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Author's notes: I'm terribly sorry, guys for not posting sooner, but I did manage to get a part of my annual leave and went to Turkey to relax from work. Again sorry for those who waited! Thank you all so much for your reviews – you are all wonderful! I hope you like the chapter – it's a bit longer than the previous ones. Enjoy and don't forget to review!
Ginny's Mistake
Chapter 3
"Polyjuice potion? Hermione, have you gone completely nuts?" – Ginny looked at Hermione disbelievingly. Yea, that's what I'd like to know too - Ron mused.
"You want us to use it to change us into Harry and Ron?!"
"And why not, it could be fun! Besides, there's nothing else left for us to do if we don't want everybody to get suspicious about Harry's and Ron's disappearance," – Hermione beamed.
Ginny sighed in defeat: "OK, Herm, let's do it. I trust you to do some miracle and just conjure from nowhere a potion that takes three months to be prepared."
"I already have some Polyjuice potion – we were making in potions with Snape. With Voldemort having returned to power and Death Eaters' attacks here and there, a lot of potions and hexes have been removed from the restricted section in order that the students may know the threats that can appear on their way. So my Polyjuice potion is nice and ready – the only problem is that we need to get some hair or something from the guys, which is quite difficult with them being kittens and all," – Hermine shuddered, remembering her one and only experience of using the potion.
"That's quite all right – I'm sure we can find some hair in the boys' combs – they're never tidy!" – Ginny became excited, then frowned: "How are we going to go organize sleeping arrangements?"
"As for sleeping arrangements - luckily the boys have the dormitory all to themselves now with Seamus and Dean gone on Christmas holidays. So we just go inside as Ron and Harry and then use Harry's cloak to sneak outside, lock the door and then go to our rooms as Hermione and Ginny," – Hermione was rather sure of herself now, but then her face fell: "But, Ginny I don't know about Quidditch practice with Slytherins tomorrow. I don't feel sure of myself on the broom. In fact, this was always my worst subject."
A faint smile appeared on Ginny's lips: "I think I can manage that. I'm quite good at flying, though I'm afraid I'm not half as good as Harry. But do we have a choice?"
Oh, no, no, no! She is not going to do that! - Ron cried out.
And why not? - surprisingly, Harry didn't look devastated about being replaced by Ginny on Quiddich field: This is just a practice after all. She can always say she didn't feel well.
Have you ever seen Ginny on a broom?
Umm…no?
She becomes absolutely crazy. Flying makes her do the craziest things. She becomes worse than Fred and George combined! You just wait and see! You'll never hear the end of it after she is through playing you, - Ron smirked.
The girls looked at the meowing kittens amused – the guys were obviously talking to each other, but to the girls' ears, it came out as just meowing.
"Let's go to the dining hall. We are late already and we will still need to cover for the boys!"
"Oh, OK," – Ginny took the black kitten into her hands.
"Are you going to take him with you?" – Hermione asked Ginny incredulously.
"They need to eat too, you know," – Ginny smiled.
"Oh, right," – Hermione scooped Ron into her hands and they rushed to the dining hall.
"Hey, girls, you decided to bring your new pets here? Don't you have Crookshanks already, Hermione?" – George laughed.
"We umm…just found them outside. We need to find somebody who would like to keep them. Till then they'll stay with us. Yea, that's it," – Hermione smiled relived to find an answer. Ginny only rolled her eyes.
"And where's Ronnikins and that friend of his, who's going to beat some Slytherin ass tomorrow?"
At that Ginny paled visibly and concentrated on feeding the kittens. She also pretended that she was eating, but couldn't manage to make herself take a single bite of the food on her plate, so she just made it gradually disappear with her wand hidden under the table.
But Hermione answered George's question without hesitation: "They were plotting something against Slytherins as far as I know. They told me they are going to be late for supper."
"So what's your kitten's name, Ginny?" – Lavender asked, petting the black kitten.
"Umm…Harry?" – Ginny mumbled. Everybody burst into laughter.
