bathrooms and lights .htm Come to the bathroom
And there you'll see
The pretty bright side of me
Walk into the room
Flick my switch and on Ill be
So go to the bathroom my baby....
*BathroomTalk*
by: ME! I just made that up.

Harry paced about his dorm room. He really needed to find a way to tell Ginny how he felt about her. But the right words wouldn't come.
Just then Ron walked into the room. Ron, being Harry's best friend, already knew that he liked her sister. When Harry first told him, he was kind of shocked. He was okay with Harry's feelings for her, but he couldn't help wonder. "WHY?" Any ways....
"Wassup Harry?" He said.
"The sky," harry mumbled. His voice was mumbly since he had his hands pushed against his cheeks.
Ron laughed "No shit," Then he saw the look on his face. "What is it?"
Harry just gave him a look.
"Oh, Ginny again, huh?" Ron shook his head knowingly, then sat down on his bed next to him. "Harry, can i give you some manly advice?" Harry looked up at him. Huh?
"Manly advice?" Harry repeated, bewildered. "Like, what for?"
"For women, especially Ginny, of course!" Said Ron.
"What, did Hermione give you all the secrets or something?" Harry teased. Ron reddened.
"No, I just know this from...from...years of experience!"
Harry snorted. "Okay Ron, what is it you want to tell me?"
"You see Harry,' Ron said. "Women are like my bathroom."
"Say WHAT?" Harry exclaimed. What the hell was Ron talking about??
"Listen. You know my bathroom, the one next to Fred and George's room? Well it has three light bulbs." Harry raised an eyebrow. "Now being the way my shaggy house is, not all of them work very well." Harry nodded, trying to catch on. "See, the bathroom is like the world, and the three light bulbs are like the three types of women we have on earth." women, light bulbs, bathroom earth, got it. " One: The first one that goes on is the kind of dull one. Kind of of bright but a little worn. Just like your first, second or third girlfriend. They're pretty good, but not as good as you could have, later, if your lucky." Harry nodded again. Number one light bulb, okay but not as great...., got it. "Then the second one to go on: is the really worn one, the one that doesn't even really go on at all. Like your fourth, fifth, or six girlfriend. They could be pretty but their personalities suck. Or visa versa." Second light bulb, sucky. "Then the last one to go on is the brightest. It shines in every way possible, has its glow on every part of the bathroom. And the men are actually the "Weasley Men" who go into the bathroom in the middle of the night, looking forth switch. Sometimes we get the dull one. Sometimes we get the super dull one. But its on that special night, the night after you have a really really good dinner or something, that you get lucky, and you get the bright one. The bright one that totally waked you up and makes you feel good about your self. Did that make any sense Harry?" Okay, that's it, Ron is COMPLETELY off his rocker now. Fell off, and hit his head the nutter.
"Um Ron, I'm now under the impression that you're more dazed and confused than I am!"
Ron blushed. "Sorry, that's how Dad explained it..."
"Wait, Mr. Weasley told you this?"
"What, you think I made that shit up?" Ron said. They laughed. "Any ways," Ron said, "I'm not sure if that answered any of your queries, but maybe it brought you a little help." Harry shrugged. Maybe it did.
"Well, i got to' meet Herm in 5," he said looking at his watch. "But remember Harry, don't be afraid to get up and go to bathroom." Ron winked. "You never know when you're gooing to get the spotlight." Then Ron left the room, leaving Harry to ponder on his own.
Hedwig flew through his window, landed on his shoulders and nipped him in the ear. Harry smiled at Hedwig, then took in a breath.
"You know Hedwig, I think its about time I got to the bathroom." Hedwig cocked her head to the side as if expressing confusion. "Er, I mean, its about time I tell Ginny the way I feel about her." Hedwig nodded her snowy head. And Harry grinned to see the approval of his decision. He grabbed a piece of parchment out of his bag and a quill, and began to write.
Dear Ginny,
PLease meet me at the south edge of the lake tonight at 7:30 to see the sunset. I also have something Id like to tell you.
Love, Harry Potter.
Harry looked at what he wrote. Satisfied, he tied the note to her foot, he would have put it in her mouth but it was way too important, It could drop accidentally into the wrong hands. He didn't tell Hedwig this cause she would probably resent him for a week.
'Bring that straight to Ginny, okay? She's in the library I think now. Red hair, remember? Can't miss 'er.' Hedwig gave Harry one last nip at the face and took off thinking:
"Skwak squawk chirp chirp eke chirpek squawk erch chirp eek!" Translation: "Thank god he finally found his balls, three months of him droning about her was enough to make me sick!"
Unfortunately, Hedwig flew directly above Filch, who was in a bad mood any ways. He thought it was Peeves flying above him so he jumped high as if took grab him in some way. Instead, he tore the piece on parchment on Hedwig'ss leg that read
"Love Harry".
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Ginny Weasley was catching up on her Charms in the library with Hermione Granger when a snowy white owl swooped down on her. She'd never seen this owl before, but she (Ginny could tell because she looked) was very pretty. Hermione was too deep in studying to take notice.
"Well hey there little girl." She cooed. "What have you got there?" She took the note from Hedwig's leg. Hedwig gave her an affectionate nip on the neck . Ginny giggled and opened the parchment. She gasped as she finished reading it. Somebody wanted to see the sunset with her? Who?! There was no name... Then she saw the little tear on the end of the paper. She sighed heavily. Just her luck. Well, she might as well go. It might be a totally and it might be Prince Charming, you never know. So Ginny picked up a small piece of parchment from her book bag and scribbled "Yes, I'll come." And then gave it o Hedwig, who then flew off.
Ginny read the letter again, only this time aloud. Hermione's head snapped up.
"Did somebody send that to you?" She asked curiously.
"Yeah this snowy owl dropped it off-"
"Let me see it." Hermione insisted. Ginny handed her the piece of paper. Hermione recognized the writing as Harry's right away, and was about to tell Ginny it was Harry when she noticed there was no name. So she figured that she shouldn't spoil it for him or her. So she just handed it back.
"Charming guy," She said, hopefully making an impression.
"I'm sure," Ginny muttered. "What if this is it, Herm?" Ginny asked excitedly.
"Is what?" she asked.
"The real thing!" Ginny exclaimed, trying too keep her voice own due to the fact that they were in the library.
"The real thing? Oh Ginny...." Ginny sighed when she heard this. "No Ginny its not like that." But Ginny still had her head down. "Listen, let me tell you my theory on this."
Ginny's head picked up. "You see Gin, Guys are like these light bulbs I have in my bathroom...."

A/n Cliffhanger! Sorry, but i wasn't sure where to stop. What do you think? I know I should be working on my other stories but when i was in the *bathroom* this popped into my head when I flicked the wrong switch. I met a bad guy that day *LOL* Any ways, please review! If i get ten I'll write the second chapter. I mean I'm post it, its already written.
Disclaimer: Okay, what do you think? Yup, that's right, nothings mine but the *Bathroom* song. More of that in the second chapter.