Chapter 36- The Shower Incident
For the past three days, Harry had entered the Great Hall to be met with the sight of ribbons. White ribbons, hanging in the air, bearing the legend "Happy Christmas".
He found he rather enjoyed it.
Deep in concentration, Harry was about to make the move that would allow him to capture Ron's queen. *Maybe I should just let him win. Whoa! What am I saying? He'll win anyway!*
"Knight to E3."
Ron lost his queen. Four moves later, he had checkmated Harry.
Harry stood, stretched, and went to his room to remove some of his many layers. He wanted to go out flying, but Professor McGonagall refused to let them practice that day. Harry had looked out of the window to see sleet pelting down. He grumbled for an hour about professors being completely unfair.
"I'm taking a shower," he announced.
"See you in about two hours, then," Ron grinned, and he started for the door.
"Ron, wait." Harry took a deep breath as he turned to face him. He felt his heart flutter, and his head spun. He swayed a little, but Ron was by his side in a flash, holding his arm. "I don't want to be alone right now." Harry put a hand to his head, wondering what could be wrong with him.
"It's all right, Harry. I'm not going anywhere." Ron helped him into the bathroom, where suddenly he was all right again. Rolling his eyes at his own unpredictable condition, Harry proceeded to remove the rest of his clothes, then started the water.
"My, my," the mirror remarked. "I don't mind looking at that for another two hours."
"Hey, watch it," Ron snapped. "That's my boyfriend you're reflecting."
"Ron, get a grip. It's a mirror." Harry smiled as he pulled the shower door closed. He sighed as the heat of the water relaxed him. For a while he slowly washed his hair and body as he enjoyed the shower.
Ron was still there, Harry could tell by listening to the periodical mumbling and shuffling of feet. He kept locking and unlocking the door, unable to decide whether he wanted anyone else to enter the bathroom. Harry laughed inwardly as he pictured exactly what Ron was doing to keep himself busy out there.
"Ron," he called suddenly. He had just been infused with spontaneity.
"What?"
"Come over here. Oh, but you might want to take off some of your clothes first."
Apparently, this gave Ron some idea of Harry's idea, and he took them all off. Harry opened the door to the shower partway to glimpse him as he approached. This was the first time Harry had ever seen Ron nude, and vice versa. Ron had developed muscles in his chest, abdomen, and arms, and Harry found the look incredibly attractive.
When Ron was close enough, Harry grabbed his arm and pulled him in. Closing the door quickly, he shoved Ron against the wall. Ron grabbed Harry by the waist and drew him close, their hips touching.
It did not take them long to progress to snogging- not long at all. Harry pressed his lips forcefully on Ron's, and Ron responded by pulling Harry tighter into him. Their slick bodies slid against each other rapturously. Harry felt himself rising…
The door suddenly opened, and someone entered. They froze. "Ron…I thought you locked the door."
Ron put a hand to his forehead. "Oh no, I forgot to lock it again before I-" Harry put his hand over Ron's mouth.
"Hello?" Neville's voice called. "Anyone here?" Neither of them answered. "Oh, well." He left again three minutes later.
Relieved that they were alone again, Harry and Ron burst out laughing. "Ron, I love you. Go lock the door."
"Next time we're using the Prefects' bathroom."
"Oo, bubbles…"
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"Um…Ron, I have a serious problem." Harry had just searched his trunk five times over, and he had searched in every other place he might keep his belongings.
"What, Harry? Did you get your period?"
"Ron, be *serious*. But no, I didn't."
"Okay, what happened?"
Harry beckoned Ron closer to whisper in his ear. "The cloak is gone."
"What? What do you think happened to it?"
"I don't know, Ron. That's why it's a serious problem. And no one will be able to *see* them, you know? This is quite something, isn't it." He shook his head.
"Who would steal it from you?"
"Well, it would have to be a Gryffindor," Harry began.
"Uh-oh. This is going to take a while. I think we can rule out the Creeveys, since they're in love with you."
"I thought that was you?" Harry teased.
"Oh, right. Then obviously I didn't do it either."
"Ron, shut up."
"Okay. Hermione's never in the dorm anymore, so it wasn't her-"
"Even if she was, she wouldn't steal from me. Be sensible, Ron."
"Well, you never know. I mean, she did start dating Malfoy."
