DISCLAIMER!!!!!!!
I don't own none of this shit, it belongs to J.K. Rowling, and her enslaved house elves (I'm sorry, ehem, "indentured servants")
"So remind me again why we're doing this." Ginny asks, hands in her pockets and tiredness in her blue eyes.
"Because," I reply quietly, "I've always wanted to see the prefects' bathroom, and you have they key." I smile at her, and she cracks.
"Fine, Luna, but why does it have to be in the middle of the night?"
"So no one will bother us."
"Us?" Ginny's confusion shows itself in the creases of her forehead. I blush. We've known each other for 4 years, and she still has no clue that I'm in