Who Knew?
It was dark. Very dark. So dark you couldn't see your nose in front of your face. Okay, so maybe you can't see it anyway. Who cares. The ever-popular Marauder's Map displayed four figures walking in a bunch from Gryffindor to the Prefect Boys' Bathroom. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were all young, innocent teens… and yep, you guessed it, they were horny. They were on their way to the hot, steamy bathtubs to have themselves a little fun. Wink wink. Bet you can't guess what that means…
Although the Marauder's Map reveals all, in truth, the foursome (no, we didn't use that term by accident, if you catch my drift) were all well hidden under Harry Potter's Invisibility cloak, trying, as best they could, to keep their hands off each other… for the time being at least. Some weren't doing too good a job of this, however. "OUCH! Ron, that was my ARM, not my boob!" Ron mumbled an embarrassed apology, while the other two sniggered. "Oh, shut up, you know you're dying to do the same Harry," Ron said, turning bright red, though no one could see it in the dark. After a great deal of startled yelps and twice as many shushes, they finally reached the door to the password-protected bathrooms. "Are you sure no one is inside?" Ginny asked nervously, grabbing Harry's arm. "Don't worry, honey. I've been here over a thousand times, and it's always empty," he replied reassuringly, gently stroking her hair. "Ron, why can't you stroke MY hair like that?" Hermione whimpered jealously. "Because your hair is too bushy," Ron retorted, receiving a smack in the face in turn. "What I say??" he slurred, as the others laughed hysterically.
Approaching the door, Harry whispered the oh-so-appropriate-for-this-occasion password: "sex pistols". The others looked at him questioningly. "What? I didn't make it up!" They entered cautiously, glancing carefully around. When they were sure there was no one else within, Hermione put a special locking charm on the door, enabling it to only be opened from within. Harry walked over to the bath jets and expertly turned on just the right ones to create a lovely aroma and soft pink glow in the room. The boys stripped down to their knickers, jumped in the water, and looked at the girls expectantly. Ginny and Hermione giggled shyly and blushed. Ron rolled his eyes. "Women," he muttered under his breath. "I heard that, Ronald!" Hermione said in an accusing tone. Ron rolled his eyes again and slipped underwater, as Harry pulled Ginny in fully clothed and begin to vigorously kiss every part of her body. Hermione got the hint and jumped in causing Ron to start and come above water. The girls stripped down to nothing as the guys took off their knickers.
I supposed you can imagine what happened next. For one thing, water went everywhere. Also, when the bath jets finally turned off, the bathroom, rather than becoming colder, continued to grow steamier. The air was not only full of steam, but also of the sounds of moaning and soft screaming coming from the water. I won't go into detail on what exactly was said; I'll let you guess that part yourself. I will tell you, though, that it was very lucky for the four of them that no teacher happened by the door, as such things were being said as to make even Professor Snape blush. When the fun finally ended - more out of fear of being heard then desire to stop - Hermione conjured up a floating trellis on the surface of the bathwater, and they all clambered onto it to sleep. Harry and Ginny went to one side, where he affectionately wrapped her body in the vines so to keep her from getting cold, put his arm around her waist, pulled her close, kissed her hair, and they both went to sleep. Ron and Hermione got the other half, which proved to be a far less romantic spot. Rather than tucking her in, Ron rolled onto his side and began snoring loudly. Hermione put a silencing charm on him, crawled to a small corner of their side - the only space Ron's big feet hadn't taken up - curled up into a ball, and went to sleep.
The rest is up to you, my friend. I know, cheap, cruddy ending to such a…erm… captivating story. But hey, it's late, it's dark… and I have a boy of my own ;)
our compliments to nancy n lissa, two talented and bored emerging authors