The Midnight Surprise

It was chilly in Gryffindor Tower. Harry, Ron, Hermione and all the other Gryffindors had long gone to bed, and now Ginny was sitting alone in the common room. She sighed and turned another page in her Defence against the Dark Art's book, which she had been reading for the past hour.

There were only two weeks left until the summer holidays, and it was tests, trials and examinations all the way. Ginny blinked hard and tried to focus on the text, but her gaze kept sliding away. Something distracted her from reading, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Ginny closed her book with a muffled sound and suspiciously looked around the room.

The large window was open and the heavy velvet curtains flapped gently in the mild wind. Ginny walked over to the window and closed it. She was cold, although it was in the middle of May. It felt like someone was watching her. It was dark on the stairway, but she thought she could see a movement. Something or someone was pulling back into the shadows. Ginny was jumped with fright, but then she tightened up. What was there to fear, after all?

She gathered all her belongings that lay spread on the low oak table and started walking towards the stairs. A flicker of movement in the corner of her eye made her spin around. She found herself standing face to face with Draco Malfoy. Ginny gasped, dropped all her books and stepped back. Malfoy stood in front of her wearing only a pair of green, silk underpants and a pair of (absolutely hideous) pink, fluffy slippers. He looked very guilty, as if he'd been caught red-handed, which he probably also had been. He straightened his back and defiantly met Ginny's gaze. Ginny didn't know whether to cry or laugh. But she had to admit, Draco looked hot in underpants.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Ginny burst out. She surveyed him warily. His normally pale cheeks were all rosy and his lips looked swollen. Also he had a very conspicuous looking mark on his neck.

Malfoy cleared his throat. "As far as I'm concerned, that is none of your business," he said and quickly turned to walk away, but Ginny was faster. Within a few seconds she stood, blocking his way, with her arms across her chest. She gave him a demanding glare.

"How did you get in?"

Malfoy set his jaw. "It's none of your concern..."

"Why are you sneaking around Gryffindor Tower in underpants?" At this, a faint shade of red appeared on Malfoy's cheekbones. Ginny could not help but smile.

"Well, tell me! Or else I'll call for Professor McGonagall, and she won't be too pleased to see you here."

Malfoy squirmed (something Ginny had never thought she'd see). "I'm here for a private cause..." he said avoiding Ginny's eyes.

Ginny was just about to open her mouth and answer when Harry suddenly came bounding down the stairs. Like Malfoy, he only wore his underwear. Ginny gaped. Harry's underpants were crimson silk and had little, golden snitches on them that moved. He looked just as hot as Malfoy, his famous black hair messier than ever.

"Draco, you forgot the invisibility cloak..."