his advantage Harry proceeded to mercilessly
tickle Ginny until tears of laughter were streaming down her cheeks.

“That’ll teach you, little miss,” he chuckled when she collapsed, winded, at
his side. Ginny was too tired and out of breath to try and even the score, so
she contented herself to lie against him and soak up in his warmth. Hermione,
who had watched the playful battle with a smile, was busy repressing her
giggles. The three of them lay there for a long while, simply enjoying the
company of those they cared for.

“Harry? Ginny?” Hermione eventually asked, pushing herself up on her good
elbow and looking at them with glistening, soulful eyes. Ginny could only see
how small and frightened her friend seemed. “Thanks. You know... for letting
me

“Don’t,” Harry interrupted, lifting a finger to her lips. He shook his head
fractionally and then pushed himself up so that he was sitting next to her. He
gently leaned close and placed a brotherly kiss on Hermione’s forehead. “Don’t
say anything. There’s no need for words between us, Hermione. Not when it comes
to matters like this. e nee never should be and there never will be.”

Hermione looked over Harry’s shoulder at Ginny, a question in her soft brown
eyes. Ginny nodded her agreement to his words and reached out to lightly grasp
the other girl’s hand. Hermione pushed herself up to embrace Harry in a close
and tearful hug. He was gently kissing the tears from her face as Ginny stroked
her back in small circles, noting as she did that Hermione’s pastel negligee
was still gathered at her waist, leaving her lower half exposed.

My turn, She told Harry, silently
motioning over Hermione’s shoulder for him to turn her around. Harry looked at
her quizzically, but obeyed anyway. With one hand at her hip and the other
splayed between her shoulders, he turned Hermione so that she was sitting in
his lap, her back to his chest and facing Ginny. He slipped his legs over hers,
so that he was able to hook his shins behind her calves and ease her legs open
so that Ginny could sit herself down between them.

“Harry?” asked Hermione, looking back over her shoulder at him, clearly
puzzled by his actions. He smiled and simply lowered his lips to hers, sliding
his hands up to cup her breasts. After several moments he broke off the
smouldering kiss, resting his head on her shoulder as he began to massage her
breasts through the thin fabric of her negligee.

Ginny framed Hermione’s face with her hands, turning the other girl towards
her. For a short instant they held each other’s gaze. Ginny could see the slow
dawning of comprehension in Hermione’s eyes before she leaned to kiss her,
reaching up to entwine her slim hands with Harry’s.

She must have frightenermiormione a bit, since it took some time before the
other girl finally reached up with her left hand to grasp the back of Ginny’s
head and pull her deeper into the kiss. Her other arm curled around Ginny’s
waist as she returned the kiss with a hunger that she had only seen on a few
rare occasions. Hermione’s lips were crushing against Ginny’s almost painfully,
their tongues dancing around each other. Her lips tasted of strawberries Ginny
noticed, comparing the sensations against her experiences with Harry.

Where did she learn to kiss like that?
Ginny wondered, finally pulling back from the kiss. She needed to breathe.
It was either that or pass out from lack of oxygen. Once again she could see
into Hermione’s eyes and saw that the confusion and trepidation of earlier had
been replaced by a raw passion, something she had never seen in her friend
before. Ginny wondered if she would be lucky enough to see it there in the
future. She certainly hoped so.

“Wow!” Hermione exclaimed breathlessly, “Do you kiss all your friends like
that?”

Ginny chuckled, Harry?

~Yes, Gin? What d’you need?~ her
lover asked silently.

Spread her legs a bit more for me
please, Ginny told him as she began to explore the rest of Hermione. She
moved along her chin and then traced a line down her throat, planting soft
butterfly kisses as she went. She slipped her hands from of Harry’s and reached
up to slip the thin straps of Hermione’s negligee over her shoulders, letting
the garment drop down and bunch around her waist.

Ginny had shared a room with Hermione on several occasions over the years,
so she had as a matter of course been exposed to a fair dealher her friend’s
body. She had not, however, bothered to pay much attention before. Now Ginny
wished she had, as she shamelessly ogled Hermione’s revealed charms.

Hermione’s breasts were fractionally smaller than Ginny’s, a consequence of
Hermione’s slight frame, but were rounder and fuller which made them seem
larger than they were. Her nipples were a dark pink against her tanned skin and
were stiff with arousal, protruding from her chest as if begging for attention.
After a few seconds, in which Harry reached up again to resume his caresses,
Ginny noticed that there were no tan lines visible. Leaning back she looked
lower and saw no tan lines down there either.

