Harry snickered to himself as he pretended to be polishing his broom stick, but was really watching Ron out of the corner of his eye. He was sitting in the changing rooms after a Quidditch match, clad only in towel wrapped around his waist, waiting for Ron to explode. What Harry had done, after being teased by Ron before the game, was turn all of Ron's changing clothes a few sizes too small, and pink.
"What the bloody hell?!"
Harry turned his head to his best mate, "What's wrong with you?"
"My clothes!" He squeaked, picking up each article one by one, awestruck, "What hap-" He stopped. Looked at Harry. And his eyes burned with fury. "You arse."
Harry smirked, and stood up. He nonchalantly began to pick up his own clothes, making a show of unfolding them and straightening them out.
Ron glared at him, and walked toward his friend, "If I'm wearing these up to the castle," he waved around his pink garments, "Than you're wearing that!" Before Harry could react, Ron swung open the door next to him and pushed him out into the cold night air.
"You git!" Harry yelled, running towards the door, but before he could manage to reach it, Ron had shut it, and he could here a magic spell locking it shut. He pounded on the door, "Ron! Come on!"
He looked around, glad not to see anyone in sight, as he clutched the towel tight around his waist. He did a little dance, attempting to chase away the chills, "Mate! Please, it's cold out here!" He sighed angrily, "I can easily set your clothes straight!" No answer. "Perfect," he said under his breath, leaning his head against the door, wishing he had had his wand.
After a moment, he began to do his little dance again, "Oh, hell. It's bloody freez-"
"Harry?"
His dance stopped immediately when he whipped around to see Ginny Weasley staring at him in half horror, half amusement. This scenario was not the way he had wanted for her to see him half naked for the first time. He had thought things might be a bit warmer, so things, down there, could work correctly.
What was he thinking? They would just start shagging right then and there? His mind was reeling with these thoughts for a few moments, before he realized his mouth was agape.
"Ginny… hi," Harry muttered, looking at the ground. He made sure to have a firm hold on his towel.
They stood there for a moment, she stared at him until she laughed, "Well, are you going to explain or not?"
He sighed, "Ron pushed me out of the changing room…"
"That's what I thought…" she said nodding, obviously trying to hold back laughter, "Any reason to this?"
"I… shrunk his clothes and…"he trailed off, mumbling in annoyance.
"…And?"
He sighed again, "And turned his clothes pink…"
She burst out laughing. He cracked a smile, "It sounded pretty funny at the time…" She laughed even harder at that, which made him start as well.
For a few moments they laughed together, until Harry said between gasps, "Stop, I'm going to lose my towel…"
She blushed, but continued laughing, "Yes, well, it seemed firmly in place when you were doing that dance of yours… if you could call it that."
He rolled his eyes good naturedly, "I'd like to see what you do when you're forced out in the cold in a towel!"
"Well, first of all, it's not that cold, and second of all, I've never found myself in that position, but the next time I am, I'll be sure to take a picture."
He smiled, "First of all, Miss. Weasley, you're bundled up in a coat, and wearing pants. And second of all… do take a picture; I'd love to see it." Harry high fived himself inside for that last comment.
She mocked anger, "Well, Mr. Potter, if you're going to be so inappropriate and immature, I won't help you out of this mess." She began to "stomp" away, but he grabbed her arm before she could pass.
"Clothes would be much appreciated, actually," he said, with a sheepish grin. She smiled, and began unbuttoning her coat. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"…Giving you my coat," she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"I'm not wearing that!" He said in horror. He stared down at the knee length, red, woman's jacket.
She rolled her eyes, "Oh, come on. Would you rather walk back in a towel?"
"Well! You- I-" He looked completely torn. Either way he would humiliate himself… He might as well be warm while doing so. He sighed, "Fine. Hand it over."
She laughed, and gave it to him. He had difficulty getting his arms in, having to hold on to the towel with one at a time, plus they barely fit in the sleeves. She snorted and buttoned it up, with difficulty, "Looks great on you…" Though the coat was knee length on Ginny, it barely came down mid thigh on Harry.
"Well, this is humiliating…" He said looking down. They both went silent as Ginny got down to the bottom most buttons. Good thing it was cold.
They cleared their throats, and Ginny began to pull at the coat, straightening it. When Harry looked up, nearly bumping noses, he noticed her eyes intently staring into his. He did the same in return, unconsciously. Her eyes shut, and she pulled away, just as he had been about to lean in.
"Well, we better go, yeah?" She smiled, but not the easy smile she had had before. She turned to walk away and he followed her, almost forgetting what he was wearing.
"So, how 'bout that match, huh?" Harry asked, when he caught up with her.
"It was an easy win…"
"Well, for you it was easy, but not everyone's as amazing a chaser as you…" He tilted his head towards her.
She rolled her eyes, and tried to fight back the smile, but couldn't suppress the blush, "There wasn't that much time to actually chase, since you're the amazing one who got the snitch two minutes into the game," She angled her head toward him sarcastically.
He smiled, "Touché."
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I have another story that will soon be filled with oneshots of Ron and Hermione called (you guessed it!) Ron and Hermione: The Moments That Matter. Go check it out!!
