Harry and Ginny

Bad study day

I was starting my sixth day of my seventh month of my seventh year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. I was going to meat up with Harry for my daily defense against the dark arts private lesson, we didn't want professor Snape walking in on us while he was teaching me (and it is a bit wierd for a Gryffindore to be tutoring a Huffulpuff), so every day, when classes end we would meat Infront of the portrait on the third floor think "we need somewhere to practice" wile walking past the empty wall three times and a door would appear, leading to a room full of everything harry needed to teach me. Today it was equipped with a rather big couch, and nothing else. I put my bag and books down on the floor and took of my robes, underneath I was wearing my usual jeans and t-shirt with some sort of fun quote on it. Harry walked to the other end of the couch and did the same, he was wearing his usual worn jeans and shirt with two buttons undone at the top and his tie loosely tied round his neck. It was just like every other day, except it wasn't. There was something different, about Harry, I looked at him and noticed how hot he was, with his strong chest visible through his wight t-shirt, black hair all messy and crooked and his hight, I never noticed how much taller than me he was. He had a sense of power about him today, I liked it. He noticed me staring at him and said

"has someone drawn a giant cock on my face or do u stare at me all the time and I just never noticed?"

I looked at my feel and blushed with embarrassment and surprised and his cocky answer. He noticed this and suggested we start the lesson. He sat down on one end of the couch and I sat on the other. He then got up and started speaking again.

"Today we are going to practice something special, first I will demonstrate, pleas sit in the middle of the couch with your arms spread out along the back."

I reluctantly did so, hoping what he was going to do wouldn't hurt. He seamed to have noticed because he then said:

"Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit".

What he did next was very surprising, he threw his wand down next to his bag and walked towards me, he placed each of his hands on mine, pinning me down and then his legs on either side of mine sitting on my lap and straddling me. From there he placed his lips on mine for a wile, me, being pleasantly surprised by him enjoyed it for a second, but found that I didn't kiss back. We sat there for a moment looking each other in the eyes when I smelt it, clear on his breath, I smelt butterbear, HE WAS DRUNK! Ashamed that I let this happen I pushed him off me, gathered my things and stormed off. On the way back to the Huffulpuff common room I corrected myself, it wasn't a sense of power I sensed, it was a sense of tirany.