"You shouldn't have asked! That was obvious. I wonder what Harry's reaction will be though?" – Fred chuckled, - "What about you Hermione, did you named the red one after my little brother?"
"Actually I was going to name him "Disaster", but your suggestion looks appealing enough to me," – Hermione smiled and the red kitten growled.
Soon enough Hermione turned to Ginny: "Gin, we need to go!"
Ginny grabbed the kittens and left the dining hall hurriedly along with Hermione.
"But Hermione didn't even eat anything!" – exclaimed Lavender.
A few minutes later, two Gryffindors appeared in the dining hall, looking extremely disheveled and flustered.
"Where did you just come from, our mother's closet, Ronnikins?" – Fred snickered, but Ron only growled in response. The boys started eating hurriedly.
"My, aren't we in a hurry?" – George taunted.
"Get lost!" – Ron snapped at his brother, his eyes sparkling dangerously.
"Hermione told us you were plotting something against the Slytherins. We want to take part in this too!"
"But you are just going to have to wait for tomorrow and see for yourself. No way we are letting you ruin everything," – Harry muttered quietly, trying to sound tough, but failing miserably.
"What happened to your voice, Harry?" – Parvati inquired.
"I caught a cold," – he explained, sneezing for effect.
"We need to go," – Ron uttered.
"Right," – Harry answered, and both disappeared as quickly as the girls had before them.
"I swear our favourite Dream team is getting weirder with each day and our ickle sister along with them!" – George muttered.
"OK, now that we've covered up for the boys, can we get some rest?" – Ginny muttered turning back to herself again.
"Yes, you'll have to get up very early tomorrow. Quiddich practice starts at 7 AM. I'm not even talking about the next night, which we are going to spend at Snape's quarters," – Hermione sighed.
Ginny's eyes suddenly sparkled with mischief when she thought about her idea of playing with Malfoy tomorrow. She climbed onto her bed, absentmindedly taking Harry with her and putting him beside her under covers.
"What are you doing Ginny?" – Hermione looked at her with wide eyes.
Ginny blushed, but then just shrugged: "It's rather chilly here. They aren't used to it. So I suggest you take Ron into your bed. As if they'll be able to do anything inappropriate as kittens," – Ginny laughed and Hermione reluctantly followed Ginny's example.
Ginny woke up feeling something wet and rough on her cheek. She opened her eyes and smiled: "Good morning to you too, Harry! What time is it?" – she looked at the clock, which showed half past six: "Oh, shit! I'm going to be late!" She looked at Hermione and smiled involuntarily: the small red kitten had snuggled in the crook of her neck, his nose buried in Hermione's hair. Ginny reluctantly shook her friend: "Get up, Hermione! I need to change into Harry!"
Ginny reached the Quidditch field just in time. Flying on Harry's Firebolt felt strange, yet very exciting. The usual ecstasy of feeling herself in the air surfed through her veins and she felt light-headed.
"Hi, Scarhead! We thought you weren't going to show up!" – Malfoy yelled. The Gryffindors muttered at him, but Harry only smiled: "Let's see who's the best here, Malfoy!"
Fred and George looked at each other with disbelief – Harry was always modest about his skills, even when talking to Malfoy.
Ginny examined both teams thoroughly – several of each team members were absent and replaced by other players, less skilled. She smiled to herself: Even if I'm not as good as Harry, I can still have some fun here, can't I? She spotted Hermione with two kittens in her hands – they were all obviously determined to see how Ginny was going to fare at Harry's role in Quidditch.
"OK, guys, let's start practicing!" – Fred yelled, and the game started. Ginny took off abruptly and suddenly stopped high above the edge of the field. She was observing the scene calmly, knowing for sure that the snitch was not going to appear within the first five or seven minutes. The score was more or less equal. Each team was equally strong it seemed. Just then a bludger passed by, missing Ginny's head by just a bit.
Bludgers…I hate them…whoever invented them was definitely a masochist! - Ginny mumbled.
