Author's Notes: Ever since my fic "Open Doors" was taken down by my father, I've wanted to do another. I made another attempt with Blurred but it just feels off, so I'm going with this. This time, I am taking steps to ensure he doesn't find out about my writings.... He's very strict and doesn't accept my work as art :] anyways, I also plan to be much more active with this story. Anyways, enjoy! Rated M for reasons that will become obvious VERY early on. This is a Femslash fic, don't like, don't read!

Let me know if you like it, as I have the next 3 chapters already written and will upload them if you wish. This can, however, remain a oneshot.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters. Duh. I'm a dude, so I obviously can't be J.K. Rowling. Brains, people, you have them!

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On her way upstairs one evening, Ginny passed by the closed bathroom door and heard an oddly familiar sound: It was a female moaning, and her mother was downstairs. Wondering who it could be, Ginny pulled out her wand and aimed it at the door. "Alohomora!" she whispered. The lock came undone and Ginny pushed open the door.

"Ohh! Ohh!" The voice continued. Through the clouded shower door, Ginny could see someone hunched over in the bottom of the shower. "Ohh... Fuck! Ohhh!" She wrenched the door open to find... herself?! There she was, sitting on the bathroom floor, a perfect replica of Ginny's tender young body, and now Ginny recognized why she'd sounded so familiar: She was masturbating, and those moans sounded so much like Ginny's own during her own private moments.

"Who the hell are you!?" Ginny asked.

Fake-Ginny jumped, having not noticed Ginny's approach. She stood up, revealing her whole naked figure. Despite the fact that she'd seen it all before, Ginny had a strange urge to cover her eyes, but she didn't. Her doppleganger looked to be at a loss for words. Looking around, Ginny saw a vial on the counter by the sink. "You drank a polyjuice potion with my hair in it?" She demanded. The doppleganger nodded.

"Well then who are you?" She demanded again.

"I'm..." The impostor began. "I'm..."

"Well?"

"I'm in love with you, Ginny!" Fake-Ginny said, smashing her lips against Ginny's. Ginny's eyes went wide and she pushed her doppleganger away. A moment of blind fury flashed accross her face.

"You!..." She said, pointing at the wet, naked replica of herself. "You!..." And for reasons she could not explain, not even to herself, she stepped into the shower, embraced the sopping-wet impostor, and kissed her again. They meshed together, hands in each other's hair, on each other's cheeks, slowly going further south. They kissed fervently, deeply, longing to taste every nanometer of each others' mouths, their own mouths. The doppleganger hooked a finger under Ginny's shirt, pulling it slowly up. Ginny was already soaked, as the hot shower was still running. Beads of water ran down her stomach as her skin was revealed. Removing it completely, Fake-Ginny tossed the shirt out of the shower and set to work on Ginny's pants. Ginny placed her hands on her doppleganger's bum, squeezing the tender cheeks. Finishing the removal of Ginny's clothing, the doppleganger stood up again, pressing her lips against Ginny's once more. Her hands found their way to the other woman's breasts, squeezing them firmly. Ginny lost herself completely, melding with her look-a-like and they moved as one, the water unable to find its way between them. Skin rubbed against skin, fingers plunged into nether regions, tongues twirled and danced as steam filled the bathroom. The sound of the shower drowned out their moanings and the squickling sounds of their wet flesh clashing. Intense pleasure crawled through Ginny's entire being, and she knew her unidentifiable lover felt the same.

When she finally came, crying out as the painful pleasure racked her body, she slid to the floor of the shower, her legs giving out beneath her. The water washed away the juices as her doppelganger fell upon her. Their lips met in a much softer, loving kiss. Ginny closed her eyes, and then her lover was gone.

She finished showering, toweled off, and put on her nightgown. She tiptoed into her bedroom, so as not to disturb anyone. If someone had seen her look-a-like exiting the bathroom, they might think it odd that Ginny was now leaving "again." She made it to her room without incident. There was a piece of paper on her bed, with a rose lying next to it.

"Thank you for the wonderful night! I'm so sorry if I made you do something you didn't want to!

~3,"

Lifting the paper to her nose,Ginny took a whiff. She couldn't smell anything, though. Grabbing her wand and doing a quick flourish, she called out 'Revelansk!' A thumbprint glowed red, and she called out another spell: 'identifeir' The words "Ginny Weasely" hovered over the paper for a few seconds before fading away. Whomever wrote the note had still been using Ginny's form when writing the note. Her bathroom lover would remain a mystery... For now...

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