Showers and Spice and All Things Nice
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. This story is mine though.
Rating: PG-13 at the mo
Pairing: H/G
Notes: This is just pure fluff! I've read a lot of story's involving meetings in and around showers; this is my take on the idea! I realise that I have lots of other fics on the go (including 2 Harry P. ones), but my Ginny muse was starting to beat me up again, she insisted I write this, now!
Feedback: As always, I love feedback :)
Email: kyizifanfic@hotmail.com
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Part Two
Quidditch Boxers
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The house was empty. She was sure that if she was quiet enough and held her breath, she would be able to hear him breathing in the next room. They were finally alone. Ron was with Hermione helping her pick a present for her dad's birthday and her mother was shopping for an anniversary present for her father and everyone else was at work. There was no one in the house but her and Harry, and Ginny was in the mood for a little payback.
Grinning maniacally to herself she allowed a laugh to escape before shaking her head and getting down to business. She had been practising the spell all week and she was determined that it would work. She had been blushing ever since Harry had seen her, well, naked, and she was going to make sure that he was equally as embarrassed as she had felt all week. Payback was fun.
She rolled up her sleeves and stretched her arms and neck before sitting cross-legged on the floor. She wondered if Professor Flitwick would allow her to do the same in class when she told him of her progress. As good as she was at charms, this one spell had forever been the bane of her existence; it just refused to work and she still reddened at the thought of what the Professor had told her was the reason.
"Miss Weasley, until you can get the thing you most want to come to you, your mind will never rest long enough for you to call on anything else."
Well, not any more. Now she was going to make sure that she got exactly what she wanted, and Harry Potter wouldn't be getting away from her so easily.
"Accio."
* * *
She could hear him moving in the room. She was standing outside his door, smirking as she heard things falling over, drawers being thrown this way and that, and she had never suspected that Harry had such a colourful vocabulary. He was pacing now, mumbling to himself, no doubt his face was set in that gorgeous frown that Ginny always wanted to ease of his face, replacing the finger he was trailing along his lips with her own.
Yes, she thought. Everything was going exactly the way she had planned. Standing up straight, she tapped on the door and entered without waiting for a reply. As she walked into Ron's room, she placed on her poker face (she was never quite sure what a poker was, let alone what it's face looked like, but she had heard some of the Muggle born students use the phrase a lot; it seemed appropriate). She took a few steps into the room and was faced with a rather flustered Harry.
Good, she thought, just the way I like him. "You all right, Harry?" She asked nonchalantly, not looking at the almost empty room around them. "You seem a bit tense."
"T-tense?" he spluttered. "Of course I'm tense! Or haven't you noticed the lack of anything?"
"Oh." She said, glancing around the room. Now that she didn't have to pretend not to look, she looked at everything. The empty drawers were strewn across the floor and the bed mattresses were haphazardly lying in a heap under the window. "What happened?" she asked turning back to Harry.
"I don't know! There's nothing material at all in the room! No sheets, no clothes, not even the bloody curtains are here!"
"Nice boxers." She said causing him to stop and frown. In his need to rant and search the room, he seemed to have forgotten that he was wearing nothing but his underwear. Now, however, she noticed him start to squirm, no doubt feeling very aware of what he was, or rather wasn't, wearing.
"I.well, I, there was."
Ginny couldn't help it; she giggled.
* * *
She was giggling. She was actually standing in front of him in a room with nothing in it but him and his boxers and she was giggling. Harry frowned.
Something's not right here, he thought. Ginny hadn't seemed at all that put out that there was nothing in his room, in fact it was almost as if she had expected it. Realisation dawned and he bit back the urge to groan, annoyed with himself that it hadn't occurred to him in the first place.
Grinning, Harry decided that if she wanted to have a little fun at his expense, he might as well let her. After all, it wasn't like he hadn't deserved it, besides he could have some fun himself.
He took a step towards her and noticed that she was eyeing him suspiciously. She had stopped laughing, no doubt noting the predatory stare that seemed to have taken over his eyes. He walked slowly towards her, backing her gently into the wall before she'd even realised it. He smiled. He'd taken her little game and turned it right back round again. Was that a gulp he saw? He was sure it was. Yes, Ginny seemed more than a little flustered.
Good, he thought, just the way I like her. "You all right, Red?" he asked nonchalantly. "You look a little worried."
"W-worried?" she asked, and he bit back a laugh. She looked like a deer caught in headlights, and that was something he could actually say he had seen. His Aunt Petunia wasn't exactly the best of drivers.
Almost as soon as he'd taken the upper hand, things took a drastic turn for the worst. Ginny stepped towards him. Not away, towards. She was standing so close he could feel the edge of her clothes teasing his naked skin. But that wasn't all he was feeling. He gulped, just praying that Ginny wouldn't look down. No, this was definitely worse. Payback was a bitch.