Hey, Malfoy, is watching me! Let the fun begin then! - Ginny adjusted Harry's glasses to fit snugly on her nose, and suddenly leapt down, the Firebolt almost perpendicular to the field. She saw Malfoy following her and just a meter from the ground, she suddenly changed direction and flew upwards, leaving a very angry Draco behind. Ginny smirked again, freezing for a couple of minutes. Just then she spotted the Slytherin seeker watching her once more.
Jesus, does he always just mimic Harry's every move? What an idiot, he can't do anything by himself!! - this time Ginny used the other maneuver: first flying around the field, then suddenly going down at full speed and then ducking under two Gryffindor keepers. Draco was again following his nemesis, skillfully repeating the same maneuvers, afraid that the Gryffindor seeker had spotted the snitch before him. He was so occupied with trying not to be left behind, that didn't see a Slytherin beater heading straight into Harry, so when Harry suddenly ducked down on his Firebolt, the two Slytherin players collided with each other at full speed. The other players stopped for a while – Slytherins to check on their players, Gryffindors - to laugh at them and applaud their teammate. Ginny bowed comically in response to her team's applause and directed the Firebolt up again to occupy the most convenient position – the snitch had to appear somewhere soon enough.
The unfortunate Slytherin players, though angry and sour, were more or less okay and soon returned to the game. Malfoy was scowling angrily at Harry (or Ginny?). She only sent him a brilliant smile in response. Suddenly she spotted something gold just two meters over one of her brothers' head. She winked at Malfoy and ducked down full speed. She saw Malfoy start chasing her, then stop suddenly and smirk, obviously not wanting to be tricked so easily again. Ginny smiled broadly and swept over her brother's head, almost knocking him from his broomstick. She then proceeded to the center of the field much slower, jumped from the Firebolt and put her hand up, proudly showing the snitch to the other players.
The next moment Ginny found herself surrounded by the whole Gryffindor Quidditch team, her brothers squeezing her so thoroughly she thought she'd never walk again. She saw Hermione smiling at her and waving her hand. Both kittens looked a bit shocked, but Ginny was almost sure she saw Harry's green eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Way to go mate! That was one great game! I've never seen Malfoy that pissed off before!" – Fred yelled, while patting Harry on his back.
Jesus, I'll have bruises all over my back tomorrow. Maybe I do look like Harry, but the body is still MINE. I wonder why everybody thinks Harry gets his injuries during the game, when it's quite obvious that he gets them after, - Ginny thought, trying to escape her brothers' harsh approval. Oh, Merlin, don't I smell like a monkey?
Just then she felt herself being dragged somewhere by her brothers. She let them do it, afraid of what they might do to her poor body if she didn't comply.
"Where did they take her?" – Ron asked Harry, watching his sister disappear along with his twin brothers in one of Hogwarts towers.
"Probably to the showers," – Harry mumbled, his thoughts obviously somewhere else.
"WHAT?? My little sister went to the shower with whole Gryffindor team??!!"
"Umm…actually Slytherins will probably also be there. But don't worry, girls have their own private shower room," – Harry uttered absentmindedly.
"Merlin, aren't we dumb today?? Harry, she is YOU! They'll take her to the boys' shower of course!" – Ron was furious now, his fur standing on its end.
Harry blushed bright red under his black fur when his friend's words sank in at last.
WHAT?? They're taking me to the boys' shower? What am I going to do? What?! Oh, Merlin, why me?! - Ginny started chanting in her head when she took in the surroundings – the boys' locker room. She had six brothers and had seen male bodies before of course, but her brothers were a different story.
Ginny closed her eyes for a moment desperately: C'mon, Ginny, don't be a coward. It's your fault this all happened, so just be brave enough to face it. Ginny opened her eyes and faced it – literally. She quickly closed her eyes again. Oh, Merlin, I've never seen so much male flesh at once before! I hope I never will again! She opened her eyes again, when she heard her brother's voice:
"What are you waiting for, Harry? Christmas?"
She moaned in defeat and started pulling off the clothes from Harry's body.
