Harry relaxed in the burrow's bathtub, an old white basin that took up three feet
of space in the bathroom yet could easily fit Harry lying flat in it head to toe. It had no
drain either, the water simply disappeared when the bath was over, leaving the bather dry
but still clean instantly. These things were not onHarry's mind though as he lay and enjoyed
the sweet smelling bath.
Voldemort was back and at full power it seemed, Mr. Weasley was spending almost
every wakingmoment at the office trying to think up some countermeasure to his once again
rising power and accompanying streak of terror. Harry had never seen the Weasleys more
subdued and suspected that the same was happening across every wizard household as they got
the news. These things were not on Harry's mind though as he lay and enjoyed theperfect
temperature of the bath.
Harry's fifth year at hogwarts was starting in just three days, they were planning
to set out for Diagon Alley the next day to pick up the five kids' schoolmaterials and they
were hopefully to meet Hermione there, and if not there at King's Cross the following day.
Hogwarts was sure to be different now that Voldemort was back. Security measures would
surely be in place, even though Voldemort's only real competition in the world resided
there. Yet these thingswere not on Harry's mind though as he lay and enjoyed the soothing
music the bath played for him.
Harry's thoughts lie on one thing, or rather, one girl. Ginny had been getting
considerably braver around Harry. Her attemts to show her affection were getting much more
obvious and Harry wondered how much longer he thought that he could ignore her actions as
those of an incredibly shy fan of 'The Boy Who Lived.' Harry's bath was soon turning sour
as his skin was growing shriveled and the bath was slowly turning the bath's scents and
temperature a little less pleasant in order to speed him out. Harry left the bath and was
dry before he could even think to reach for a towel. Unfortunately for poor Harry, Fred or
George (probably both) had decided it would be a rather funny joke to sneak into the
bathroom and steal all articles of clothing from the area. Harry might have agreed, (that
it was funny, not that they had his permission to do that) had he not been the subject of
the joke. Quickly weighing his options Harry decided not to call for help as it would point
out his extremely embarrassing situation and draw undue punishment to Fred and George who
were playing a simple joke. He also decided not to simply wait until he could calmly
request help from Ron who would be passing by to his room once he was finished with some
garden work, but that could take an hour of waiting in the cold bathroom nude. He decided
to just take a breakfor Ron's room where he could get a spare set of clothing and simply
hoped that Ginny was still at a friend's house as Fred had told him before he went into the
bath.
Somewhere in his subconscious Harry was able to put the letter 'T' with the letters
'r-o-u-b-l-e' and deduced the answer, but all his conscious was able to come up with was a
ringing, whistling, spinning sound that reminded him of the pocket sneakoscope still wrapped
in one of Uncle Vernon's old socks. He steeled his resolve and opened the door a crack to
make sure no one was in the immediate area and opened the door all the way. Harry dashed up
the stairs and rounded the turn on the second floor landing and sprinted up the rest of the
way to Ron's room. He slowed, thinking his chances of discovery slim to nothing when he
grasped the doorknob to Ron's room. He opened the door and breezed in calmly, shutting the
door behind him. It was around that time that he noticed the figure sitting at the foot of
Ron's bed. Ginny politely averted her eyes but was still able to out shine her flaming hair
with the deepest blush Harry had ever seen on her, and Harry was close behind as he covered
himself up. Ginny coughed.
"Sorry... Er... I - I just got out of the bath... my clothes were gone."
"S'ok, weren't expecting me."
They were both trying to play it down and act casual, both were failing miserably,
especially since Ginny kept helping herself to more furtive glances toward Harry's groin.
"Uhm, I'll just put on some clothes then." Harry said, not quite sure what tone he
should take. Ginny turned around as Harry gathered some clothes but took another peek as he
was pulling on his underwear. He finished dressing and Ginny turned back around. The tension
was enormous between them. Harry finally broke the stretching silence, "I uh... guess I'll
go see Ron... or something." Harry turned for the door, but Ginny spoke.
"Wait Harry, I have to talk to you."
Harry might have just left anyway under normal conditions, tensions were too high between
them just now, but she held an extremely powerful psychological weapon against Harry Potter,
she knew what color underwear he was wearing. This is a little known fact, but is widely
appreciated that if someone knows what color undergarments you are currently wearing they
will hold a strange sort of power over you. This of course is demonstrated clearly by
Super-Man the movie when interviewed by Lois Lane she asks if he can tell what color
underwear she has on, she is asking if he can hold that sort of weapon over all he meets.
Back to the point Harry decided to stay, despite the room being several degrees
warmer because of all the blushing done there recently. Ginny looked deeply into Harry's
eyes without averting them for the first time since they met.
"Harry, I think you know what this is about." Harry was the first to break
the gaze by shifting his wieght, "Yeah I think so." He said beginning to sneer. Ginny was
taken aback by his cruel expression but continued what she had planned anyway.
"I'm not going to force a confrontation yet as I know pretty well where I stand
currently." Ginny said, not able to restore the eye contact of just a few seconds past.