Hermione must have seen the surprise on her face because she explained,
“We’ve got a very private back garden at home. My mum lets me skinny-dip in the
pool and sunbath in the buff when nobody else is there. I do it all the time
during the summer.”

“Nice,” muttered Harry, who was nibbling on her neck.

“Beautiful,” agreed Ginny, leaning forward again as Hermione pulled her head
down to her chest. At first Ginny simply let herself luxuriate in the feeling
of being so close to her. When Harry took her erect nipples between his fingers
and rolled the hard buds, Hermione gasped and arched her back, which pressed
Ginny deeper into the valley between her mounds.

Ginny began to nibble and lick her way over her breasts, working between and
around Harry’s hands. They were warm, soft and silky, with a slightly salty
taste. Her hands were at work as well, caressing Hermione’s shoulders, neck,
stomach, hips and thighs. Slowly Ginny began to slowly descend, winding a trail
of kisses down Hermione’s chest, over the gentle curve of her stomach, around
her navel and further.

These gentle ministrations, combined with Harry’s attentiveness, were
beginning to have an effect on Hermione, for when one of Ginny’s hands touched
her inner thigh, she spread her legs even wider. For the moment, however, Ginny
held back as she was simply having too much fun exploring the rest of
Hermione’s curvaceous body. Hermione’s breathing was becoming faster and
heavier, interspersed with low, throaty groans. Ginny could feel the damp heat
which was radiating from Hermione’s crotch each time one of her hands wandered
close to that junction.

It was difficult to maintain the slow pace, but Ginny was intent on building
Hermione’s pleasure to an unbearable peak.
Her own burning desire could wait for the time being. Still, it was hard
to ignore the aching hardness of her nipples, which were straining against the
material of her nightshirt. Harder still was ignoring the growing wetness that
was trickling from her and soaking into her satin knickers.

Harry would not be getting out of the bed for a long while after this. Ginny
would be adamant about it. For that matter, their unique bond allowed her to
feel her lover’s own mounting desire. How he was managing to keep his breath
steady Ginny did not know, but was willing to bet it probably involved the
recital of Hogwarts, a History as a
mantra.

By the time Ginny arrived at the junction of Hermione’s legs, the
sixteen-year-old girl was panting and rocking her hips with growing urgency.
Nestling between her splayed thighs, Ginny reached back for the bedcover and
drew it over her, smiling up at Harry and Hermione as they watched her
disappear under the sheet, much as she had done with Harry during the night.

~Gin?~ she heard Harry silently
ask.

I think it’ll be more fun this way, She
explained. More unexpected --for both of
you-- if you can’t see what I’m up to.

~You just cannot resist to tease, can
you?~ Harry replied dryly.

Ginny didn’t answer, focusing instead on the delectable sight right before
her eyes. Even as worked up and aroused as Hermione was, with her legs spread
wide in entreaty, the inflamed lips of her sex remained tightly closed.
Slipping her hands from their hold on her hips, Ginny used her fingers to ever
so gently part Hermione’s folds and reveal her innermost reaches for the
younger girl’s exploration.

Using the very tip of her tongue, hesitantly at first but swiftly gaining in
confidence, Ginny traced along the edges of Hermione’s exposed passage. She
unhurriedly stroked from top to bottom, down and across, then up the other
side. Pausing for a short time to lick teasing just above her clitoral hood,
Ginny then circled back. Then again and again, gradually picking up her pace
until Harry had to hold Hermione in place so that she would not buck Ginny off
the bed as she writhed in his arms.

Finished with her teasing, Ginny prepared to begin in earnest. She released
her fingers’ hold on Hermione’s softest flesh and considered pressing them into
her friend’s steaming canal. She had, over the summer, granted Harry that
permission and thoroughly enjoyed the results. He had, to Ginny’s delight,
proved to be very dexterous and talented in that regard especially when
combined with his exceptional oral ministrations. Ginny was almost addicted to
the sensation of his fingers sliding within her. Hermione, on the other handightight not appreciate such an action, despite her obvious excitement.

Deciding against using her fingers, wanting instead to taste for herself
Hermione’s delicious juices, Ginny spread her hands against the whimpering
girl’s inner thighs. Pressing forward Ginny began to nibble around and then
lick at and into Hermione’s now saturated passage. When she delved and pushed
her tongue deeper, Ginny noticed that the sweet nectar she was lapping up was
creamier and stronger to the taste.

Great Merlin, Ginny thought as she
settled into a rhythm, if I taste as
sweet as this, then it’s a wonder Harry didn’t tie me to our bed at the Burrow
and simply ravish me all summer long.