OK, this is kind of weird and humiliating, but at least I get to see Harry's body. Merlin, I'm a pervert! - Ginny almost dared to pull off the boxers, when something got her attention.
"Hmm…nice butt, Malfoy…"
"What did you say, Potter?!" – Malfoy looked at her disbelievingly and Ginny almost smacked herself on the head.
"Just that you have a nice red print from the broomstick on your arse," – Ginny smirked.
"When did you become that interested in my ass?" – Malfoy snapped, red with fury and embarrassment.
"But what's there besides an ass? Does anybody see anything else?" – Ginny looked at her brothers, who were almost rolling on the floor with laughter now.
"No, Malfoy has always been an ass. Nothing more," – Fred managed to utter at last.
Ginny smirked, then with a sigh she pulled off the only remaining piece of clothing from her crush's body at last and followed her brothers to shower stalls, trying not to blush too furiously.
Why did they have to put so many mirrors in here? Men…they always can't get enough of themselves! - Ginny couldn't resist and took a small look at the body she had now. Wow, I never knew Harry looked THAT good without his clothes! Why is he always wearing that baggy pants and robe? He can easily dress like Seamus or Malfoy for that matter. There's no need to wear robes all the time.
She washed Harry's body thoroughly, almost used to her surroundings at last. Her mischievous mind was already plotting the next prank. This time on her long-time crush.
Ginny left shower, trying not to look around too much. She took Harry's spare clothes from his locker.
Hmm…these pants really look too baggy to me. Muggle jeans would look so much better on Harry - Ginny took her wand and transfigured Harry's pants into a nice pair of denims.
I should probably change the boxers to briefs too - hope Harry will never know – he does look like a boxers type of boy to me - Ginny continued her manipulations. She put the pants on and looked at the shirt skeptically.
Red. I know this is Gryffindor colors, but what kind of guy would wear a red shirt?
The one who wears robe all the time, you dolt!
OK, OK. I admit that was a silly question. What color should I make it though? Blue or green? Maybe black will do? It's kind of sexy.
Definitely black then! - Ginny performed last spell on the shirt, put it on and went to the mirror.
Merlin, I'm hot! I mean Harry is. But there's something missing though. Maybe…maybe…Yes, a hairdo. I need a nice, sexy hairdo! Ok, lets see what we can master here.
Ten minutes later Harry emerged from the boys' locker room and immediately bumped into Pansy Parkinson.
OK, here is my chance - Ginny thought, amused. She helped Pansy to stand up but didn't let go of her arm.
"Hmm…Pansy, you look beautiful today. What soft hair you have," – Ginny purred, stroking Pansy's palm. Pansy gawked at Harry, blushing furiously.
"It's a shame you're always hanging around Malfoy. He doesn't deserve you at all," – Ginny was experimenting with Harry's voice, making it sound low and seductive. She watched Pansy literally drooling over Harry, utterly amazed.
Heck, it's going easier than I thought it would. Hold your pants on, girls, I'm coming!
"Ron, what's going on there?" – Harry asked his friend, looking worriedly at the bunch of girls gathered in the schoolyard. He had some unpleasant feeling about this gathering. Something was bothering him.
"I have no idea, but we can go check, I guess. We're small enough to get to the center," – Ron started heading to the gathering, when suddenly he was lifted in the air. The next moment he was staring in Hermione's hazel eyes.
"You'd better not go there, Ron. And especially you, Harry," – Hermione said, trying not to laugh.
The boys looked at each other confused. Just then a high-pitched squeal was heard:
"HARRY! Will you be my boyfriend?!" The crowd of girls started making noises, which definitely showed their disapproval with the statement of one of them. Suddenly a figure appeared in front of Hermione.
"Merlin, I did it again. Guess my pranks will always turn to disasters. I suggest we better leave this place or the Boy-who-lived will become the Boy- who-died in no time."
Suddenly they heard squeals, which could only mean one thing – Harry's disappearance was obviously noticed.
Ginny took Hermione's hand, lifted the black kitten from the ground and yelled: "Run!"
They took off, followed by a crowd of girls.