Harry's eyes narrowed, "Yeah right." And turned around to leave. Ginny grabbed his arm
stoping him, "What ARE you talking about?" Harry shook his arm free,
"You don't really love me at all, you fell for my fame before you had even seen me
in person." Ginny drew herself up, rage boiling in her eyes,
"I was smitten with your fame and that you were near my age. Now that I have met
you I have fallen in love." Ginny's lip curled up, showing anger, but her lower lip was
trembling. Harry said in a cold, dangerous voice that scared both of them,
"Do you love me? or 'The Boy Who Lived'?" Ginny narrowedher eyes,
"I don't know, they're both standing in front of me."
Somehow that statement diffused both their tempers. Harry took a step back, surprised he
was that angry about such silly things. He apologetically rubbed the back of his head,
"Sorry about that, I guess I just got carried away." Ginny smiled at him and for
once he was the one to blush and avert his eyes.
"So... what were you saying, before I interrupted?" Ginny took a deep breath.
"I just want you to start seriously considering me." Harry didn't know how to respond.
Ginny continued her voice growing a little tearful as she went, "I know I can't compete
with Cho when it comes to looks or Quidditch skill, I've got these horrible freckles and
I'm a dead-weight on a broomstick, and I know I can't compete with Hermione when it comes
to schoolwork but I try my best and I seem to get by..." Ginny started to trail off,
looking expectantly at Harry.
It took him a moment to absorb what she was telling him. Harry came back to the
present when he realized Ginny was quaking with tears. He embraced her and muttered into
her ear, "I promise to consider you romantically from now on." Ginny smiled against his
shoulder and whispered tearfully, "thank you."
Harry held her at arm's length, "Why do you think I like Hermione, we're just
friends." Ginny nodded too quickly for Harry's liking, "Sure, just covering my bases."
Harry raised an eyebrow, "and how do you know I like Cho?" Ginny rolled her eyes, "Come on,
Harry, that's all around school, if you wanted others not to know you might have tried a
bit harder." Ginny laughed at Harry's shocked expression.
Abruptly Ginny disengaged herself and wiped her eyes, "Well, I'd better go make an
appearance or the rest of the family will think we're making out or something." She walked
to the door and hesitated. She looked to Harry and timidly said (blushing again),
"I uh I saw you in - well less than your underwear and we should be on even terms
as far as that goes so I guess this is only fair." With that Ginny opened her robe, wearing
only panties and a bra underneath. Harry didn't seem to mind too much, but then he took in
a breath sharply and his vision focused to a point about five inches above Ginny's head.
Harry weakly grined and managed to get out:
"Hi Mr. Weasley"
of space in the bathroom yet could easily fit Harry lying flat in it head to toe. It had no
drain either, the water simply disappeared when the bath was over, leaving the bather dry
but still clean instantly. These things were not onHarry's mind though as he lay and enjoyed
the sweet smelling bath.
Voldemort was back and at full power it seemed, Mr. Weasley was spending almost
every wakingmoment at the office trying to think up some countermeasure to his once again
rising power and accompanying streak of terror. Harry had never seen the Weasleys more
subdued and suspected that the same was happening across every wizard household as they got
the news. These things were not on Harry's mind though as he lay and enjoyed theperfect
temperature of the bath.
Harry's fifth year at hogwarts was starting in just three days, they were planning
to set out for Diagon Alley the next day to pick up the five kids' schoolmaterials and they
were hopefully to meet Hermione there, and if not there at King's Cross the following day.
Hogwarts was sure to be different now that Voldemort was back. Security measures would
surely be in place, even though Voldemort's only real competition in the world resided
there. Yet these thingswere not on Harry's mind though as he lay and enjoyed the soothing
music the bath played for him.
Harry's thoughts lie on one thing, or rather, one girl. Ginny had been getting
considerably braver around Harry. Her attemts to show her affection were getting much more
obvious and Harry wondered how much longer he thought that he could ignore her actions as
those of an incredibly shy fan of 'The Boy Who Lived.' Harry's bath was soon turning sour
as his skin was growing shriveled and the bath was slowly turning the bath's scents and
temperature a little less pleasant in order to speed him out. Harry left the bath and was
dry before he could even think to reach for a towel. Unfortunately for poor Harry, Fred or
George (probably both) had decided it would be a rather funny joke to sneak into the
bathroom and steal all articles of clothing from the area. Harry might have agreed, (that
it was funny, not that they had his permission to do that) had he not been the subject of
the joke. Quickly weighing his options Harry decided not to call for help as it would point
out his extremely embarrassing situation and draw undue punishment to Fred and George who
were playing a simple joke. He also decided not to simply wait until he could calmly
request help from Ron who would be passing by to his room once he was finished with some
garden work, but that could take an hour of waiting in the cold bathroom nude. He decided
to just take a breakfor Ron's room where he could get a spare set of clothing and simply
hoped that Ginny was still at a friend's house as Fred had told him before he went into the
bath.
