i do not own any of these characters, they are j.k rowlings and hers to keep! i only control the leprecauns, or is it the other way round......

Harry was aware of a prickling sensation along his midriff. It was, now he thought about it, very much like someone was running their finger up and down his bare stomach. It was very nice he thought until...Wait a minute.....BARE! He opened his eyes with the force of one thousand mini leprechauns who had gathered their for a celebration party for the oldest leprechaun who was retiring that day and who was planning to tour the world on a cruise before settling down with his childhood sweetheart who he had married in a leprechaun mass all those year ago in the pot at the end of the rainbow they had finally finished the mortgage payments on.....well anyway he opened his eyes(sorry about that, leprechauns have taken over my mind!) and jumped. Some one with startlingly amber hair was lying, cuddling his waist. “Umm,” said Harry, wondering who the strange, yet shapely woman might be. She, obviously thinking Harry was asleep, looked up with a surprised expression on her familiar face.
   “Ginny??” Harry exclaimed with a pained voice. It was then he realized he had a blinding headache. “What...what happened?”
  She looked at Harry, bewildered. “Umm, I don’t know either. I remember Ron and Hermione snogging like mad, Fred and George chatting up Angelina Jolie and her friend, umm what’s her name....never mind, and... you.”
“Same here,” said Harry, “and you are sure you don’t remember anything, anything about this....” He trailed off; gesturing to the position they were in.
  “Nope” Ginny said this small word with assurance, even though her hands were now trembling.
  “Well, what are we going to do?” queried Harry, sitting upright now. Then, Harry noticed something. Their underwear was still on. He voiced this observation and Ginny stopped trembling and replied in a relieved voice “I hadn’t noticed, thank Merlin.” The two disproved lovers looked at each other, still visibly shaken, and pondered.
They both pondered about what HAD happened. Harry was the first one to speak. “we might as well get ready and go down to the common room. I only wonder what state it is in after last night’s victory celebrations. Wasn’t Percy sick or something?”
Laughing a little too hysterically at the thought of the high and mighty Percy drunkenly vomiting, they parted to get ready.
Harry looked around. The dormitory wasn’t the same. Where were Ron’s Chudley cannon posters, and Dean’s football emblems? Wait, the dormitory seemed, all together more, clean!
It dawned on Harry like the sun does over the rainbow that connects the aforementioned retired leprechaun’s pot house with the Leprechaun pub where they held the retirement party....no Heather! Stop it with the leprechauns! (My dearest apologies to all who are suffering through this!) ANYWAY, Harry realized that this wasn’t the boy’s dormitory, it was the girls! He bolted out of the door like the retired leprechaun’s pixie-pup does when it needs the bathroom and the pot of magical waste is in use...Right heather, I have had enough with you! One more leprechaun story and I will kill you, understood!*hears downtrodden self reply a sullen yes* Ok, back to the story.
Harry bolted out the room and down the stairs, still in his boxers (RAWR) and in to the crowded common room. It was almost as crowded as the elderly leprechaun’s after-do at the pixie pub run by an old mate of his who....Right heather, now you shall incur the wrath of a very annoyed you.......BANG!