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Before Ginny had arrived home from practice, Harry had decided to do something nice for his fiancée and conjured up a bath. Around the bathroom he placed rose petals, candles, and to the water he had added scented soaps.
He wanted to do everything that he could for Ginny, she was more than deserving of all the things that he did for her. Harry liked to surprise her sometimes by doing simple things that made her happy, like cooking dinner, or even tidying up his room.
Practice was over at 6 o clock, it was now, 6:09. Harry waited patiently in the bathroom, trying to be as quiet as he could. He heard the front door open and Ginny calling out to him, "Harry? Are you home?"
She set down her keys and looked around, trying to find a sign of Harry's presence. "Harry, if you're playing a joke this isn't funny, I am certainly not in the mood for playing any games!" Ginny didn't hear a squeak from the steps that she had been nagging Harry to fix.
So she searched the house, up high, down low, but she couldn't find Harry, until she realized that the bathroom door had been shut. Carefully opening the door, she peeked inside to find Harry. He was smiling widely at her, like a little kid after they had made their first painting all by themselves. "Almost thought that I forgot your birthday did you?"
Ginny couldn't help herself but gush at what Harry had done for her, the rose petals, the candles, and he had even thought of bubbles. Running over to hug him she said, "I knew you remembered. You never make eggs because you hate them but you know I like them. You stomached them for me this morning! I knew you had something planned!"
Holding her in his arms he laughed, "I tried to be subtle." Turning her around, his arms around her waist lovingly, his head slowly placed onto her shoulder. "This is all yours for an hour, but be ready by 7:30 because that's when we're heading to London."
"Where are we going?" She turned around; curiosity was an awful thing to have when there were surprises.
"Just get ready my love, if I know you, which I do, you will need all of the time I gave you." Harry tried to leave but Ginny tugged on his hand. "Where do you think you're going? Don't you want to conserve water with me?"
Harry tried hard to swallow, but all he had gulped down was air. She led him to the edge of the tub, now starting to remove everything that hid all of her freckles. His hands trembled immensely, so much that he could barely get his clothes off fast enough. Ginny was in the bath by the time Harry had finally stripped himself of all his clothes. It was hard for Harry not to jump into the bathtub quick enough without slipping, but thankfully he managed.
"I was thinking, about changing up our rooms." Ginny smiled, "You know, before we get married. I mean, we already sleep in the same bed, it's just we rotate every night and I want one bed to be called ours." Harry knew the bad situation that this would cause.
"If we have one room before we get married, all of your family will see that and question if we're doing anything." He could imagine the scene right now, all of the Weasley brothers coming after him with various weapons of their own choice… Charlie had chosen a dragon.
"But they don't have to know that we're doing things, well, not until tonight we aren't," She teased so well that it had always made it hard for Harry to not kiss her at that moment. Ginny's hand slowly ran over Harry's leg, giving him severe shivers.
Then, a knock came on the door, three sharp knocks in fact. Only one person they knew knocked like that. "Ginny?" Quickly, Harry acted and pushed Ginny under the bubbles as the door opened.
Mr. Weasley appeared at the door and he looked at Harry strangely, "Harry? Um… Where is Ginny?"
"She's still at practice sir," Harry knew better than anyone else how awkward this conversation was. How weird it must seem to Mr. Weasley to find his to be son in law with bubbles, candles, and flower petals. Out of desperation he thought of something to say, "I was fancying a wash."
"I see." He observed the room more closely, looking at specific candles. "Vanilla, I always liked that scent… You see Molly and I always had vanilla candles scented around the house when the kids were growing up, Ginny must have bought those."
Harry tried in all of his power to think of something clever to say, but nothing came to mind, "Umm… Yes, speaking of Ginny, Mr. Weasley, can you please not mention this to her? I mean, it could be kind of embarrassing if she found out about this, you understand, right?" It wasn't hard for Harry to play awkward, because it was. What was hard for Harry was to not scream out in excitement, Ginny's foot was strategically placed in a certain… place. This was what was driving Harry mad, she kept on rubbing him in all the right places.
"Of course Harry, of course, we can keep this between us, well I should be going… Will you tell Ginny I stopped by?" Mr. Weasley looked at Harry with his glasses tilted.
"Sure, anything Mr. Weasley," Harry said hurriedly, trying his hardest to gasp.
Arthur slowly shut the door, Harry waited to hear for him walking down the stairs, but he hadn't moved. Harry feared that Mr. Weasley had known that Ginny was there, and he was waiting for Harry to start talking to Ginny about how relieved they were he hadn't found out. Ginny sprung up for water and gave Harry an exasperated look. "You had to push me into the bloody water didn't you? And with no warning I may add."
Three knocks soon arrived again, Ginny this time went down voluntarily and the door swung open. "Oh, Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Uh, yes sir?" Harry replied feebly.
"The next time I catch you fornicating with my daughter, you'd better be married." His stern look gave Harry the biggest fear of his life. "Do you understand me?"
"Umm, y-yes s-sir." Harry shook in the water, and not because it had gotten considerably colder in the room.
"And pick new trousers, Ron had a pair of those when he was five." Harry looked at his underwear on the floor. With Harry's luck the day that Mr. Weasley had to catch him "fornicating" with Ginny he had worn his snitch boxers.
"Umm, y-yes sir." Harry repeated, and with that Mr. Weasley left the room, only to be smiling and having a small hop in his step.
AN: I enjoyed writing again. :) I have more time now, so hopefully this means I can update more regularly on this story and my other stories. :) But this one gave me a giggle fit. I was saving it for another story, which I might add, but it may be different and such. :P ANYWHO! I hope you liked my chapter as much as I have and hopefully you shall read more soon. Lots of Love, Jackie :)
