Harry squirmed, trying to decide whether he felt comfortable or uncomfortable. He concluded that he was in fact, feeling quite odd. Something was touching him in private places. Or more accurately, somebody was groping him.
Harry forcefully shook off sleep and opened his eyes.
A mass of bright red hair appeared before him and Harry sighed in relief.
"Ginny?" he asked tentatively, squinting at the blurry image of his girlfriend. After a giggle and a couple of sudden movements, his glasses were pushed on his face, and a smiling Ginny came into focus.
Harry frowned, biting his lips, and studying his girlfriend, who had succeeded to climb on the bed, and was currently straddling him, looking pleased with herself.
Her eyes were just a little too bright and her smile a little too wide.
"You're drunk," Harry stated the obvious.
Ginny cocked her head. "Yes. I admit it, so I should be at least partly forgiven, right?"
Harry couldn't help grinning at her — she was much too adorable, sitting there with her hair dishevelled and with her full lips spreading into a teasing smile. "You had fun then?"
"Oh, yes! Just the girls and me. It was quite the celebration. We got drunk and shagged random guys in the pub."
"Very funny," Harry said, not laughing.
"That's what girls do when they're alone and drinking." Ginny nodded for emphasis.
Harry narrowed his eyes. He knew what this was about. He had been just a bit upset earlier when Ginny informed him she would go down to the pub alone to meet her fellow Harpies. Honestly, he was only worried and a bit miffed because he was hoping that they would spend the evening alone. Preferably on their couch, pretending to watch a movie, and shagging instead. Harry might have said something nasty about pubs and guys, and Ginny said some nasty things in return about whiny boyfriends. But that seemed ancient history now. Harry had stopped feeling angry hours ago. It was just one of those days and they lashed out on each other. When Ginny had left, fuming and slamming the door behind her, his only regret was that they failed to have angry make up sex. That was always worth the arguments. Harry had to make do with his own fantasy and a not quite satisfying wank.
"I ... I didn't think you'll shag random guys in the pub. I was just venting," Harry said quietly, reaching out to stroke the uncharacteristically wild, red hair. She must have been dancing, Harry thought wistfully. He would have liked to see that.
Ginny leaned into the touch with an unexpected purr that sent a jolt of pleasure through Harry's body, making his cock harden instantly.
"Just one more word and I'll make it worth your while," Ginny said in a singsong voice, her eyes twinkling at Harry.
That was a simple clear request. "Sorry," he said demurely.
Ginny grinned, looking satisfied. She lifted up a little and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it over her thighs, chest and head in one smooth move.
Harry gasped at the sight of pale skin revealed on the moonlight that seeped into the room. But, how ever lovely a sight that made, there was just a bit too much skin to be seen.
"You went outside like this?" he asked weakly, staring at a very naked Ginny.
Ginny giggled. "Of course. Why not?"
"You're joking. Please tell me you're joking."
Ginny burst out laughing, her breasts jumping as she did so, making Harry forget his horror for a second. "Of course I'm joking! Merlin, Harry, you should see your face." Ginny shook her head, trying to control her laughter. "I took off my underwear in the living room." She tapped her nose as if to say, 'See, how sneaky I am?'
"You're no fun when you're drunk." Harry pouted.
Ginny straightened her back and declared haughtily, "Allow me to demonstrate the opposite."
Before Harry had a chance to wonder how, Ginny's hands were already beneath his pyjama top. Harry hissed at the feeling — her hands were cold and ticklish. Harry squirmed underneath her touch, but Ginny didn't retreat. Instead, she leaned down to press her cheek on his chest.
"You're so warm," she murmured.
"I'm sure you meant hot," Harry said much more cockily than he felt.