~That’s an idea~ Harry agreed,
having overheard her thoughts. The mental image that he formed through their
bond, of him leaning over her restrained and naked form, was so enticingly
vivid that Ginny felt a rush of liquid heat between her legs. The moisture of
her growing arousal was seeping through her already damp knickers and spreading
over the insides of her hs. hs.

It was not easy to maintain her pace as Hermione convulsed against her,
jerking her hips up to meet every stab of Ginny’s tongue. She was moaning
almost constantly and uttering unintelligible shouts of pleasure whenever she
was able to gather the breath for it. Ginny had lost all sense of the passage
of time as she worked her tongue in and out, alternating between a slow and
tortuous pace and the occasional flurry of rapid strokes which caused
Hermione’s entire body to stiffen and arch as she gasped at the sensations.

Ginny could tell from the fluttering contractions around her tongue that
Hermione was beginning to approach the zenith she was pushing her towards.
Sliding her tongue free Ginny shifted her attention up and pursed her lips
around the pulsing bud that jutted out from Hermione’s folds. Ginny sucked
insistently and used her tongue to stroke around and over the top of her hood
and sensitive tip.

With a cry of ecstasy, which made Ginny wonder if even Silencing Charms
backed by the power of the Order could thwart, Hermione arched her back like a
bow being drawn taut. Hermione’s thighs pulled free from Harry’s and squeezed
against Ginny’s body as her hand clutched at the back of Ginny’s head. It
seemed to last an age before the tension abruptly drained from Hermione’s
muscles and she collapsed limp in Harry’s arms.

For a time the three teenagers remained motionless, save for the rise and
fall of their chests and the rapid beatings of their hearts. Ginny could also
feel the muscles in Hermione’s legs and body quivering and trembling from
exertion.

“Oh god, Ginny,” Hermione said breathlessly, stroking the back of Ginny’s
neck with her hand.

~Thank the maker that’s over with~ said
Harry, his inner voice sounding a bit strained. Since she could not see his
face from under the covers Ginny was worried for a moment before he explained, ~If that had gone on much longer I think I
would’ve exploded. I still might.~

Smirking at the insinuation Ginny decided to give Hermione a deep parting kiss
before eventually surfacing, Aw, is ickle
Harrikins feeling the strain? Does he want me to kiss it better? Or maybe, if
he asks nicely, Hermione will kiss it better for him...

She could sense the reaction that proposal created when he replied, ~Oh lord...~

Ginny was about to push her way up and emerge between Hermione and Harry’s
legs, when she heard the loud rustle of curtains being drawn aside. Delving
into her perceptions of magic, Ginny recognised this particular aura just as
Neville began to speak. He did not appear to realize what he was interrupting.

“Harry, I was wondering if I… i… i-yi-yiiii-yi-yi.”

Apparently he had realized that Harry had a decidedly feminine (not to
mention practically naked) figure sitting in his lap, which he musve ive identified
by the way his voice rose in pitch. Despite the compromising nature of the
situation, Ginny found herself wishing she could see his face at that moment.
Hidden under the covers she could not see what was happening, but the hand
stroking her neck vanished and Ginny felt the covers being pulled even higher.
Hermione was clearly attempting to cover herself from Neville’s doubtless
wide-eyed gaze.

“Really, Neville,” Ginny heard Hermione say, her voice tinged with content
amusement and quavering slightly in the after effects of her so recent
pleasure, “is that any way to say good morning?”

“H-H-HU-HUH-HUH-HUUuuu...”

Neville was clearly having trouble processing what he had stumbled across.
Hermione commented on this in her typically dry anconiconic manner, “I think I
preferred ‘i-yi-yiiii-yi-yi’.”

Finally Neville managed to sputter out, “H-H-HERMIONE!!”

Hermione must have been grinning impishly by this point, the laughter she
was repressing clearly evident in her voice. “Ah... now we’re getting
somewhere.”

“B-b-but Harry!” protesNeviNeville, who sounded as though he were about to
keel over in a dead faint, “Wh- wha- what about- what about-”

Apparently Neville was so flummoxed by the sight of a practically naked
Hermione in Harry’s strong embrace that he had completely failed to notice the
large lump in the bedspread that told of Ginny’s location. She decided that
since the poor boy seemed on the verge of a panic attack, that it would be best
to reveal her presence. In doing so she wiggled up and poked her head and
shoulders out from underneath the covers, “Is there something wrong, Neville?”

