Interhouse Relations

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all the characters are property of J.K. Rowling and whomever else has a finger in the huge franchise. I do not. I make no money nor do I claim any ownership of the people, places, and things (unless I make them up as we go). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment.

Warning: This chapter contains scenes with course language, nudity, and explicit sexuality. This chapter contains slash. Reader discretion is advised.


Harry stood in the door of the cupboard, light streaming in behind him. He was a black silhouette with glowing eyes, as the candlelight reflected off his glasses. The Gryffindor wizard looked both beautiful and dangerous. Harry had a sleek body, fuller now then during the summer when those dreadful Dursleys practically starved him. Just by his shadowy form, Hermione could tell he was becoming a man. She closed her mouth and wiped away the bit of drool from her chin.

Draco’s eyes went from the large ovals of shock to the narrow slits of superiority as he took in Harry’s masculine form. A flash of desire burned in his grey eyes, almost setting the boy before him ablaze with the scorching look. He grabbed the lapels of Harry’s shirt and dragged him inside. Harry’s arms flailed about as Draco smashed his lips to his.

Taking in the heated sight, Hermione’s mouth fell open again. She suddenly felt very warm. Harry, her best friend, The Boy Who Lived, her paragon of virtue and bravery was macking hard on the demon seed of Lucius Malfoy, and Merlin help her, it was sooo hot. A confused little moan escaped from between her lips. Her hands shot up to her mouth in fright. If they caught her spying…

Draco pulled away from Harry and gave him a hard shove. “Get off me, Potter,” Draco ordered. “One would think you are a sex starved cretin.”

“What?” Harry sputtered. “You’re the one who jumped me!”

Draco waved his hand and clicked his tongue. “It’s about time you showed up. I’ve been waiting ages.”

Hermione snorted in derision. Her heart stopped when both boys looked in her direction.

“What was that?” asked Draco with a trembling voice.

Harry scanned the area, but grabbed Draco’s hand as the blonde teen began to back away. “Don’t be such a girl, Malfoy. It’s not like it’s Voldemort back there.”

Flinching away from Harry’s grasp, Draco gave a short yelp. “Don’t say his name, you daft bugger!” he hissed.

“Are you scared, Malfoy?” Harry persisted with a bemused expression. Running his hand through his messy hair, Harry hesitantly advanced on Draco, who backed up against the wall. “Or maybe it is Voldemort. Maybe Voldemort has come to watch you turn me into your sex slave. Is that what you’re going on with?”

Trying desperately to control her giggles, Hermione watched Draco flinch and whine with each utterance of the Dark Lord’s name. The Slytherin wizard was pressed back against the wall. Hermione couldn’t decide if she wanted to see more of the torture Harry was causing his rival, or if she wanted to watch the two boys kiss again. Seeing Draco so utterly terrified and helpless was satisfying, but she realized that she would get more out of watching them shag.

Harry was right in front of Draco, leaning close, but not touching. Each time Harry would lean closer, his lips scant millimetres from Draco’s skin, he would pull back again. It was easy to see Draco’s fear was changing to lust.

“What… what are you on about, Potter?” Draco panted. His hands left the wall and tangled in Harry’s black hair and kept him from moving away. The blonde teen jammed his lips to Harry’s and plundered his mouth. “I like your idea of you being my sex slave, though.”

Harry groaned into Draco’s mouth and pressed his body against the other boy’s. Their hips bucked as two erect pricks rubbed together. “What’s your scheme, Malfoy? What’s this all about?”

“Sex,” sighed Draco, not letting Harry go. He clung to the Gryffindor tightly, his leg wrapped around Harry’s, immobilizing him. “You. Me. Hot, slippery sex. Merlin, I’ve wanted you so much all day. All I could think about was tasting you, feeling you, fucking you.”

Hermione shuddered. Draco may have been a nasty little toerag, but he knew just what to say. As she watched the boys kiss and grapple together, she couldn’t fight the need to slip her tiny hand into her knickers. The wetness was building between her legs. If the boys didn’t hurry things along, she would have to hex them.

With a two fisted yank, Harry ripped Draco’s shirt open. The buttons flew all over. One hit Hermione in the head. She let out a yip of pain and rubbed the red knot. Her hand fell at the sight of Draco’s pale chest. It gleamed even in the dark room. Harry kissed his body.

