Later, Harry would have no explanation as to why he decided to peer into his room, but it was like a compulsion. And he couldn't speak - only tumble into the mouth of madness with the temptress, both of them clutching her headboard like a furnishing banged loudly against the wall, keeping time with the witch's manic pace. And oh, was he in. His wrist rested on Potter's neck and Draco's thumb brushed over the shell of Potter's ear now and again, as if of its own volition. Tables were spaced for privacy and chairs were plush velvet.
I am not allowed to ask Ginny Weasley to see her 'Chamber of Secrets' because it gets you slapped.
They sipped their coffees and enjoyed their sweets more slowly than dinner. She picked at a few bits of detritus and he swore he could feel the touch on his skin. Had to take the chance. The author would like to thank you for your continued support. She bit her lip when she saw him. Hermione tells me this one is based on a Shakespearean play.