To be continued…
Author's notes: I'm terribly sorry, guys for not posting sooner, but I did manage to get a part of my annual leave and went to Turkey to relax from work. Again sorry for those who waited! Thank you all so much for your reviews – you are all wonderful! I hope you like the chapter – it's a bit longer than the previous ones. Enjoy and don't forget to review!
Ginny's Mistake
Chapter 3
"Polyjuice potion? Hermione, have you gone completely nuts?" – Ginny looked at Hermione disbelievingly. Yea, that's what I'd like to know too - Ron mused.
"You want us to use it to change us into Harry and Ron?!"
"And why not, it could be fun! Besides, there's nothing else left for us to do if we don't want everybody to get suspicious about Harry's and Ron's disappearance," – Hermione beamed.
Ginny sighed in defeat: "OK, Herm, let's do it. I trust you to do some miracle and just conjure from nowhere a potion that takes three months to be prepared."
"I already have some Polyjuice potion – we were making in potions with Snape. With Voldemort having returned to power and Death Eaters' attacks here and there, a lot of potions and hexes have been removed from the restricted section in order that the students may know the threats that can appear on their way. So my Polyjuice potion is nice and ready – the only problem is that we need to get some hair or something from the guys, which is quite difficult with them being kittens and all," – Hermine shuddered, remembering her one and only experience of using the potion.
"That's quite all right – I'm sure we can find some hair in the boys' combs – they're never tidy!" – Ginny became excited, then frowned: "How are we going to go organize sleeping arrangements?"
"As for sleeping arrangements - luckily the boys have the dormitory all to themselves now with Seamus and Dean gone on Christmas holidays. So we just go inside as Ron and Harry and then use Harry's cloak to sneak outside, lock the door and then go to our rooms as Hermione and Ginny," – Hermione was rather sure of herself now, but then her face fell: "But, Ginny I don't know about Quidditch practice with Slytherins tomorrow. I don't feel sure of myself on the broom. In fact, this was always my worst subject."
A faint smile appeared on Ginny's lips: "I think I can manage that. I'm quite good at flying, though I'm afraid I'm not half as good as Harry. But do we have a choice?"
Oh, no, no, no! She is not going to do that! - Ron cried out.
And why not? - surprisingly, Harry didn't look devastated about being replaced by Ginny on Quiddich field: This is just a practice after all. She can always say she didn't feel well.
Have you ever seen Ginny on a broom?
Umm…no?
She becomes absolutely crazy. Flying makes her do the craziest things. She becomes worse than Fred and George combined! You just wait and see! You'll never hear the end of it after she is through playing you, - Ron smirked.
The girls looked at the meowing kittens amused – the guys were obviously talking to each other, but to the girls' ears, it came out as just meowing.
"Let's go to the dining hall. We are late already and we will still need to cover for the boys!"
"Oh, OK," – Ginny took the black kitten into her hands.
"Are you going to take him with you?" – Hermione asked Ginny incredulously.
"They need to eat too, you know," – Ginny smiled.
"Oh, right," – Hermione scooped Ron into her hands and they rushed to the dining hall.
"Hey, girls, you decided to bring your new pets here? Don't you have Crookshanks already, Hermione?" – George laughed.
"We umm…just found them outside. We need to find somebody who would like to keep them. Till then they'll stay with us. Yea, that's it," – Hermione smiled relived to find an answer. Ginny only rolled her eyes.
"And where's Ronnikins and that friend of his, who's going to beat some Slytherin ass tomorrow?"
At that Ginny paled visibly and concentrated on feeding the kittens. She also pretended that she was eating, but couldn't manage to make herself take a single bite of the food on her plate, so she just made it gradually disappear with her wand hidden under the table.
But Hermione answered George's question without hesitation: "They were plotting something against Slytherins as far as I know. They told me they are going to be late for supper."
"So what's your kitten's name, Ginny?" – Lavender asked, petting the black kitten.
"Umm…Harry?" – Ginny mumbled. Everybody burst into laughter.