“What about the potion?” asked Harry as he knelt before Draco. His hand caressed the Slytherin’s pale chest and abdomen. “How did you spike my tart?”

“Huh?” Draco answered intelligently. Harry was making it exceedingly difficult to think. It didn’t help when his hand dove into Draco’s pants and pulled out a cock so hard it could dent steel. “Your tart? Granger?”

“Hey!” Hermione protested. Luckily she hadn’t spoken too loudly and Draco had moaned at just that moment. Even when he was delirious with desire, Draco still managed to insult.

“Don’t talk about Hermione like that,” warned Harry, his eyes growing dark. He stood, rising to his feet before Draco. All of a sudden, it seemed Harry didn’t want to be there.

“What are you doing, Harry?” Hermione whispered to herself desperately. The young woman had long ago learned to ignore anything Draco or the other Slytherins had to say about her. Even Ron managed to let the insults and put downs directed her way go by unheeded. Harry though, he still took it all personally. A piece of her heart purred in delight. Harry was her knight in shining armour, defender of her honour, attacker of trolls and mean spirited ferret-boys. But damn, couldn’t he just get back on his knees already?

“What are you doing, Harry?” Draco cursed anxiously. He was perplexed. “Get down there and finish stripping me!”

“Apologize,” Harry demanded.

“Apologize?” thought Hermione. “I’m not even here. Sort of.”

“Apologize?” cried Draco. “The mud… Granger isn’t even here.” The two teens stared at each other stubbornly. Draco crossed his arms and tried to lean back arrogantly. He squirmed under Harry’s intense, unwavering gaze. “Fine,” the Slytherin relented. “I’m sorry I insulted Granger. How the Hell did we get on his anyway? I thought we were going to have some fun.”

Harry tried to stay defiant as Draco began to kiss his neck. Long fingers slowly began to unfasten the buttons of Harry’s shirt, exposing the smooth chest beneath. Harry gulped at his losing battle. Draco was just too damn sexy. The piercing grey eyes and smooth pale skin, the blonde hair, soft against the skin, and the delicate yet commanding touch of Draco Malfoy were just so hard to ignore. The boy certainly had the art of seduction mastered. When Draco’s cool fingers slid inexorably down into Harry’s trousers and wrapped around Harry’s swelling prick, the battle was practically over and Harry had lost. Only the terms of surrender needed finalizing.

“You’re going to stop mouthing off about Hermione, understand Malfoy? Start treating her with the respect she deserves or we’re through.”

Draco looked at Harry like he had three heads.

Hermione slowly closed her mouth that had fallen open on Harry’s ultimatum. She smiled brightly, the admiration for her friend soaring inside her.

“What makes you think there is anything between you and I, Potter, that would make me care?” Draco asked shrewdly. It was a good question. They were bitter enemies after all.

Grabbing the back of Draco’s neck, Harry pulled him into a deep kiss. Their mouths caressed, their lips sucked, and their tongues grappled. All three teens moaned. When Harry let Draco go, they both panted hard.

“That all you got, Potter?” Draco asked. His aloof query was totally destroyed by the desire in his eyes and his hopeful tone.

“Imagine what I can do to your cock,” Harry said with a wink.

“Oh, I am!” Hermione whispered longingly. She had no idea Harry could be so sexy. Her heart fluttered wildly. “And my clit, too.”

“Get on with it then,” ordered Draco.

“Promise?”

“No,” Draco scoffed.

“Then no. see ya.”

Harry made for the door. Hermione was shocked. Her best friend was going to give up some very hot sex. For her! The fact that she didn’t care what Draco said about her didn’t make a difference. What was he playing at? What did it all mean? Running her fingers through her bushy brown hair, Hermione wanted to stand up and tell him to stay and shag Malfoy for goodness sake.

Draco rolled his eyes and let out a sigh of frustration. Harry was being a typical stubborn Gryffindor prat. He was really going to leave. The sly wizard smirked before calling out. “Wait! Blow me as well as you kiss and we have a deal.”