* * *
Ginny grinned and bit back the urge to look down, she didn't need to see anything, she was pretty sure what was there. Oh, that's a nice thought, but not exactly wise, Virginia, she scolded herself. The last thing you need to be thinking of right now is Harry's.well, nether regions! She shook her head a little and glanced into his eyes. He was trapped. She was sure that he wouldn't move even if he could, a gentle nudge in the right place and her suspicions were confirmed. Her grin widened.
"Witch," Harry murmured, but she could see the smirk playing at his lips. She relaxed instantly at his grin, feeling herself relax; the entire atmosphere around them had changed. The tension was still there, she could feel it charging the air around them, but they knew it. It was different now simply because they'd both acknowledged the fact that it was there.
"So," Harry continued. "This is what I get for being a gentleman and giving you back your towel is it?"
"A gentleman!" She cried incredulously, noting too late the twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, you!" she smacked him on the arm and instantly the mood changed. That one small moment of contact made her think exactly what her position was.she was standing in an empty room with Harry.an empty room with an almost naked Harry. She looked up into his eyes and felt herself being drawn into their depths.
After what seemed like an age, their lips met in a sweet, uncertain kiss, as if it was the first time their lips had met, but it wasn't and the slow tenderness didn't last long. She felt herself pressed against his hard body, or was she pulling herself into him, she wasn't sure and she didn't care. She felt her back connect with the wall, and grunted a little at the contact. Hearing Harry mutter a cushioning spell, she felt herself relaxing against the now soft surface and she grinned against his mouth.
* * *
This was wrong, and he knew it. He was in his best friend's room and he was making out with said best friend's little sister. This could never be good, and yet it felt so right. Feeling her grin against his mouth, he pulled her closer and it occurred to him that she was over dressed for the occasion. Smirking he pulled her back for another intense kiss and allowed his hands to travel down her sides. She gasped and after a few moments followed his lead, allowing herself to explore him in a way he had never thought she would. Just as he sensed that things were getting too intense, he heard a noise. Pulling back, he realised that he was breathing as hard as Ginny appeared to be. He smiled at her and felt his insides melt as she smiled back.
"We should."
"Yeah," he sighed and leaned in for another kiss. "We should."
She laughed a little and kissed him again. "We should really get things back in order before the others get back."
"We?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She leaned forward and spoke softly. "Yes, we. After all, if you hadn't seduced me on my way to the shower, I'd never have had to retaliate."
"If this is retaliation, feel free to retaliate whenever you like."
"Sounds like fun to."
"Harry? Ginny?"
"Oh no." The looked at each other wide eyed as they heard footsteps on the landing. It was Mrs. Weasley.
"Harry!" Ginny pleaded, "We can't let my mum find me in here! She'd kill you and I'd be sent to a witchery for the rest of my life. Not to mention what'd happen if dad or the boys heard."
"You don't need to tell me twice." Harry ran to the window and began to fish under the mattresses. After a few moments, he pulled out his Firebolt and handed it to her. Fly into your room with this and."
"I know, I know, if I break it you'll never forgive me."
"Well, that too, but I was going to say, it'd be nice if my clothes were returned."
Ginny grinned and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. "Sure." She ran to the window, stepping out as the footsteps got closer.
"Oh, and Red,"
"Yeah?" she asked floating back into view.
"You do realise this was is only beginning, don't you?"
"I'm counting on it." She winked. "This is war, but, eh, only if you promise to wear those lovely Quidditch boxers next time." She smiled and disappeared from view, just as there was a knock at the door.
"Harry, love, are you dressed?"
Harry smirked. "Eh, no, sorry. I'll be down soon."
"Okay, dear. Do you know where Ginny is?"
"She borrowed my broom earlier, she could be outside if she's not in her room." He heard a noise behind him and turned around in time to see various objects of cloth flying through the window and settling into place. A sheet landed on his head and pulled him towards the bed, trying to set itself into place, with him inside.
"Mph!" Harry struggled and finally fell on the floor with a thud.
"Harry, dear, are you all right?"
"I'm fine, Mrs Weasley, I just slipped on a sheet that's all."
"Hey, mum!"
He smiled and shook his head as Mrs Weasley went down the stairs to greet her daughter. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on with Ginny, but whatever it was, he liked it. He grinned as he pulled on a sweater, Oh yes, he thought, this is definitely going to be a long war if I can help it.
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End of Part Two
A/N: Ginny mentions a Witchery, and I'm using that in the same sense as a nunnery, except for witches, obviously!