"You shouldn't have asked! That was obvious. I wonder what Harry's reaction will be though?" – Fred chuckled, - "What about you Hermione, did you named the red one after my little brother?"
"Actually I was going to name him "Disaster", but your suggestion looks appealing enough to me," – Hermione smiled and the red kitten growled.
Soon enough Hermione turned to Ginny: "Gin, we need to go!"
Ginny grabbed the kittens and left the dining hall hurriedly along with Hermione.
"But Hermione didn't even eat anything!" – exclaimed Lavender.
A few minutes later, two Gryffindors appeared in the dining hall, looking extremely disheveled and flustered.
"Where did you just come from, our mother's closet, Ronnikins?" – Fred snickered, but Ron only growled in response. The boys started eating hurriedly.
"My, aren't we in a hurry?" – George taunted.
"Get lost!" – Ron snapped at his brother, his eyes sparkling dangerously.
"Hermione told us you were plotting something against the Slytherins. We want to take part in this too!"
"But you are just going to have to wait for tomorrow and see for yourself. No way we are letting you ruin everything," – Harry muttered quietly, trying to sound tough, but failing miserably.
"What happened to your voice, Harry?" – Parvati inquired.
"I caught a cold," – he explained, sneezing for effect.
"We need to go," – Ron uttered.
"Right," – Harry answered, and both disappeared as quickly as the girls had before them.
"I swear our favourite Dream team is getting weirder with each day and our ickle sister along with them!" – George muttered.
"OK, now that we've covered up for the boys, can we get some rest?" – Ginny muttered turning back to herself again.
"Yes, you'll have to get up very early tomorrow. Quiddich practice starts at 7 AM. I'm not even talking about the next night, which we are going to spend at Snape's quarters," – Hermione sighed.
Ginny's eyes suddenly sparkled with mischief when she thought about her idea of playing with Malfoy tomorrow. She climbed onto her bed, absentmindedly taking Harry with her and putting him beside her under covers.
"What are you doing Ginny?" – Hermione looked at her with wide eyes.
Ginny blushed, but then just shrugged: "It's rather chilly here. They aren't used to it. So I suggest you take Ron into your bed. As if they'll be able to do anything inappropriate as kittens," – Ginny laughed and Hermione reluctantly followed Ginny's example.
Ginny woke up feeling something wet and rough on her cheek. She opened her eyes and smiled: "Good morning to you too, Harry! What time is it?" – she looked at the clock, which showed half past six: "Oh, shit! I'm going to be late!" She looked at Hermione and smiled involuntarily: the small red kitten had snuggled in the crook of her neck, his nose buried in Hermione's hair. Ginny reluctantly shook her friend: "Get up, Hermione! I need to change into Harry!"
Ginny reached the Quidditch field just in time. Flying on Harry's Firebolt felt strange, yet very exciting. The usual ecstasy of feeling herself in the air surfed through her veins and she felt light-headed.
"Hi, Scarhead! We thought you weren't going to show up!" – Malfoy yelled. The Gryffindors muttered at him, but Harry only smiled: "Let's see who's the best here, Malfoy!"
Fred and George looked at each other with disbelief – Harry was always modest about his skills, even when talking to Malfoy.
Ginny examined both teams thoroughly – several of each team members were absent and replaced by other players, less skilled. She smiled to herself: Even if I'm not as good as Harry, I can still have some fun here, can't I? She spotted Hermione with two kittens in her hands – they were all obviously determined to see how Ginny was going to fare at Harry's role in Quidditch.
"OK, guys, let's start practicing!" – Fred yelled, and the game started. Ginny took off abruptly and suddenly stopped high above the edge of the field. She was observing the scene calmly, knowing for sure that the snitch was not going to appear within the first five or seven minutes. The score was more or less equal. Each team was equally strong it seemed. Just then a bludger passed by, missing Ginny's head by just a bit.
Bludgers…I hate them…whoever invented them was definitely a masochist! - Ginny mumbled.