Stopping at the door, his hand on the handle, Harry glanced over his shoulder at the Slytherin wizard. He really didn’t want to leave. This encounter had run around in his mind all day until he was exhausted from just thinking about it. He had slammed into a wall when Draco had insulted Hermione. Why did he have to do that? Harry could take a lot of things. Throw psycho madmen trying to kill him, a greasy git of a Potions Master who gleefully tormented him, and a general populace who one day revered him and the next reviled him and Harry could dismiss it all and still shag Draco senseless. Yet, one insult to his best friend… no, not just his best friend, but Hermione and the green eyed boy was willing to throw it all away. He could have taken it if Ron had been the one being insulted. Hermione was just different.

Harry turned around and leaned against the door. Draco stared back at him with one eyebrow quirked. He seemed so smug. It was time to knock him down a peg. “You first.”

Draco chuckled as he sauntered towards Harry. “Are you playing hard to get? Very good, Potter. You’re learning subtlety.” The blonde teen reached out and grabbed at Harry’s crotch, feeling the hard prick under the clothes. A gleeful sparkle brightened his grey eyes. “If you are playing hard to get, you are definitely playing the ‘hard’ part well. You say you want me to go first, eh? I can do that.”

A quick lunge and Draco was crushing his mouth against the shocked Gryffindor. The Slytherin’s snaking tongue slithered around Harry’s, which made them both moan. They tussled together, hands gripping clothes, tangling in hair, and squeezing flesh. With frantic speed, both boys were naked in short order. Hermione was astonished at the speed with which they managed to strip. It was no wonder Lavender had marvelled at how fast Seamus was able to render her topless. It must be a magical skill boys had.

The passion of the two boys took Hermione’s breath away until her lips turned blue. She could feel their heat all the way across the closet where it attacked her pussy. Her dripping cunt couldn’t extinguish her desire as she watched Draco slip to his knees before Harry. Instead, as the Slytherin began sucking hungrily on the hard cock before him, Hermione’s need for blissful release intensified. “Am I experiencing blue balls?” she wondered, her face twisted in wavering control. She was this close to leaping up and raping the two boys.

The slickness of Draco’s tongue gliding along his cock like butter spinning in the bottom of a hot pan was making it difficult to breathe. Harry choked back a sob, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Looking down at Draco’s lips devouring him stole away what remained of his resolve and Harry willingly gave up his seed, pumping it into Draco’s mouth.

With strong hands, Draco held the shuddering body of the teen before him as he made sure every last drop of cum was his. Draco was showing Harry just how much pleasure there was to have. “You’re mine, Potter,” Draco said smugly, licking his lips. “I guarantee, no one else will give you as much satisfaction as that. Now it is your turn to give me what I want.”

“Aha!” Hermione thought. “Finally, we’ll learn why that slimy ferret drugged Harry.” The young witch leaned forward slightly in anticipation of the answer.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” Harry asked tenuously.

“You, of course,” the Slytherin rejoined with an arrogant leer. “I’ve been waiting a long time to get that arse of yours exactly where I want it. Finally, I’ve got you. On your hands and knees, Potter. I’m going to split you in two. Oh, what a delightful thought. Two of you!”

“What? No! you’re not…”

“Oh, yes I am!”

Draco lunged forward and yanked Harry to him. With a desperate push, Harry tried to get away from the other boy. Surprise and quickness worked as allies for Draco and all of them fell to the floor. They wrestled together, their bodies shining with sweat, rolling and sliding over each other.

With wide, uncertain eyes, Hermione watched the two wizards tussle on the floor. She was glad that the closet was clean. Both boys would be filthy otherwise. She gave herself a quick pat on the back. “What am I doing?” she asked herself. “I need to help Harry.”

She hesitated.

Harry couldn’t help himself and began to laugh. It was a low melodic sound, baritone and filled the small space. It gave Hermione pause. It confused Draco and he stopped his assault. Harry wrapped his arms around his rival’s back and pulled him down for a full, deep kiss. It was quickly joined and again the sounds of lust filled moans rang through their ears. They broke apart and Harry let his head thump against the floor as he looked up into Draco’s eyes. “Do you really want me, Malfoy? This isn’t just some game to you?”

“No games, Potter,” Draco vowed. He kissed Harry again, sucking at his lips. “I don’t know what it is, but ever since last night, I haven’t been able to get my mind off you. It’s funny. The day before, I wanted to hex you into the ground. Now, I want to hex you into my bed. I suppose all the fighting we’ve done over the years just hid the sexual tension, the attraction between us.”

