Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, we would either have some very sickened eight year olds with a LOT of questions…or it would never be read.

A/N: This is my very first Harry Potter fic. If you don't like it…that's ok…opinions are just fine with me. I am however warning you right now there will be some slash, and it is NOT a fic for the sweet or innocent. You have been warned, so please no flames. Other than that enjoy my dears. If you like it please review, it's where I get my inspiration to keep writing.

Harry pulled up his pants and patted Cho on the head.

"You can go now," he said zipping up.

Cho got up off of her knees and walked slowly to the door of Snape's office. She opened the door and peeked into the dark dungeons. She slipped out of the door and Harry could hear those hideous shoes she wore tap tapping for a few seconds before the sound faded away. He smiled to himself. Oh he had made quite the mess here. And he was not going to clean it up. This was all for Snape to find. Boy was Cho good at what she did. Harry hadn't had a time like that since they had done the same thing in Flitwick's classroom. He looked again at the mess he had made, smiled to himself and walked quickly out of the dungeons.

"Harry where have you been?"

Damn, Harry thought to himself, here's this fuzzy headed bitch again. I swear if I didn't need her answers in Transfiguration I'd slap her from here to next week. I would swear she was the Petunia woman sometimes.

"Hey Hermione," he said turning around and plastering a smile on his face. She tapped her foot at him. "I've been around is all. Just around."

"Harry if you and Cho have been doing… that again in the teachers' private areas I SWEAR…" she began.

"It's not like you to swear Hermione dear. Are you feeling well?" he asked feeling her head. "Maybe you should lie down."

"Harry if you get caught…" she began again.

"Oh they know exactly who's doing it. Come on Herms do you really think they're going to kill their Golden Boy's reputation?"

"I hate it when you call me Herms," she mumbled.

I hate it when you talk to me in general, he thought. "Sorry Herms, gotta run. I'll see you in Transfiguration," he said walking toward the Great Hall. He needed a nice big lunch after what Cho had just done to him.

After lunch

"Bisbiglio," Harry said, standing in front of the fat lady. She giggled at him and then batted her eyelashes. "Do I have the wrong password again," he asked smiling up at her?

"Well you did…but I'll let it slide. Just this once," she said giggling down at him again.

Please you've been letting it slide for months not you fat sack of crap. What a pathetic- "Thanks for that. I'll be sure to find out the password before I come back next time." He winked at her, and she blushed before swinging open. Hah even paint can't resist The Potter, he thought as he entered the common room. He looked around and caught sight of Ginny. He smiled and winked at her. (Smile and wink, she thought, that means Trelawney's office in two and a half hours I am sooooo skipping potions for that tongue.) He sat down on the couch next to Ron.

"Hey Ron," he said, slapping his friend on the back.

"Look Harry…we need to talk."

"Oh Ron you don't look so good. Maybe we should postpone?" Plus I have a little something to do with Parvati in about 2 minutes.

"No, no, Harry I have to get this off of my chest."

"Well then go ahead Ronny." Just make it quick bitch I have to get to the Room of Requirement in five minutes at the latest. And the smell of Ho…shit I mean Cho is still on me.

"Please don't call me Ronny. Anyway, I want to talk to you about Ginny." Harry raised one eyebrow. "I don't like what you're doing with her. I mean, she is my little sister and all Harry, and you treat her like a common whore… I just don't like the fact that you're…doing that with my little sister. Not to mention half the other girls in the school," he said looking away.

"Look Ronny, I like Ginny. Ginny likes me. We're doing nothing but having a bit of good fun, and if you don't like it… well you had bloody well better get over it because I don't care. I've got to jet thought Ron. I have a little meeting with Parvati," he said smirking.

"Harry I…"

"Ronny I don't care. You don't like it, you don't like it, but I'm not going to pacify this insanity. I'm going to meet Parvati, and then I'm going to meet Ginny, and you're hopefully going to let this go." He got up and walked to the dorm he shared with four other young men. Plus we all know why you don't like it Ron. I've seen the way you look at me. He quickly washed his face, and changed into a new set of robes that didn't smell like straight sex, and walked back to the common room. Ron was already gone, which was just as well because Harry didn't particularly want to see his best friend at the moment. Nothing like a "heart to heart" to kill a boner.

Transfiguration

"Hey Ron," Harry said walking into McGonagall's classroom.

"I thought we discussed you and my sister Harry," he said looking forward instead of at Harry.

"And I thought I told you I didn't care what you thought. If Ginny didn't want me to bang her brains out once every few days she would speak up, now wouldn't she?"

"Please don't talk about her that way Harry."

"You know she's addicted to the Golden Boy's Golden Lovin, Ron. It's not like she can help it. I mean come on Ron…you don't think I see the way you look at me? I'm like crack Ron. You may as well face it now."

Ron blushed slightly before returning his freckled nose to his notebook and(unbeknownst to Harry) continued writing about the dream he had had just the night before about Harry banging his brains out. Harry was right. He was like some kind of addictive drug. One look and you were hooked on him.

Hermione was just a little ways away from the pair and was watching Harry very intently. What am I going to do about him? Ever since the whole "Harry Potter kills Voldermort" thing he's been completely out of hand. Holy hell were those hands of his good. I mean the way the moved to exactly the right spot at exactly the right time never ceased to amaze her. Oh and that time in Dumbledore's office when he did that tongue thing, she shivered as she thought about it. That is besides the point, she chided herself. The point is Mr. Potter has gotten out of line. I mean the way he talks to people. He's a regular Malfoy these days. Malfoy, she thought triumphantly, that's it. I'll go to Malfoy.

Harry looked down at the note that had just landed on his desk. Great, Hermione's writing. She was a good lay, but this was going a little far wasn't it? Passing notes in class. He sighed as he unfolded the note and flattened it onto the desk. Meet me in Hagrid's office tonight at midnight. So that's what the little wench was after. Who am I to turn down a girl's jolly good time. She got caught in the love trap again. The poor girl, she probably doesn't even know it. He folded up the letter and looked at his watch. It was the last class of the day, then dinner, and then off to bed. Later he would slip into his invisibility cloak and sneak to Hagrid's cottage. The half-giant is, after all, away on some business for Dumbledore. I wish that man would grow some balls and tell Dumbledore no sometimes. But that's beside the point. Because tonight he and Hermione were going to have quite a bit of fun. Despite her bookish and annoying nature, she was quite a metaphorical handful in the proverbial sack. He turned to Hermione and winked. She smiled back at him. If only…if only Mr. Potter knew what he was getting himself into.

A/N: OK it's short. Please don't be to angry guys. It's my set-up chapter. More is to come very shortly. So please no one push me into the flaming pit that used to be computer and all my Harry potter books. Please, I beg you to spare me. The next chapter will be longer, tis a promise, for the next chapter will have more to put in it. Anyway guys please review, like I said it really keeps me writing. Until the next time MUAH. Peas