Harry felt feverish, he hadn't felt well in months. Often he felt weak and dizzy. He hadn't felt well in months. His thoughts felt fuzzy. Sometimes he loved Ron and Ginny, other times he hated them. And he was always aroused, sometimes painfully so. But he lacked the energy to perform properly most of the time. Not that either lover seemed to care. Scratching the itch felt better and lasted longer with a partner. If neither partner minded the brevity of the act or lack of enthusiasm, why should he? A few moments of squishy movements then blessed relief for at least twenty-four hours.