Harry choked out a laugh. “Yeah, maybe. It’s scary, though. I didn’t think I was gay.”

“Something wrong with being gay, Potter?” asked Draco, a warning in his tone.

“No. I just…”

Putting a finger to Harry’s lips, Draco shushed him. “I’m going to show you how good it is to be gay. Now, get on your hands and knees.”

With his reticence gone, Harry complied eagerly. Draco stepped behind him and slapped the skinny bottom of The Boy Who Lived. “Hey!” Harry complained.

“Hay is for horses, Potter,” Draco informed him, slapping him again. “And you’re about to become my stallion. I’m going to ride you hard.” But Draco seemed to be intent on tanning Harry’s hide instead. His slaps became more frequent and harder. Soon, Draco’s hands were a blur as they came down on Harry’s fuchsia coloured ass.

Harry could do naught but whimper and fight back the tears of pain he felt brimming in his eyes. His ass was on fire. It was making his arse ache and tingle, like a thousand tiny pins just barely touching him. Numbness took over from the pain, but the needles kept up the assault until it felt like they were pushing through him. They were poking every nerve in his body and it gave new life to his prick, which twitched and began to grow.

“It’s alive! It’s alive!” Draco cackled as he dropped a wet kiss to Harry’s crimson arse. The wicked teen ran his wet tongue up Harry’s back before suckling at an earlobe. Draco’s dick, long and leaking, slid between the cheeks of the recently reddened ass, resting comfortably. “Tell me what you want, Potter. Tell me what you would like me to do to you.”

With eyes crossed in heated arousal, Harry thrust his ass back, creating a wonderful friction for both wizards. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, clamping his fingers onto erect, red nipples. “Iwantyoutofuckme,” Harry exhaled sharply, his words slurring together.

Draco smiled that sly smile of his, the one where you want to give him a good slap upside the head to wipe that smirk from his face. It just made him too damn sexy and his arrogance allowed him to know it. That boy could be so infuriating. “What was that?” he drawled, his voice like velvet. The sound sent shivers down both Harry and Hermione’s spines.

“He said, he wants you to fuck him!” Hermione wanted to scream. She never knew how torturous Draco could be. Sure, he liked to torment and taunt everyone equally, well, perhaps some more than others, but what he was doing to Harry bordered on cruel and unusual. Heck, it was difficult for Hermione to handle and she was only watching. The way her body yearned to be touched as Draco touched Harry, or kissed the way Harry kissed Draco was driving her mad. And if her lust didn’t drive her mad, her sodden knickers rubbing against her pussy surely would.

“Fuck me, Malfoy!” Harry screamed.

“Yes!” Hermione thought triumphantly, pumping her fist at her side in victory. “It’s about bloody time.”

“As you wish,” replied Draco silkily. The Slytherin stepped back from Harry and rummaged through the pile of clothes on the floor until he found a wand. It turned out to be Harry’s. Giving it an appraising eye, Draco raised the phoenix tail core and gave it a flick. “Lubricous!” he shouted and then screamed out in surprise. Copious amounts of lubrication dripped off his prick. “Holy shit, Potter. How the Hell do you control this much power?”

Hermione had to shove both hands over her mouth to stifle her giggles at the sight of Draco and his slimy, slippery trouser snake.

Looking over his shoulder, Harry snorted in amusement. “I think that should be enough, Malfoy. We don’t want to overdue it, now do we.”

“Hardy har har, Harry,” Draco sneered sarcastically. “We’ll see just how much I overdo things when I get into you. I’m not going to be gentle now.” Putting his hand over his gelatinous cock, Draco scooped a large handful of lubricant off and smacked it onto Harry’s ass. The black haired boy hissed in shock as the cold substance was smeared over his backside, and arched his back away from Draco. Undeterred, Draco ran skilled fingers over Harry’s skin and worked the slippery substance into his puckered hole. Harry closed his eyes and pushed his butt higher, giving Draco better access. The blonde smirked his arrogant smirk, the one that Hermione begged to slap away. Why did he have to be so conceited? He shoved a finger into Harry suddenly. Harry’s eyes popped open and he grunted in discomfort.

“Merlin, you’re tight, Harry,” Draco commented as he twisted his finger inside the boy on the floor. “I’m going to enjoy taking you.”