"I guess you're right. But she wouldn't steal. That's just so not her."
"Oh, yeah, I just remembered. Not many people know you have it. That should make it easier."
"So who does know?"
"Well, there's Dumbledore and Snape, and Moody- I mean, Barty Crouch, so never mind. Me, you, Hermione, Ginny…I think that's it, of the people who are here."
Harry thought for a moment. "Have you seen Ginny or Seamus today?"
"Come to think of it, not since our shower."
"Ron, do you think Ginny would have taken it?"
Ron looked as though realization had just whacked him over the head with a broom. "If she had a good reason to… we have to let Dumbledore know."
"No, Ron. Listen, I trust Ginny. She wouldn't take it without a good reason, and obviously she wanted it so that no one could see where she was going. My guess is, she followed Seamus to St. Mungo's. She'll return the cloak," Harry said with stony certainty.
"You sure?" Ron asked, drawing Harry into a hug.
"Yes. Just let her do what she needs to do."
Ron led Harry up to his room, telling him that he would distract him from the cloak. "Okay, Harry," he said when the door had been locked, and a Silencing Charm placed on the room, along with a Sealing Charm. He reached for the box of Every Flavor Condoms, which they were keeping in Ron's room for privacy's sake.
Two minutes later, Ron spat onto the floor. "Let's try another one," he said, making a face. "That one tasted like paint thinner."
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When Harry later returned to his own room, he found a note on his bed.
~*Dear Harry,
I'm sorry I took the cloak without asking. I had use of it, and you weren't around. I think you were in the shower. Anyway, I had to take it. I'm very sorry, I hope you can forgive me. I put it back in your trunk when I came back. Also, you'll probably be happy to know, Seamus's mother now remembers everything, and Seamus and I are back together. I think he's almost convinced to apologize to you and rejoin the team.
My Deepest Apologies, Ginny*~
End Chapter 36
Is this appropriate for PG-13, do you think, or should I up the rating? I know it's not even that bad, but…yeah.
Once again, thank you for the reviews, I'm glad you like the last chapter, with the hickeys and all. Ahem. Yes, well.
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For the past three days, Harry had entered the Great Hall to be met with the sight of ribbons. White ribbons, hanging in the air, bearing the legend "Happy Christmas".
He found he rather enjoyed it.
Deep in concentration, Harry was about to make the move that would allow him to capture Ron's queen. *Maybe I should just let him win. Whoa! What am I saying? He'll win anyway!*
"Knight to E3."
Ron lost his queen. Four moves later, he had checkmated Harry.
Harry stood, stretched, and went to his room to remove some of his many layers. He wanted to go out flying, but Professor McGonagall refused to let them practice that day. Harry had looked out of the window to see sleet pelting down. He grumbled for an hour about professors being completely unfair.
"I'm taking a shower," he announced.
"See you in about two hours, then," Ron grinned, and he started for the door.
"Ron, wait." Harry took a deep breath as he turned to face him. He felt his heart flutter, and his head spun. He swayed a little, but Ron was by his side in a flash, holding his arm. "I don't want to be alone right now." Harry put a hand to his head, wondering what could be wrong with him.
"It's all right, Harry. I'm not going anywhere." Ron helped him into the bathroom, where suddenly he was all right again. Rolling his eyes at his own unpredictable condition, Harry proceeded to remove the rest of his clothes, then started the water.
"My, my," the mirror remarked. "I don't mind looking at that for another two hours."
"Hey, watch it," Ron snapped. "That's my boyfriend you're reflecting."
"Ron, get a grip. It's a mirror." Harry smiled as he pulled the shower door closed. He sighed as the heat of the water relaxed him. For a while he slowly washed his hair and body as he enjoyed the shower.
Ron was still there, Harry could tell by listening to the periodical mumbling and shuffling of feet. He kept locking and unlocking the door, unable to decide whether he wanted anyone else to enter the bathroom. Harry laughed inwardly as he pictured exactly what Ron was doing to keep himself busy out there.
"Ron," he called suddenly. He had just been infused with spontaneity.
"What?"
"Come over here. Oh, but you might want to take off some of your clothes first."
