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'Harry!' Harry twitched in his sleep. 'HARRY!' Suddenly he was awake. "Huh?" A muffled thumping noise came through the wall. Now that he was a prefect he had his own room, small though it was, and the thumping came from Ron's room next door. 'HARRY!' That sounded like Ron in trouble. Which was odd, since it was usually Harry getting into trouble, and Ron making not very helpful quips from the sidelines. Harry climbed out of bed and padded out into the hall. Ron had the 'do not disturb on pain of death' sock hanging from the handle. "Uh oh, this can't be good." Harry muttered to himself and carefully opened the door. Peering around, his eyes went wide then slammed shut. "Oh my God, Ron!" Ron and Hermione were shagging. Rather enthusiastically. "Harry, thank God. Get in here and shut the door." Harry noticed that Ron didn't miss a beat. Or thrust. Or... "You're joking?" "Look, I cast a bloody charm so I wouldn't come until Hermione did. Only 'mione didn't come at all, and now I can't get the damn thing to stop. We're rubbed raw and can't reach our wands." "Oh for fuck's sake!" Hermione yelled. "Would you just do finite incantatem, Harry?" Harry did, and Ron's scream, as he came, almost cracked the window.
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