“Do it then,” Hermione said in exasperation. Realization shook her and she slapped her hands over her mouth. When neither boy made a reaction to her comment, she relaxed slightly. Harry had said the exact same thing at the exact same time. She smiled a relieved smile.

Acting upon Harry’s demand, Draco aimed his dick at Harry and shot forward like a cannon, ramming into him, infiltrating the virgin ass with a surprise assault.

Harry grunted out in pain.

Draco groaned out in pleasure.

Hermione gasped out in awe.

True to his word, Draco began a torrid attack on Harry’s arse. His long, perfectly manicured fingers gripped his hips, pressing into the golden flesh. It was sure to leave bruises. Hermione found herself jealous. She longed to be filled, to be taken and pleasured. The two boys moved against each other furiously. Their bodies smacked together, the slapping of their flesh like thunderclaps within the small closet. Harry’s head was being tossed from side to side as he thrust backward into Draco. Hermione had never seen him so uninhibited, so free. He was always so reserved. A small pang of jealousy squeezed her heart. Why was Draco able to bring out that side of Harry? Why not her?

“Oh Merlin, Harry,” Draco groaned loudly. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum and fill your arse up. Oh, fuck yes!” The shuddering teen thrust his hips hard into Harry and threw back his head like a wolf baying at the moon. It wasn’t the moon he hollered for, however. It was Harry he cried for. Harry was his Nirvana.

Spent, exhausted and weak, Draco collapsed on Harry’s back and kissed his lover’s neck and shoulders tenderly. Running his tongue over Harry’s sweat beaded skin, Draco reached around and grasped the hard cock throbbing between his steed’s legs. Harry groaned out at the intimate touch and began bucking wildly forwards and back. Green eyes clenched tightly closed while red swollen lips gaped open, expelling harsh, ragged breaths. His body tightened and stilled, going rigid. He was like a statue for several seconds that seemed to last an eternity, before he let out a trembling gasp, a whisper of air from his lungs, and cum spurted from his cock and splattered over the floor.

“I just cleaned this place!” Hermione thought in exasperation, momentarily forgetting her arousal. It was just like a woman to get her priorities skewed. Ron would be disgusted with her for that.

With a small amount of effort, the blonde wizard tried to pull his softening prick from the tight maw of Harry’s ass, but winced in discomfort when extracting himself proved difficult. “Merlin, your arse is tight. Let go, damn it!”

Harry chuckled tiredly. “Maybe I like where you are, Malfoy.” Even though he was still on his hands and knees, Harry wiggled his butt, pulling Draco unwillingly with him.

“Harry, fuck! You’re going to rip my prick off, you dick!”

Lowering to his belly, Harry unclenched his buttocks and Draco finally, gratefully pulled free. Quickly, he looked down at his soft penis and reverentially inspected it. Once satisfied the appendage was still intact, the offended boy smacked Harry on the shoulder. “Bitch!” he cried. “That hurt.”

“Want me to kiss it better?” winked Harry playfully.

Draco slid next to Harry and they shared a soft kiss or four. They fell into a sated silence as they held each other. After several minutes, Harry turned and kissed Draco again, before sitting up to collect their clothes.

“You going so soon?” The disappointment was palpable in his voice.

Harry grabbed his wand and murmured a gentle cleaning charm that washed away the sweat and cum from their bodies. They were squeaky clean. The young woman hiding behind the boxes wondered idly if they would squeak for her if she squeezed them. Her imagination liked that idea. She almost squeaked herself as she tweaked a nipple through her blouse.

With a lot on his mind, Harry sat up and stared at the door. A frown crinkled his brow. Things were getting complicated. “Draco?”

“Yes?”

With a helpless, confused shrug, Harry looked at his lover. “How did all this happen?”

“Don’t over analyse this, Harry,” Draco told Harry as he slipped his arm around the Gryffindor’s shoulder. Soft lips slid over his shoulder and Harry closed his eyes at the touch. It was amazing how their violence towards one another had turned into tenderness in so short a time.

Harry locked his green eyes to Draco’s grey. He narrowed his in questioning. “It just happened so fast. It feels like a drug.”

A laughter erupted from the Slytherin’s mouth. He fell onto his back and spread his arms wide. “You know, I was thinking the same thing. Do you realize my father would have a fit if he found out.”

“That mean we keep sneaking around?”

