Ways to Use the Prefect's Bathroom
Ginny stretched, rubbing her sore muscles. She wanted a bath. Baths were good. Baths let you forget that you had been flirting yesterday.
Most people would not see her behavior in class as flirting. Most people weren't Ginny Weasley.
Ginny had high standards.
She trotted up the bleacher steps for the third time. Her quads were killing her and she thought about skipping the lap around the grounds. But running always cleared her mind when she was feeling distressed.
Like now. It wasn't like she had kissed him or anything. The attraction had been there. But that had never been the problem. His father trying to kill her, that was a good problem. She hated his father. And she wondered just how far this apple had fallen from its tree? Sure the saying always told you that they never fell far, but what about a tree on a hill? Wouldn't that apple fall... and keep going? Or the ones gathered by a kid for a pie? Or shipped to various parts of the world.
She flew down the bleacher steps again and vaulted over the railing of the stands. It was a ten foot drop and she landed easily, falling into a crouch breifly before taking off. Sweat gathered on her face and chest. It trickled down between her breasts and into her eyes. Her bangs grew damp, then soaked. she shook them from her face. They landed on her cheeks and stayed there, plastered down with sweat. She looped around the Lake, ducking the Whomping Willow as she skirted the forest.
By the time she made it back to the castle, she was covered in sweat and feeling ready for a cold shower.
She jogged up to the third floor Prefects bathroom. She wasn't one, but she had bullied her brother into giving her the password. Being three inches taller than the git had its advantages.
She took a quick, cold shower. The freezing water cooled her off and left her muscles throbbing anew.
She pulled on a robe and walked to the bath tub. She filled it with bubbles and lavender scented water. She slipped out of the robe and into the tub.
She closed her eyes and relaxed.
Next thing she knew she heard the door opening. She glanced up, her eyes meeting with those of Draco Malfoy.
Ginny never knew Malfoys could blush. But he did. He turned the same shade of red she herself turned. He stammered something and darted from the room. She scurried out and dressed quickly. She dried her hair a bit then ducked out. Draco was still waiting outside, still redish.
She was on her way when he called out.
"Where did you get that scar?"
GInny turned. He walked over and flipped back part of her shirt. He traced the silver scar. "This one." He whispered.
Ginny looked down at the scar where it lay, just above her left breast.
"Some one broke my heart." She announced, old pain rising. Then she turned and stalked off.
Draco ran a hand through his hair and watched her go.
(A/N: Ohhh! Intrigue.
To nais256- Yeah, Snape is a little OOC but I figure in the books all we see him from is Harry's POV so he's a bit of a prick that way.