Hey, Malfoy, is watching me! Let the fun begin then! - Ginny adjusted Harry's glasses to fit snugly on her nose, and suddenly leapt down, the Firebolt almost perpendicular to the field. She saw Malfoy following her and just a meter from the ground, she suddenly changed direction and flew upwards, leaving a very angry Draco behind. Ginny smirked again, freezing for a couple of minutes. Just then she spotted the Slytherin seeker watching her once more.
Jesus, does he always just mimic Harry's every move? What an idiot, he can't do anything by himself!! - this time Ginny used the other maneuver: first flying around the field, then suddenly going down at full speed and then ducking under two Gryffindor keepers. Draco was again following his nemesis, skillfully repeating the same maneuvers, afraid that the Gryffindor seeker had spotted the snitch before him. He was so occupied with trying not to be left behind, that didn't see a Slytherin beater heading straight into Harry, so when Harry suddenly ducked down on his Firebolt, the two Slytherin players collided with each other at full speed. The other players stopped for a while – Slytherins to check on their players, Gryffindors - to laugh at them and applaud their teammate. Ginny bowed comically in response to her team's applause and directed the Firebolt up again to occupy the most convenient position – the snitch had to appear somewhere soon enough.
The unfortunate Slytherin players, though angry and sour, were more or less okay and soon returned to the game. Malfoy was scowling angrily at Harry (or Ginny?). She only sent him a brilliant smile in response. Suddenly she spotted something gold just two meters over one of her brothers' head. She winked at Malfoy and ducked down full speed. She saw Malfoy start chasing her, then stop suddenly and smirk, obviously not wanting to be tricked so easily again. Ginny smiled broadly and swept over her brother's head, almost knocking him from his broomstick. She then proceeded to the center of the field much slower, jumped from the Firebolt and put her hand up, proudly showing the snitch to the other players.
The next moment Ginny found herself surrounded by the whole Gryffindor Quidditch team, her brothers squeezing her so thoroughly she thought she'd never walk again. She saw Hermione smiling at her and waving her hand. Both kittens looked a bit shocked, but Ginny was almost sure she saw Harry's green eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Way to go mate! That was one great game! I've never seen Malfoy that pissed off before!" – Fred yelled, while patting Harry on his back.
Jesus, I'll have bruises all over my back tomorrow. Maybe I do look like Harry, but the body is still MINE. I wonder why everybody thinks Harry gets his injuries during the game, when it's quite obvious that he gets them after, - Ginny thought, trying to escape her brothers' harsh approval. Oh, Merlin, don't I smell like a monkey?
Just then she felt herself being dragged somewhere by her brothers. She let them do it, afraid of what they might do to her poor body if she didn't comply.
"Where did they take her?" – Ron asked Harry, watching his sister disappear along with his twin brothers in one of Hogwarts towers.
"Probably to the showers," – Harry mumbled, his thoughts obviously somewhere else.
"WHAT?? My little sister went to the shower with whole Gryffindor team??!!"
"Umm…actually Slytherins will probably also be there. But don't worry, girls have their own private shower room," – Harry uttered absentmindedly.
"Merlin, aren't we dumb today?? Harry, she is YOU! They'll take her to the boys' shower of course!" – Ron was furious now, his fur standing on its end.
Harry blushed bright red under his black fur when his friend's words sank in at last.
WHAT?? They're taking me to the boys' shower? What am I going to do? What?! Oh, Merlin, why me?! - Ginny started chanting in her head when she took in the surroundings – the boys' locker room. She had six brothers and had seen male bodies before of course, but her brothers were a different story.
Ginny closed her eyes for a moment desperately: C'mon, Ginny, don't be a coward. It's your fault this all happened, so just be brave enough to face it. Ginny opened her eyes and faced it – literally. She quickly closed her eyes again. Oh, Merlin, I've never seen so much male flesh at once before! I hope I never will again! She opened her eyes again, when she heard her brother's voice:
"What are you waiting for, Harry? Christmas?"
She moaned in defeat and started pulling off the clothes from Harry's body.
