Hmm, let me think, Harry replied inside his head. Spend another night alone, wanking off to a fictitious look-alike, or imbibe French chardonnay with the object of my fantasies? "Okay."

HA! XD

He sits up on his elbows and regards her expression, trying not to be aroused by her position on her lap. She stiffens, then lifts one leg and slides off of him gently. His body cries Nononononooo! but Harry's relieved that he'll be able to speak now without worrying about such desirable distractions.

Again, HA! I love the comedic elements you've thrown into this, it's wonderful, and the past (and current) relationships. All very believably written. Pansy/Ron, Harry/Ginny (I always saw them getting it on though LOL, so this is new)

"You have long fingers," she comments. "Not like a Leo at all."

I can only imagine her saying that drunk, haha. This is so great so far :D

She gives him a feral, hungry look, and without even looking to aim, her foot finds the edge of the door and kicks it shut with a slam. "Better?" she asks.

MWAHAH. She's saucy and totally sauced. I love it. XD

He blinks and discovers that he really can't see straight. Oh, right. The glasses fog over. Forgot about that. He tosses them carelessly into the main room. There we go.

Dude, I have not stopped laughing. This is awesome.

"The other way!" Harry yells, holding his ears. The neighbours will think he's an obnoxious perv until the next millennium or so.

..."I'll promise to forget I ever saw this," here she waves the plastic DVD case and arches an eyebrow, "if you teach me how to do what they're doing in Chapter Six."

LMAO. LMAO. LMAO. LMAO x's infinity.

Haha, bravo! This was wonderful! I know I copied and pasted 1/2 the fic in to this comment, but holy cow, I would have done more XDDD