And, as always, feedback is wonderful!
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. This story is mine though.
Rating: PG-13 at the mo
Pairing: H/G
Notes: This is just pure fluff! I've read a lot of story's involving meetings in and around showers; this is my take on the idea! I realise that I have lots of other fics on the go (including 2 Harry P. ones), but my Ginny muse was starting to beat me up again, she insisted I write this, now!
Feedback: As always, I love feedback :)
Email: kyizifanfic@hotmail.com
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Part Two
Quidditch Boxers
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The house was empty. She was sure that if she was quiet enough and held her breath, she would be able to hear him breathing in the next room. They were finally alone. Ron was with Hermione helping her pick a present for her dad's birthday and her mother was shopping for an anniversary present for her father and everyone else was at work. There was no one in the house but her and Harry, and Ginny was in the mood for a little payback.
Grinning maniacally to herself she allowed a laugh to escape before shaking her head and getting down to business. She had been practising the spell all week and she was determined that it would work. She had been blushing ever since Harry had seen her, well, naked, and she was going to make sure that he was equally as embarrassed as she had felt all week. Payback was fun.
She rolled up her sleeves and stretched her arms and neck before sitting cross-legged on the floor. She wondered if Professor Flitwick would allow her to do the same in class when she told him of her progress. As good as she was at charms, this one spell had forever been the bane of her existence; it just refused to work and she still reddened at the thought of what the Professor had told her was the reason.
"Miss Weasley, until you can get the thing you most want to come to you, your mind will never rest long enough for you to call on anything else."
Well, not any more. Now she was going to make sure that she got exactly what she wanted, and Harry Potter wouldn't be getting away from her so easily.
"Accio."
* * *
She could hear him moving in the room. She was standing outside his door, smirking as she heard things falling over, drawers being thrown this way and that, and she had never suspected that Harry had such a colourful vocabulary. He was pacing now, mumbling to himself, no doubt his face was set in that gorgeous frown that Ginny always wanted to ease of his face, replacing the finger he was trailing along his lips with her own.
Yes, she thought. Everything was going exactly the way she had planned. Standing up straight, she tapped on the door and entered without waiting for a reply. As she walked into Ron's room, she placed on her poker face (she was never quite sure what a poker was, let alone what it's face looked like, but she had heard some of the Muggle born students use the phrase a lot; it seemed appropriate). She took a few steps into the room and was faced with a rather flustered Harry.
Good, she thought, just the way I like him. "You all right, Harry?" She asked nonchalantly, not looking at the almost empty room around them. "You seem a bit tense."
"T-tense?" he spluttered. "Of course I'm tense! Or haven't you noticed the lack of anything?"
"Oh." She said, glancing around the room. Now that she didn't have to pretend not to look, she looked at everything. The empty drawers were strewn across the floor and the bed mattresses were haphazardly lying in a heap under the window. "What happened?" she asked turning back to Harry.
"I don't know! There's nothing material at all in the room! No sheets, no clothes, not even the bloody curtains are here!"
"Nice boxers." She said causing him to stop and frown. In his need to rant and search the room, he seemed to have forgotten that he was wearing nothing but his underwear. Now, however, she noticed him start to squirm, no doubt feeling very aware of what he was, or rather wasn't, wearing.
"I.well, I, there was."
Ginny couldn't help it; she giggled.
* * *
She was giggling. She was actually standing in front of him in a room with nothing in it but him and his boxers and she was giggling. Harry frowned.
Something's not right here, he thought. Ginny hadn't seemed at all that put out that there was nothing in his room, in fact it was almost as if she had expected it. Realisation dawned and he bit back the urge to groan, annoyed with himself that it hadn't occurred to him in the first place.
Grinning, Harry decided that if she wanted to have a little fun at his expense, he might as well let her. After all, it wasn't like he hadn't deserved it, besides he could have some fun himself.
He took a step towards her and noticed that she was eyeing him suspiciously. She had stopped laughing, no doubt noting the predatory stare that seemed to have taken over his eyes. He walked slowly towards her, backing her gently into the wall before she'd even realised it. He smiled. He'd taken her little game and turned it right back round again. Was that a gulp he saw? He was sure it was. Yes, Ginny seemed more than a little flustered.
Good, he thought, just the way I like her. "You all right, Red?" he asked nonchalantly. "You look a little worried."
"W-worried?" she asked, and he bit back a laugh. She looked like a deer caught in headlights, and that was something he could actually say he had seen. His Aunt Petunia wasn't exactly the best of drivers.
Almost as soon as he'd taken the upper hand, things took a drastic turn for the worst. Ginny stepped towards him. Not away, towards. She was standing so close he could feel the edge of her clothes teasing his naked skin. But that wasn't all he was feeling. He gulped, just praying that Ginny wouldn't look down. No, this was definitely worse. Payback was a bitch.
