Harry really had no plans. He was flying by the seat of his pants, in more ways that one. The naughty finger brushing the front of Ginny’s knickers didn’t stop. Like the fiery redhead, he had lost all interest in breakfast but continued to pick at it as a cover for…other activities.
He could feel his hard cock now straining against his jeans. Harry was thankful he picked a baggy pain in the event he suddenly had to stand up. Ron was still pontificating about something, Harry had long since stopped listening and the rest of the table was involved in their conversations. Fred and George had even taken to talking, though they used it as a cover to watch Harry and their sister.