Ginny had been writing in her journal when she heard Hermione's door creek open across the hall from her. She at first thought that perhaps Hermione was going to the loo, or to get something to drink from the kitchen. She didn’t think much of it and went back to scratching her quill on the small journal. Ginny preferred Muggle journals that she made her father check for charms or any dark magic now. She was too wary to write her thoughts and fears, now she channeled those feelings into poetry and song lyrics.
Ginny had been feeling a little uncomfortable around Harry, but she wasn’t really sad. She knew that for her, Harry had always been on a pedal stool and she wanted more from him as a hero than a boyfriend. Ginny had had a lot of fun with Harry but he wasn’t experienced like Dean… or Luna.
Ginny sucked the end of her quill, thinking about Luna, her dottiness, and that insane way she vibrated her tongue against Ginny with her head between her legs. She began to think about the last time the two of them had been together, right after she and Harry had ended it, Luna had consoled her, Ginny had been very consoled…
Her hand absent mindedly went down, towards the hem of her pajama pants, slipping under the waist band, she pressed her hand into her knicker covered pussy and mewed softly. She closed her eyes and tried to let the fantasy sweep over her but when she laid back, something immediately caught her attention.
There was a creaking coming above her, a floor where no one was staying, there was someone up there! She nearly fell out of her bed in her hurry to grab her wand. She stepped onto the landing outside the room cautiously and looked around, the house was quiet, there was no one to be seen. She hoped it was only Hermione, who she was sure she hadn’t heard go back into the room across from hers.
Up the stairs she ventured in her paisley PJ bottoms and think white tank top with her wand at the ready, when she got closer to the room where she had heard the noise from below, she could hear people but they weren’t talking. She froze outside the door and listened, pressing her ear against the door, wishing for an Extendable Ear desperately…