* * *
Ginny grinned and bit back the urge to look down, she didn't need to see anything, she was pretty sure what was there. Oh, that's a nice thought, but not exactly wise, Virginia, she scolded herself. The last thing you need to be thinking of right now is Harry's.well, nether regions! She shook her head a little and glanced into his eyes. He was trapped. She was sure that he wouldn't move even if he could, a gentle nudge in the right place and her suspicions were confirmed. Her grin widened.
"Witch," Harry murmured, but she could see the smirk playing at his lips. She relaxed instantly at his grin, feeling herself relax; the entire atmosphere around them had changed. The tension was still there, she could feel it charging the air around them, but they knew it. It was different now simply because they'd both acknowledged the fact that it was there.
"So," Harry continued. "This is what I get for being a gentleman and giving you back your towel is it?"
"A gentleman!" She cried incredulously, noting too late the twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, you!" she smacked him on the arm and instantly the mood changed. That one small moment of contact made her think exactly what her position was.she was standing in an empty room with Harry.an empty room with an almost naked Harry. She looked up into his eyes and felt herself being drawn into their depths.
After what seemed like an age, their lips met in a sweet, uncertain kiss, as if it was the first time their lips had met, but it wasn't and the slow tenderness didn't last long. She felt herself pressed against his hard body, or was she pulling herself into him, she wasn't sure and she didn't care. She felt her back connect with the wall, and grunted a little at the contact. Hearing Harry mutter a cushioning spell, she felt herself relaxing against the now soft surface and she grinned against his mouth.
* * *
This was wrong, and he knew it. He was in his best friend's room and he was making out with said best friend's little sister. This could never be good, and yet it felt so right. Feeling her grin against his mouth, he pulled her closer and it occurred to him that she was over dressed for the occasion. Smirking he pulled her back for another intense kiss and allowed his hands to travel down her sides. She gasped and after a few moments followed his lead, allowing herself to explore him in a way he had never thought she would. Just as he sensed that things were getting too intense, he heard a noise. Pulling back, he realised that he was breathing as hard as Ginny appeared to be. He smiled at her and felt his insides melt as she smiled back.
"We should."
"Yeah," he sighed and leaned in for another kiss. "We should."
She laughed a little and kissed him again. "We should really get things back in order before the others get back."
"We?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She leaned forward and spoke softly. "Yes, we. After all, if you hadn't seduced me on my way to the shower, I'd never have had to retaliate."
"If this is retaliation, feel free to retaliate whenever you like."
"Sounds like fun to."
"Harry? Ginny?"
"Oh no." The looked at each other wide eyed as they heard footsteps on the landing. It was Mrs. Weasley.
"Harry!" Ginny pleaded, "We can't let my mum find me in here! She'd kill you and I'd be sent to a witchery for the rest of my life. Not to mention what'd happen if dad or the boys heard."
"You don't need to tell me twice." Harry ran to the window and began to fish under the mattresses. After a few moments, he pulled out his Firebolt and handed it to her. Fly into your room with this and."
"I know, I know, if I break it you'll never forgive me."
"Well, that too, but I was going to say, it'd be nice if my clothes were returned."
Ginny grinned and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. "Sure." She ran to the window, stepping out as the footsteps got closer.
"Oh, and Red,"
"Yeah?" she asked floating back into view.
"You do realise this was is only beginning, don't you?"
"I'm counting on it." She winked. "This is war, but, eh, only if you promise to wear those lovely Quidditch boxers next time." She smiled and disappeared from view, just as there was a knock at the door.
"Harry, love, are you dressed?"
Harry smirked. "Eh, no, sorry. I'll be down soon."
"Okay, dear. Do you know where Ginny is?"
"She borrowed my broom earlier, she could be outside if she's not in her room." He heard a noise behind him and turned around in time to see various objects of cloth flying through the window and settling into place. A sheet landed on his head and pulled him towards the bed, trying to set itself into place, with him inside.
"Mph!" Harry struggled and finally fell on the floor with a thud.
"Harry, dear, are you all right?"
"I'm fine, Mrs Weasley, I just slipped on a sheet that's all."
"Hey, mum!"
He smiled and shook his head as Mrs Weasley went down the stairs to greet her daughter. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on with Ginny, but whatever it was, he liked it. He grinned as he pulled on a sweater, Oh yes, he thought, this is definitely going to be a long war if I can help it.
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End of Part Two
A/N: Ginny mentions a Witchery, and I'm using that in the same sense as a nunnery, except for witches, obviously!
And, as always, feedback is wonderful!