Disclaimer: Boy is this getting annoying. I don't own these characters; the only thing I own is the plot.
A/N: GGRRRRR…I remember I saw some comedian talking about computers one time. It was about how some days your computer will just up and go "Hey, I don't feel like working today. Guess your shit outta luck!" Well that's what my computer did to me when I tried to type this. It ate half of what I already had typed so the first part of this chapter is basically crap, but that's just my opinion. I swear what I originally had was a lot better. Stupid computer…anyway, I apologize for the delay.
*Rub-A-Dub-Dub*
She grasped the knob and turned…
"Oh my god, Harry…oh, I'm so sorry. Oh gods, I swear I didn't see anything" Ginny's hand flew up to cover her eyes and her head spun around so fast she was surprised her neck didn't snap.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I just saw Harry Potter naked. The Boy-Who-Lived in all his glory. What am I supposed to do now? Just pretend it never happened? Forget it? Oh, but there's no way I could forget that…all those years of Quiddich and DADA have certainly paid off nicely.
For the moment Ginny walked in the door, Harry had been stepping out of the shower, wearing nothing but the smile on his face.
Even though she was facing a corner, Ginny knew that the red of her face was probably reflecting off the walls and illuminating the entire room. Not only had she walking in on Harry, but donning only a towel, wasn't wearing much more herself.
"Uh, Gin? Do you think you could hand me a towel. You're kinda blocking the closet." She heard him call from behind.
She reached into the closer and grabbed a towel off the shelf. She was already turning to hand it to him before she remembered their 'situation'. Luckily for Ginny, Harry had wrapped himself in the shower curtain, preventing her from seeing anything again.
He took the towel but didn't retreat from his curtain refuge. Ginny thought she saw his eyes slowly wander down her body, but quickly dismissed the idea.
"You mind giving me a little privacy here?" He said, nodding towards the door.
"Oh, yea, sure. I'll just come back when you've finished." Ginny turned back around and made a beeline for the door, silently hoping that he wasn't staring at her ass as she walked away.
She reached the door and turned the knob, not waiting for the door to actually open before she started walking. Her body hit the door with a loud thump and broke her out of her daze.
"Gods, Ginny, are you alright?" Harry hurried up beside her, having securely wrapped the towel around his waist.
"Yea, I'm fine. I'll be going now." She muttered and turned back to the door, trying to hide her embarrassment. She tried turning the knob this time, but found it to be jammed. She continued banging and pulling on the door, but was still unsuccessful.
"Here, let me give it a try." Harry said, as he stepped up next to her. He fiddled with the handle and gave the door a few forceful shoves with his shoulder.
"You wouldn't happen to have your wand with, would you?" He asked, rubbing his arm. Ginny shook her head and grabbed the door again.
"Why don't we both try together? Two people have to be better than one." He suggested. Harry walked up and they attempted once again to open the door. Unfortunately with two sets of hands, neither could get a firm grasp on the handle and they gave up after a few minutes. Sitting in silence they both tried to think of ways to get out. Suddenly Ginny came up with an idea.
"What if I get a good hold on the doorknob and you helped pull from behind? Do you think that'll work?" She asked him. Harry shrugged; after all, it was worth a try.
"Okay, on the count of three." Harry said as he wrapped his arms around Ginny's waist. As he did this, Ginny prayed to every god or saint that she had ever heard of that her towel would stay up.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
There was a loud crash as the door opened causing both Harry and Ginny to fly backwards. Ginny felt her legs slip out from under her as the rug underneath her feet slid forward, sending her crashing back into Harry. They hit the edge of the bathtub and Harry, in an attempt to keep them from falling, lunged for the shower curtain. Unfortunately all this succeeded in doing was pulling the curtain down around them as they crashed into the tub; a twisted up, tangled mess of curtains, limbs and towels.
"My, my, my, what do we have here?" Came a voice from the figure standing in the hallway. Ginny struggled to unwrap the shower curtain from around her and managed to pop her head over the rim of the tub.
"Bill…you're here early. How was your trip?"
One thing 30 year old Bill Weasley did not expect to see when he arrived home for Christmas holiday was his little sister, wearing nothing but a towel, wrapped in the arms of a strange man in the bathtub. Strange, that was, until he realized who it was.
"Christ…Harry…is that you?" Bill asked as he saw another head emerge from the jumble of curtains. Harry looked up and smiled sheepishly at him, giving him a small wave.
Oh gods, not again. If I keep getting caught in compromising situations with Ginny, her family's gonna kick me out. That's all I need, to have all her brothers think I'm sexually harassing their sister in the bathroom. At least he seems a bit calmer than Charlie was…
"Hiya Bill? How's Fleur doing? Good I hope," he said as he slowly began to untangle himself, getting up and extending a hand to help Ginny.