Somewhere in his subconscious Harry was able to put the letter 'T' with the letters
'r-o-u-b-l-e' and deduced the answer, but all his conscious was able to come up with was a
ringing, whistling, spinning sound that reminded him of the pocket sneakoscope still wrapped
in one of Uncle Vernon's old socks. He steeled his resolve and opened the door a crack to
make sure no one was in the immediate area and opened the door all the way. Harry dashed up
the stairs and rounded the turn on the second floor landing and sprinted up the rest of the
way to Ron's room. He slowed, thinking his chances of discovery slim to nothing when he
grasped the doorknob to Ron's room. He opened the door and breezed in calmly, shutting the
door behind him. It was around that time that he noticed the figure sitting at the foot of
Ron's bed. Ginny politely averted her eyes but was still able to out shine her flaming hair
with the deepest blush Harry had ever seen on her, and Harry was close behind as he covered
himself up. Ginny coughed.
"Sorry... Er... I - I just got out of the bath... my clothes were gone."
"S'ok, weren't expecting me."
They were both trying to play it down and act casual, both were failing miserably,
especially since Ginny kept helping herself to more furtive glances toward Harry's groin.
"Uhm, I'll just put on some clothes then." Harry said, not quite sure what tone he
should take. Ginny turned around as Harry gathered some clothes but took another peek as he
was pulling on his underwear. He finished dressing and Ginny turned back around. The tension
was enormous between them. Harry finally broke the stretching silence, "I uh... guess I'll
go see Ron... or something." Harry turned for the door, but Ginny spoke.
"Wait Harry, I have to talk to you."
Harry might have just left anyway under normal conditions, tensions were too high between
them just now, but she held an extremely powerful psychological weapon against Harry Potter,
she knew what color underwear he was wearing. This is a little known fact, but is widely
appreciated that if someone knows what color undergarments you are currently wearing they
will hold a strange sort of power over you. This of course is demonstrated clearly by
Super-Man the movie when interviewed by Lois Lane she asks if he can tell what color
underwear she has on, she is asking if he can hold that sort of weapon over all he meets.
Back to the point Harry decided to stay, despite the room being several degrees
warmer because of all the blushing done there recently. Ginny looked deeply into Harry's
eyes without averting them for the first time since they met.
"Harry, I think you know what this is about." Harry was the first to break
the gaze by shifting his wieght, "Yeah I think so." He said beginning to sneer. Ginny was
taken aback by his cruel expression but continued what she had planned anyway.
"I'm not going to force a confrontation yet as I know pretty well where I stand
currently." Ginny said, not able to restore the eye contact of just a few seconds past.
Harry's eyes narrowed, "Yeah right." And turned around to leave. Ginny grabbed his arm
stoping him, "What ARE you talking about?" Harry shook his arm free,
"You don't really love me at all, you fell for my fame before you had even seen me
in person." Ginny drew herself up, rage boiling in her eyes,
"I was smitten with your fame and that you were near my age. Now that I have met
you I have fallen in love." Ginny's lip curled up, showing anger, but her lower lip was
trembling. Harry said in a cold, dangerous voice that scared both of them,
"Do you love me? or 'The Boy Who Lived'?" Ginny narrowedher eyes,
"I don't know, they're both standing in front of me."
Somehow that statement diffused both their tempers. Harry took a step back, surprised he
was that angry about such silly things. He apologetically rubbed the back of his head,
"Sorry about that, I guess I just got carried away." Ginny smiled at him and for
once he was the one to blush and avert his eyes.
"So... what were you saying, before I interrupted?" Ginny took a deep breath.
"I just want you to start seriously considering me." Harry didn't know how to respond.
Ginny continued her voice growing a little tearful as she went, "I know I can't compete
with Cho when it comes to looks or Quidditch skill, I've got these horrible freckles and
I'm a dead-weight on a broomstick, and I know I can't compete with Hermione when it comes
to schoolwork but I try my best and I seem to get by..." Ginny started to trail off,
looking expectantly at Harry.
It took him a moment to absorb what she was telling him. Harry came back to the
present when he realized Ginny was quaking with tears. He embraced her and muttered into
her ear, "I promise to consider you romantically from now on." Ginny smiled against his
shoulder and whispered tearfully, "thank you."
Harry held her at arm's length, "Why do you think I like Hermione, we're just
friends." Ginny nodded too quickly for Harry's liking, "Sure, just covering my bases."
Harry raised an eyebrow, "and how do you know I like Cho?" Ginny rolled her eyes, "Come on,
Harry, that's all around school, if you wanted others not to know you might have tried a
bit harder." Ginny laughed at Harry's shocked expression.
Abruptly Ginny disengaged herself and wiped her eyes, "Well, I'd better go make an
appearance or the rest of the family will think we're making out or something." She walked
to the door and hesitated. She looked to Harry and timidly said (blushing again),
"I uh I saw you in - well less than your underwear and we should be on even terms
as far as that goes so I guess this is only fair." With that Ginny opened her robe, wearing
only panties and a bra underneath. Harry didn't seem to mind too much, but then he took in
a breath sharply and his vision focused to a point about five inches above Ginny's head.
Harry weakly grined and managed to get out:
"Hi Mr. Weasley"