OK, this is kind of weird and humiliating, but at least I get to see Harry's body. Merlin, I'm a pervert! - Ginny almost dared to pull off the boxers, when something got her attention.
"Hmm…nice butt, Malfoy…"
"What did you say, Potter?!" – Malfoy looked at her disbelievingly and Ginny almost smacked herself on the head.
"Just that you have a nice red print from the broomstick on your arse," – Ginny smirked.
"When did you become that interested in my ass?" – Malfoy snapped, red with fury and embarrassment.
"But what's there besides an ass? Does anybody see anything else?" – Ginny looked at her brothers, who were almost rolling on the floor with laughter now.
"No, Malfoy has always been an ass. Nothing more," – Fred managed to utter at last.
Ginny smirked, then with a sigh she pulled off the only remaining piece of clothing from her crush's body at last and followed her brothers to shower stalls, trying not to blush too furiously.
Why did they have to put so many mirrors in here? Men…they always can't get enough of themselves! - Ginny couldn't resist and took a small look at the body she had now. Wow, I never knew Harry looked THAT good without his clothes! Why is he always wearing that baggy pants and robe? He can easily dress like Seamus or Malfoy for that matter. There's no need to wear robes all the time.
She washed Harry's body thoroughly, almost used to her surroundings at last. Her mischievous mind was already plotting the next prank. This time on her long-time crush.
Ginny left shower, trying not to look around too much. She took Harry's spare clothes from his locker.
Hmm…these pants really look too baggy to me. Muggle jeans would look so much better on Harry - Ginny took her wand and transfigured Harry's pants into a nice pair of denims.
I should probably change the boxers to briefs too - hope Harry will never know – he does look like a boxers type of boy to me - Ginny continued her manipulations. She put the pants on and looked at the shirt skeptically.
Red. I know this is Gryffindor colors, but what kind of guy would wear a red shirt?
The one who wears robe all the time, you dolt!
OK, OK. I admit that was a silly question. What color should I make it though? Blue or green? Maybe black will do? It's kind of sexy.
Definitely black then! - Ginny performed last spell on the shirt, put it on and went to the mirror.
Merlin, I'm hot! I mean Harry is. But there's something missing though. Maybe…maybe…Yes, a hairdo. I need a nice, sexy hairdo! Ok, lets see what we can master here.
Ten minutes later Harry emerged from the boys' locker room and immediately bumped into Pansy Parkinson.
OK, here is my chance - Ginny thought, amused. She helped Pansy to stand up but didn't let go of her arm.
"Hmm…Pansy, you look beautiful today. What soft hair you have," – Ginny purred, stroking Pansy's palm. Pansy gawked at Harry, blushing furiously.
"It's a shame you're always hanging around Malfoy. He doesn't deserve you at all," – Ginny was experimenting with Harry's voice, making it sound low and seductive. She watched Pansy literally drooling over Harry, utterly amazed.
Heck, it's going easier than I thought it would. Hold your pants on, girls, I'm coming!
"Ron, what's going on there?" – Harry asked his friend, looking worriedly at the bunch of girls gathered in the schoolyard. He had some unpleasant feeling about this gathering. Something was bothering him.
"I have no idea, but we can go check, I guess. We're small enough to get to the center," – Ron started heading to the gathering, when suddenly he was lifted in the air. The next moment he was staring in Hermione's hazel eyes.
"You'd better not go there, Ron. And especially you, Harry," – Hermione said, trying not to laugh.
The boys looked at each other confused. Just then a high-pitched squeal was heard:
"HARRY! Will you be my boyfriend?!" The crowd of girls started making noises, which definitely showed their disapproval with the statement of one of them. Suddenly a figure appeared in front of Hermione.
"Merlin, I did it again. Guess my pranks will always turn to disasters. I suggest we better leave this place or the Boy-who-lived will become the Boy- who-died in no time."
Suddenly they heard squeals, which could only mean one thing – Harry's disappearance was obviously noticed.
Ginny took Hermione's hand, lifted the black kitten from the ground and yelled: "Run!"
They took off, followed by a crowd of girls.
To be continued…