Neville remained motionless where he was standing, staring at Ginny with
wide eyes and a gaping mouth. For a few seconds he looked from Ginny (who had
clearly been busy beneath the sheets if her glistening lips, cheeks and chin
were any indication) to Harry (who was smirking in the smug manner of a Kneazle
that had just eaten not one, but two, canaries) to Hermione (who was sitting
between them with a rosy flush to her sweaty skin and the look of a well
satisfied woman) and back again. Then he did the only reasonable thing he could
think of.

He fainted.

“Congratulations, Gin,” said Harry, peering over Hermione’s shoulder and
over the edge of the bed toward the floor, “you’ve accomplished Snape’s goal in
life. You just killed Neville.”

***

Harry was sitting in his bed, wearing only his pyjama bottoms, which Ginny
had dug up from somewhere beneath the sheets. She was lying next to him in her
dark blue nightdress with an arm swung around his waist, stroking his stomach
with her fingers. All told it would have been a wonderful moment on any other
day, but right now Harry was wondering what he had ever done in his previous
lives to deserve such bad karma.

They had managed, with an audience comprising of Dean, Seamus, Carmen (who
was looking for Ginny), Lavender (who was looking for Hermione) and Moira (who
was looking for Seamus for some reason best not to contemplate), to revive
Neville. Fortunately everyone was too amused by his fainting spell to ask what
Ginny and Hermione were doing in Harry’s bed. Unfortunately this immediately
became their primary question when the newly awake Neville sputtered the reason
for his passing out.

~Almost reminded me of the scene my
family made when they walked in on us that first time~ remarked Ginny,
sensing his train of thought.

Not half as loud though, fortunately,
he agreed. And at least this time you had
your clothes on.

After eventually sorting things out and providing the excuse that it wasn’t
what they thought, the other students had dutifully filed out the dormitory to
leave them in peace. Hermione had remained for several minutes to regain her
composure, and straighten out her very rumpled negligee, before heading out and
making her way to the sixth-year girls’ dormitory in order to clean up and
change for breakfast. Fortunately it was a Saturday.

“Harry?”

“Hmm?”

Ginny shifted until she was lying on her side with both arms around his
waist, her chin resting on his chest. Comfortable with the position, she asked
curiously, “If your eyes were closed, how did you know it was Hermione and not
me you were holding?”

Harry paused, considering whether or not to tell the truth. He had seen
Ginny’s temper flare up on several occasions and most certainly did not want to
be on the receiving end. In the end though he decided to come clean. “You made
love to her yourself this morning. You must have noticed… uh… her…” Harry
coughed lightly. He cleared his throat and tried to fight the blush rising up
to his cheeks as his said it in a rush, “Her pubic hair.”

“Well, hers is curlier than mine and… oh…” Ginny trailed off and turned a
fetching shade of red. After a few minutes, just lying next to each other,
Ginny looked at him with a mischievous smile and asked, “So which do you
prefer? Hermione’s or mine?”

“I don’t know,” he replied, pretending to think about it. Harry knew what
she was leading to. While she had been kind enough to pleasure him with her
mouth during the night, Ginny was the only one of the three that had not found
any relief during this little adventure. Harry looked down at her, her chin
propped on his chest, and said in a teasing voice, “I think I need to compare
notes.”

Ginny gasped when he suddenly rolled over her, pinning her underneath him,
and tenderly kissed her lips.

“Thank you. I need this so badly,” she whispered as Harry began to trace
kisses down the length of her neck. Ginny moaned in pleasure when he nibbled on
one of her earlobes, biting down playfully on the soft flesh. Soon she was
practically melting as he slowly kissed her mouth, cheeks, neck, shoulders,
collarbone and her chest.

It must have been a delicious agony for her, since Harry deliberately
ignored any skin that was covered by her nightdress. His kisses were
supplemented by his hands, which he also mercilessly teased her with. Feather
light touches on her belly, sides, thighs, jaw and neck, but never on the areas
she would have liked him to touch.

When Ginny was beginning to whimper, trying to push herself against him to
force contact, Harry decided to take pity on her before any tears of
frustration appeared. He cupped her breasts, one in each hand and elicited a
surprised gasp from Ginny when the rough skin of his palms brushed over her
stiff nipples, which were pressing painful hard against the fabric of her
nightdress.

Harry knew her breasts were remarkably sensitive and even through her
clothes the contact would be driving her wild, which it was. He leaned over her
shivering body, massaging and kneading her breasts as he kissed at her throat.
He loved the way she felt under him, the way her breasts pushed up and filled
his hands. He whispered this in her ear before reaching up and sliding her
nightgown from her shoulders, “I love how your breasts feel just right in my
hands. A perfect fit.”

