A few cups later Hermione is feeling better and Ginny is feeling horny.Ginny in a slightly drunk and joking tone asks Hermione(Ginny not realizing tha... Hermione has had a deep fantasy of the very question) “Do you want to sleep in my bed or on the couch?” In shock to the very thing she was thinking of when Ginny was comforting her. Surprising herself with her own automatic response she asked “Is Harry going to be there?”Ginny answers jokingly “Yes, and he took a Viagra before you came. I took care of it and we left the lounge. On our way through the lobby I remembered that the hotel had those horse-drawn carriage rides available. "Sasha, I'm not ready to call it a night just yet. Would you please humor me one last indulgence tonight?" Sasha looked puzzled, but she nodded her head at my last request. We walked to the front of the hotel and I went to the doorman and spoke with him. A few minutes later a carriage came up to the taxi stand. I took Sasha's hand and led her to it.. I watched it slowly fade from your lips as you leaned in heavily. We kissed. I felt the warm burn of your whiskey-laden tongue trace over my scars, like you were trying to coax them into revealing the stories they hid.I pulled back. You pressed forward.You whispered something into my ear to silence the voices. Voices that screamed like the howling shrill of wolves stalking prey in the cold, dark wood. Voices that haunted you too and only when we meshed them together would they cancel each other. She closed her eyes and thought of the kiss again and a wave of relief broke over her. She opened her eyes just in time to see Harry press his lips forcefully onto her. His kiss was nothing like the one she had been imagining. It was harsh, invasive, and juvenile. He roughly grabbed her breasts, eliciting more pain than pleasure. Hermione squirmed and squealed but Harry was relentless. “Stop, stop,” she tried to say but her cries were useless. Harry pulled away and while Hermione regained her.