Apparently, this gave Ron some idea of Harry's idea, and he took them all off. Harry opened the door to the shower partway to glimpse him as he approached. This was the first time Harry had ever seen Ron nude, and vice versa. Ron had developed muscles in his chest, abdomen, and arms, and Harry found the look incredibly attractive.
When Ron was close enough, Harry grabbed his arm and pulled him in. Closing the door quickly, he shoved Ron against the wall. Ron grabbed Harry by the waist and drew him close, their hips touching.
It did not take them long to progress to snogging- not long at all. Harry pressed his lips forcefully on Ron's, and Ron responded by pulling Harry tighter into him. Their slick bodies slid against each other rapturously. Harry felt himself rising…
The door suddenly opened, and someone entered. They froze. "Ron…I thought you locked the door."
Ron put a hand to his forehead. "Oh no, I forgot to lock it again before I-" Harry put his hand over Ron's mouth.
"Hello?" Neville's voice called. "Anyone here?" Neither of them answered. "Oh, well." He left again three minutes later.
Relieved that they were alone again, Harry and Ron burst out laughing. "Ron, I love you. Go lock the door."
"Next time we're using the Prefects' bathroom."
"Oo, bubbles…"
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"Um…Ron, I have a serious problem." Harry had just searched his trunk five times over, and he had searched in every other place he might keep his belongings.
"What, Harry? Did you get your period?"
"Ron, be *serious*. But no, I didn't."
"Okay, what happened?"
Harry beckoned Ron closer to whisper in his ear. "The cloak is gone."
"What? What do you think happened to it?"
"I don't know, Ron. That's why it's a serious problem. And no one will be able to *see* them, you know? This is quite something, isn't it." He shook his head.
"Who would steal it from you?"
"Well, it would have to be a Gryffindor," Harry began.
"Uh-oh. This is going to take a while. I think we can rule out the Creeveys, since they're in love with you."
"I thought that was you?" Harry teased.
"Oh, right. Then obviously I didn't do it either."
"Ron, shut up."
"Okay. Hermione's never in the dorm anymore, so it wasn't her-"
"Even if she was, she wouldn't steal from me. Be sensible, Ron."
"Well, you never know. I mean, she did start dating Malfoy."
"I guess you're right. But she wouldn't steal. That's just so not her."
"Oh, yeah, I just remembered. Not many people know you have it. That should make it easier."
"So who does know?"
"Well, there's Dumbledore and Snape, and Moody- I mean, Barty Crouch, so never mind. Me, you, Hermione, Ginny…I think that's it, of the people who are here."
Harry thought for a moment. "Have you seen Ginny or Seamus today?"
"Come to think of it, not since our shower."
"Ron, do you think Ginny would have taken it?"
Ron looked as though realization had just whacked him over the head with a broom. "If she had a good reason to… we have to let Dumbledore know."
"No, Ron. Listen, I trust Ginny. She wouldn't take it without a good reason, and obviously she wanted it so that no one could see where she was going. My guess is, she followed Seamus to St. Mungo's. She'll return the cloak," Harry said with stony certainty.
"You sure?" Ron asked, drawing Harry into a hug.
"Yes. Just let her do what she needs to do."
Ron led Harry up to his room, telling him that he would distract him from the cloak. "Okay, Harry," he said when the door had been locked, and a Silencing Charm placed on the room, along with a Sealing Charm. He reached for the box of Every Flavor Condoms, which they were keeping in Ron's room for privacy's sake.
Two minutes later, Ron spat onto the floor. "Let's try another one," he said, making a face. "That one tasted like paint thinner."
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When Harry later returned to his own room, he found a note on his bed.
~*Dear Harry,
I'm sorry I took the cloak without asking. I had use of it, and you weren't around. I think you were in the shower. Anyway, I had to take it. I'm very sorry, I hope you can forgive me. I put it back in your trunk when I came back. Also, you'll probably be happy to know, Seamus's mother now remembers everything, and Seamus and I are back together. I think he's almost convinced to apologize to you and rejoin the team.
My Deepest Apologies, Ginny*~
End Chapter 36
Is this appropriate for PG-13, do you think, or should I up the rating? I know it's not even that bad, but…yeah.
Once again, thank you for the reviews, I'm glad you like the last chapter, with the hickeys and all. Ahem. Yes, well.
Review for confetti! Every Flavor Confetti!