“Harry! Yes!”

He smiled around the nipple he was suckling, pleased by her response. Ginny
grabbed his head with both hands and held him to her panting chest. Harry
didn’t protest, he wouldn’t have moved from where he was for all the Butterbeer
in England. He continued his worship of Ginny’s soft yet firm globes with
gusto. Straining against her firm hold he managed to shift to one side and
lavish equal consideration on her other breast, which he did not want to feel left
out.

“Harry!” moaned the young woman as he carefully chewed her rigid nipple
between his teeth.

Getting close, lover? Harry asked
with a crafty grin, switching back to her other breast.

~Don’t stop! Don’t stop!~ she
replied almost frantically. ~Feels so
good...~

Ginny giggled when he tickled at her ribs with his hands. When one of those
hands moved down to her eager sex she gasped and clenched her fingers in his
hair. A soft moan escaped her lips as he slowly began stroked his fingers
across her wet folds, taunting her with a maddeningly slow pace. Ginny bucked
her hips against him, urging him to hurry up until he finally slid his fingers
between her inner lips and edged his way inside of her.

“Oh....” she breathed as he pushed into her, “Harry... yesssss...”

Harry, just as eager to give her pleasure as she was to receive it, rotated
his finger as he leisurely stroked back and forth. His free hand was caressing
her toned belly and he felt her muscles ripple beneath his fingers when he slid
a second digit into her. He continued to suck at her breasts, switching from
one to the other as he skilfully worked his hand between her legs. They had
spent many hours over the summer learning how to please each other and Harry
was making full use of everything he had learned.

Ginny’s pleasure was becoming more vocal as their lovemaking wore on. Gasps
and moans of gratification were growing in volume with each passing moment.
Harry could feel her heart beating rapidly within her chest as he nibbled at
her breasts. Her breaths were coming in short pants when it happened.

For an instant that stretched into long seconds, Ginny’s body arched high
against him and ly tly threw Harry from his place over her. She jerked and
shuddered as her climax rolled over and through her, her hands clawing at his
back and her long legs wrapping around his waist and squeezing painfully. Her
head was thrown back and, though he couldn’t see her expression from where he
was kissing her now tender mounds, Harry knew she was deep in the throes of
ecstasy as she screamed even loud than Hermione had.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god! Harry!”

Then, like a passing summer shower, it was over. Ginny slumped on the bed,
her entire body limp and spent from her exertions. Waiting for her breathing to
slowly return to normal, Harry gently slid his fingers from where they were
buried inside her. Ginny’s eyes were slightly glazed and a tad unfocused, but
she watched avidly as he brought his hand to his mouth and suggestively licked
her glistening juices from his fingers.

“Oh god,” she moaned breathlessly, shaking her head in wonder.

“That good, huh?” he asked as he rolled onto his side, next to her, and
cuddled up to her exhausted body. He was grinning broadly, pleased with himself
for satisfying her so completely. For the moment anyway. Another thing he had
learnt over the summer was that Ginny was insatiable.

She looked at him with a content smile. Her sweat-soaked hair was plastered
to her face in such an enticing manner that Harry began wondering if they would
ever escape the confines of his dormitory today. He wanted her so badly, and
the hungry gleam in Ginny’s eyes clearly had nothing to do with food.

“So,” she asked, “how did your comparative study turn out?”

“I think I need to take more notes,” he told her, kissing the tip of her
nose. He would have continued, and Ginny seemed very eager to let him, but a
familiar voice interrupted before anything more than that single kiss could
take place.

“Hey you two, what’s taking so long?” called Hermione from the doorway, sounding
very cheerful and icidecidedly better spirits than she had been in the previous
night. She stuck her head in the room and implored them, “Hurry it up will you,
I’m famished!”

“After last night and this morning,” Ginny groaned, sitting up, “I’m not
surprised. All that exercise.”

Harry laughed and threw back the bedcovers. Fortunately they had closed the
curtains around the bed and fixed them with an Immoveable Charm. Nobody could
walk in on them this time round. “She at least has the excuse of not having had
a late night snack and then an early morningble…ble…”

Ginny smirked at him and ran her hand over the tented front of his pyjamas,
“Well then perhaps she can join us again tonight and let me treat her to a
taste of my favourite snack.”

“Ron had better be in one hell of a good mood when he wakes up.”

 

TBC...