Hello again. Sorry for the delay, things have been a little wild lately. I've had this for a while but didn't post it because I wanted to write something that would come between this chapter and the last one, butI couldn't come up with anything, so here it is, sorry if its a bit jarring in its transition. Thanks again to forbidden light, thanks to Stephieee and goddess-of-the-sacred-river, and thanks always to my love xDireWolfx. (This is not the next morning)

Well, enjoy

J

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Chapter 3 – Showers, Sneezes, and Spying

Ron yawned as he trudged down the dark staircase. The dark purple haze of morning accented the stairs prettily. The color of morning was something his family would've doubted Ron would ever see but, they also believed that Hermione was the only person Ron fancied. The creation of an early morning routine was not something founded on strength of character or a determination to change. It had begun as a way to sleep in Harry's bed. Every morning Ron would wake up early and move back into his own to avoid explaining the shared bed. After the bed-hopping had become routine, Ron started having trouble falling back to sleep. Not one to just lie around for hours, Ron began, rather slowly at first, to take advantage of his additional time. After a while it became habit and now, he had trouble not waking up at six. As he descended the final stairs, he heard water flowing and saw the bright white light shining out into the purple.

"What the? All the gents are upstairs asleep" he thought. It took a moment before it dawned on him. The girl's showers had been vandalized the previous night and so the girls were sharing the boys shower for the day. Still, he thought, this is pretty early, and the girls weren't supposed to be taking their showers until seven. Although he knew that the boys weren't supposed to be taking their showers until eight, Ron wasn't going to let some vandals mess up his schedule. He approached the doorway with some trepidation. Ron peeked his head into the large, tiled, room. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the stunning whiteness.

His eyes scanned each stall, wanting and not wanting to see the person. His eyes stopped at the vision of one Ginny Weasley. The no-steam glass door, despite being clear, provided her with enough security to relax away her shyness. She looked completely content as the hot water coursed over her body. And, quite a body it was. Sister or no sister, Ginevra Weasley was quite a feminine specimen. Water flowed through her bright red hair, over her shoulders, down her ivory back, over her behind, down her thighs, and over her calves. With each passing moment, Ron became more and more aware of the sensuality of his sister. He couldn't help but notice how amazing she looked, moisture coating her beautiful form. Despite nagging feelings of voyeurism and incest, he couldn't tear his eyes away from his sister's flat stomach, amazing legs, orange-red pubic hair, or perfect pink nipples on small, supple, breasts. Each observation was greeted with equal parts disgust and arousal. Ginny turned to pick up her soap, which jolted Ron out of his voyeuristic reverie and he whipped his head out of the doorway.

Ginny didn't see him, or at least made no action to suggest she had, so Ron just leaned up against the nearby wall, out of sight, and attempted to calm his breathing. It was at this moment that Ron realized the throbbing erection pushing his boxers away from his body. Ron, with his mind clearer, was genuinely disgusted by this fact and tried to get it to go away by thinking about other things. He tried everything from Quidditch to Hagrid-Sprout sex, but the images of naked Ginny kept coming to mind. He decided to try and not think of anything at all, so he slid down the wall to a sitting position. He sat, trying not to think about what he'd seen, but they noise of water kept bringing the images back. After a while, Ron heard the water stop. To avoid getting caught, Ron glimpsed into the showers and, when she wasn't looking, Ron shot up the stairs to the boy's dorm.

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He crept across the room and lay back down in bed, still annoyingly aware of the persistent bulge in his boxers. He glimpsed at the clock, 6:00.

She's had you hard for almost an hour now a little voice chirped.

Bugger off another responded.

She would though, wouldn't she?

FUCK OFF

Body like that…

shutupshutupshutup

She's probably so tight

nonononononotthinking

Ron forced his mind blank. He sighed and he heard Seamus shift.

They're going to be up soon a third, more impassive, voice spoke and that bulge is going to cause questions

Ron grimaced as he thought of what he had to do. It wasn't he had anything against masturbating, he rather enjoyed it actually, but the idea of finishing off a hard-on caused by his sister was a bad thought. He sighed again, deciding it had to be done, and took his length in his hand. He felt disgusted; his hand felt more like the hand of an unwanted molester than his own. He tried desperately to separate the action from his thoughts but with each stroke came thoughts of Ginny. After a veritable slide-show of naked Ginny images, he came with such force he couldn't hold back a loud moan. The moan woke up Neville,

"Who?Wha?"

"Sorry Nev, I…uh, sneezed louder than I expected."

"Oh…wow, it's early!"

"Yea, sorry."

"Mmph" said Neville, rolling over and back to sleep.

Ron grabbed his wand, whispered a cleaning spell, and sighed a third time.

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There ya go...satiated for now? Now I'm off to write the next chapter, En Vino Veritas...