Ginny took his hand and stepped out of the tub, turning to face her oldest brother, trying her hardest to keep the blush to a minimum. As she made sure her towel was still wrapped tightly around her, she heard the sound muffled laughter.
"Do you think this is funny, you stupid prat? Did Fred and George put you up to this? If I find out you were out there holding that door I will hex you so bad I assure you, Mom will have to wait for one of her other children to get married and produce her first grandchild." Her face was still red, but it was no longer from embarrassment, rather from anger.
"I was simply passing by when I heard you bang on the door; I know how it gets stuck sometimes. I was just trying to help out. How was I to know you'd be in here with Harry? Let me give you a little advice Gin, next time you want to try to get some 'alone time' with your boyfriend, I'd suggest putting a silencing charm or lock..." A blur of red suddenly streaked across the room as Ginny charged at her brother.
"HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO
TELL YOU ALL? WE'RE FRIENDS! CAN'T YOU GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULLS? THERE
IS NO ATTRACTION HERE! NOW GET OUT!" Ginny was accentuating each stressed word
by hitting her brother in the chest, pushing him back out the door.
"Okay, okay…" Ginny slammed the door shut in his face before he could finish his apology.
Ginny let out a groan of frustration and sat down on the side of the tub. Harry, not knowing quite what to do and also being slightly afraid of her, hesitated before he spoke.
"Uh, Gin. If everything is okay here, I'm just gonna head on out," He pointed over to the door, waiting for a response.
"Yea, everything is fine. Listen, I really am sorry about walking in on you…" She was trying to be serious, but as soon as she thought about that moment she had to fight back a giggle. She obviously was doing a poor job of it, as Harry noticed and starting laughing as well.
"I suppose it's only fair. After all, Ron and I did kinda embarrass you this morning. Albeit you were fully clothed,"
"Um…excuse me? If you haven't noticed I'm wearing a towel. That's hardly 'fully clothed'. Plus your brother didn't walk in and accuse you of messing around in a bath tub." Ginny continued talking for a few moments but Harry wasn't really paying attention.
How could I NOT notice that's all you're wearing. If your brother hadn't walked in when he did I might have had to show you how much I didn't notice…okay I should leave. Right now. He was laughing along with Ginny, but his mind was elsewhere. I should defiantly go…
"You know what? We should probably go. I'm sure you want get ready. Dinner will be ready soon, and you'll probably want to take a shower, fix your hair…"
"Are you implying that I do not look smashing as is? That I need fancy clothes and make-up to look good?" Ginny said jokingly.
Gods no. You look gorgeous just the way you are, but I'm sure your family wouldn't appreciate what I would do to you if you went down like that…why am I thinking this? Seriously Potter, stop thinking about Gin that way. You heard her, no attraction. She doesn't like you like that…but she certainly was staring an awful lot.
For that is exactly what Ginny had been doing for the past few minutes, her eyes slowly drifting down his body; his eyes, his chest, his arms…
Girl, get your self together. He's gonna notice you staring. And you just went on that whole rant about how you're over him. Eyes…keep it on the eyes. Oh fuck, he needs to leave so I can take a shower, a cold one.
Harry spoke again, causing her eyes to fly back up to meet with his.
"I'm didn't mean to imply anything. You look beautiful; I just didn't think you'd want to go to dinner covered in flour. Hey, were you guys even using flour? I don't remember seeing any down there?" He had a confused look on his face, but shrugged it away.
"Anyways, I'll be leaving then. Um, I'll see you at dinner." He gave a small nod and walked past her, out the door and down the hall.
As Ginny turned on the water, preparing to wash off the lovely flour-water-paste mix that had formed on her face when she had fallen into the tub, only one thing was on her mind.
He said I looked beautiful.
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A/N 2: I know in a lot of the other fanfics I've read the authors do this, so I figured I would take a little time and do it as well. So, many thanks to those who reviewed the last few chapters:
MarkoQuill; Aniangel – I'm sorry…I know that this kind of thing has probably happened in other stories, but right before I started this chapter my brother walked in on my friend and I doing essentially the same thing, so I decided to add it in the story; Lavender Brown – Thanks! I don't have a real big family, so I was pretty much guessing on how crazy it is in a full household; Justine – Of course the Harry would be in the bathroom, I know it's completely predictable but I did it none the less; brittbrat123; I sHoW nO sHaMe; PoTtErSPaYnE; liort ; alyrios; Cheez dude – I don't mean to torture…I blame it on the weather! And my faulty computer; Zara; Niphler – I know I have a tendency to overuse certain words in my vocabulary and I apologize, usually my beta catches these things. And to answer your questions a) I'm just assuming that with all of the people living at the Burrow the Ministry just looks over it and b) there will be more tree house chats, hopefully; Muddles; Bookworym; Caitlin; Bebe; Angel; SkysTheLimit.
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