They looked at each other, Draco looking up from the floor. “I don’t know. It would be safer. No one could take it away from us then.”

“You want to keep it just between us then?”

Rolling over to prop himself on his elbow, Draco smiled slyly. “Yes and no. Keeping it between us sounds romantic and shit, a secret just for us. It’s rather thrilling sneaking down here, dodging all my mates and the teachers and every damn ponce to shag you. But I want to shout it out that we’re together too. Screw everyone and their damn notions about us.” Draco sat up and clung to Harry’s shoulders. “I’ve never felt this way before, Harry. I don’t want to hide it.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Harry whispered, with a shake of his head. His life had just taken a turn for the weird. It was like he had just entered…The Twilight Zone. “I need to think about it.”

Draco’s face twisted with angry frustration. “Well think fast, Potter. I don’t wait for anyone, least of all you.”

“Holy mood swing, Batman,” Harry said in wonder. He chuckled at the confused look Draco gave him. The question forming on the blonde wizard’s face made him chuckle even more. “Never mind. You wouldn’t get it anyway. You’re just like a girl though. One minute you’re loving. The next you’re angry.”

Draco slapped him. “How dare you take one out on me!”

Harry grabbed his wrist and yanked him to him. Their chests crushed together as they looked into each other’s eyes. The staring contest lasted several minutes before Draco finally opened his mouth to speak. Harry took that opportunity to move in for a kiss, shoving his tongue into his mouth. Grey eyes rolled back and a heated moan flowed from one mouth to another. Finally Harry pulled away and stood up, gasping for air.

“We need to go,” Harry declared.

“Fine,” spat Draco petulantly.

They dressed in silence. Harry’s clothes looked like he just fell into a clothes bin. Draco made sure he was finely attired. He shook his head in disgust at Harry’s dishevelled appearance and came over to straighten the wayward boy out. “Take some pride in how you look, Potter. If you plan to be seen with me, you have to look presentable.”

A lopsided smile crossed Harry’s face. “All this is just coming off once I get to bed anyway. Didn’t see the point in setting it right.”

“There’s always a point.”

Considering Draco’s argument, Harry shook his head in disagreement, but kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to argue. Instead, the young man leaned forward and kissed Draco soundly. It was an effective way to keep him quiet. And it seemed to make the blonde happy, if the contented sigh was any indication. Harry smiled lightly.

“I think it’s time to call it a night,” Harry said softly, his forehead pressed against Draco’s.

The Slytherin sighed. “Yes, I suppose you are correct. But don’t think that we are through yet. I have plans for you and I.”

Harry raised his eyebrows in question, but Draco just chuckled mysteriously. With an amused shake of his head, Harry held the door for Draco and ushered him outside the closet. They faced each other, and with one last kiss, Draco strutted away. Slowly, Harry closed the door and leaned back against the wood, looking at the back wall, dark and comforting. The cupboard seemed to embrace him with its shadows and he felt content.

A large, foolish grin overcame him, forcing its way across his lips as he looked around the dark space. Hermione frowned at the expression, wondering what her best friend was thinking. Her heart stopped when Harry opened his mouth and said, “You can come out now, Hermione.”

Author\'s Note: wow, two chapters in a row. too bad they aren\'t necessarily posted quickly. but at least after several sexless chapters, the smut is back. the balance between humour and sex is difficult to maintain. please forgive me if i failed in either. i\'m pretty pleased with the chapter though, so for those of you who don\'t like it, let me know in a constructive manner. maybe i can make things better in other chapters. thanks for your support.

Petalsoft - dumbledore is a very sneaky guy isn\'t he. no one has figured out the real culprit yet. i wonder if they will. now that you have seen what has happened in the closet, you\'ll have to tell me what you think. did the sex live up to the hype? and the heat? was there enough humour? inquiring minds need to know.

Bean - hermione may have been the only one using a clear head because she is the most mature. remember they are all just teenagers and prone to act on their hormones instead of thinking things through. did you really think ron would consider things carefully? i\'m not sure i agree with your assessment that hermione only has brotherly (or should that be sisterly) feelings for harry. i never intended that to be the case as you (hopefully) noticed with this chapter. there is a lot of confusion between the teens on that score. as for ginny, well she may be suspicious, but you\'ll just have to wait for the next chapter to see what she is up to. hang in there.