Harry was just awakening as the sun peaked through the boy's dormitory window. Damn it another day of classes, he thought. He trudged out of bed and heard the other boys groan at the morning. Where is the frickin bathroom in this place, you know it's never mentioned in my damn books. He mumbled complaints as he dressed for his day at Hogwarts. He made his way stumbling down the stairs to the red and gold common room where a few Gryffindors lay incapacitated from last night's quidditch victory bash. It was mostly first years. He laughed inside his head, Stupid kids can't hold their liquor, and they probably won't remember what they did last. On second thought, I can't either. Oh well! I'll find out at breakfast. He stumbled his way over a few more people, who woke up dazed and confused. He stepped on a girl and it was Ginny.
"Hey Harry," she said with half open eyes and a groggy voice.
"Hi Ginny, need help getting up?" he asked with a slight laugh in his voice.
"No, but would you find my shirt for me?" she said with wide eyes and twinkle in her eye.
He held up a purple shirt and a red shirt from near the couch. "Is it one of these?"
"No, it isn't but just hand me the red one. I'll find my real one later."
"I gotta go it's breakfast you know." He said matter-a-factly.
"Yeah, I'm gonna take a shower first. Would you like to join me? You know after that killer time in the closet last night" she said with a giggle.
"Maybe later, Gin, but you know I'm pre-destined by my author to go to breakfast and magically meet up with Ron and Hermione, who I haven't seen leave the common room." He added with a shrug.
He walked out the portrait hole after stumbling over a few more people. It was Saturday, so it didn't really matter much. Where is that damn shower room anyway??? I could use some Ginny lovin right now. Who needs breakfast?? Apparently me. Damn author!!!!!! (thank you, thank you I know I'm evil) Harry walked down the lonely halls cursing the author. He didn't realize he was at the Great Hall until he ran into the big door. Fuck that hurt! Offstage an evil laugh is heard from the author.
Harry plopped himself at his normal seat at his table. Ron was there and so was Hermione, naturally. Ron looked like he just had the worst night of his life, but was happily munching down what was laid in front of him. Yeah, I can tell. I don't even have to ask for the hundredth time if he got laid. Yeah, he hadn't. His younger sis got more action that he did. It's sad really. Maybe I should teach him how to smooth with the ladies. Nah, then I'd have competition. Hahahaha! What am I saying Ron competition, yeah right. I have to make a comment. It's just soooo easy.
"How the ladies treatin ya, Ronnie boy/"
Ron garbled out something between as he ate. No one really cared to decipher it. They all knew he wasn't doing well. They'd all pitch in for his birthday to buy him a whore. They actually had a hidden collection jar that his twin brothers passed around after he left the common room parties. He was sexually repressed and trying to hard. The big thing was he was shy. If he had a girl naked in his room or even near him he'd run, hide, or stare for a really long time. We'd fix that for him.
Hermione, at the moment, was going on about something about schoolwork. Of course, that was all a front. We all she's the innocent schoolgirl. I only know this because she gives into the Harry charm. She's really something. MMMMMMMM Hermione. Sexy legs with a short skirt. Man, it's wonderful being me. Hermoine had finally stopped talking and was eyeing Harry all seductive like. Harry returned the gaze with a smooth nod of the head. She did look killer today in a tight shirt, short skirt, and leather boots.
" I actually got a stare from the whole Great Hall this morning, Harry." She said casually. That was normal. My, my our little Hermione has grown up hasn't she! Ron was staring at her since he was done paying attention to his food. He was also mumbling something incoherently. Yep, I can tell Ron wants her bad. Well I have to have my Hermione lovin first. Ron was starting to drool.
" Pathetic ain't it?" Harry whispered to Hermione.
"I think I can cure him." She said with a wink.
"Really Hermione, would you do that for me? Nothing serious just you know some action from a real lady. It's for a good cause. I mean he is our friend, and friends help each other."
"But first, he eyed her, I need some friendly ummmm, gestures, should I say." He said in his smooth voice.
"Okay meet me in the shower room tonight and I'll fix up Ron later ." Hermione said gleefully.
Shit, Does anyone know where the fucking shower room is????