Title: Late Night Shower
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: PG to be safe
Summary: Late night shower, Ginny in a towel, Harry's nightmare, H/G hug, wild and beautifulflaming redhair, and some Ron inserts too.
Categories: Fluff, Romance, slight Humour
Disclaimer: JKR owns HP, I only own this mindless plot.
A/N: I haven't been writing for awhile, my muse is hiding from me, sigh. I wrote this some time ago but neverhad the chance to post it, so here it is. Reviews are always welcome but flames always hurt… And a very big thank you to all my reviewers, you encourage and inspire me greatly smiles
Part I: Ginny's POV
She always enjoyed her late night showers. Okay, perhaps not always, but ever since that dreadful first year in Hogwarts, she needed a long andcold shower to keep herself from certain nightmares. Soon after that, late night showers became an indulgence and there was no way she would miss it before turning in. Tonight at The Burrow was no exception.
Wrapped in nothing except a towel which hung to her mid-thigh, she exited the bathroom. In the day, she would have covered herself in her bathrobe given that Harry Potter, her brother's best friend, was over to stay for the summer. However, Ginny Weasley did not think that Harry would be walking around the house at midnight. She was very wrong.
"Oompf."
The next moment Ginny opened her eyes, Harry was lying beneath her, with only her towel and Harry's t-shirt between them. She blinked once, twice. Harry was still there, emerald green eyes shining brightly, cheeks turning into a shade of flaming red. When he next spoke, his voice shattered whatever thought she was having that this might just be a perfect dream.
"Ginny? Er, sorry, I didn't see you out here. Do you mind... You're, er, I can't really breath..." It was a full three seconds before she registered what he was talking about and pulled herself onto her feet, realising that she had nearly took the breathe of Harry away, literally.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to..." Both of them stared at each other, not knowing what to say and turned their heads towards the floor. If Ron were to see the two of them at that moment (without noticing what Ginny is wearing, or not wearing in this case), he would have thought that both of them had stolen from the cookie jar, for they were looking as if they were 'caught in the act'.
"A-choo."
"You better get changed. Don't catch a cold out here."
Not trusting her voice, Ginny nodded mutely and squeezed past Harry in the narrow corridor to walk as fast as she could to her room. Half an hour later, she found him sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring into the dying fire. One or two years ago, she would be far too embarrassed to even set foot within one mile of Harry. Although she is mortified that she had pinned him beneath her a moment ago, Harry being along the corridor at such an hour was not a good sign. And if there is anything she could do, whether it is to listen or just sit with him, she would put aside her own queasy stomach to help him.
At her footsteps, Harry turned slightly but did not acknowledge her presence. She settled herself into the armchair opposite him.
"Nightmares?" She asked softly.
"Yeah." He replied, still not looking at her.
"You want to talk about it?" She knew that it was a bit out of line to ask him. After all, he never really acknowledged her as his friend, even though they had talked quite a bit last year. However, this Ginny was different from the young blushing girl who had once put her elbow in the butter dish. She has considered Harry as her friend, and friends should be there to help each other.
"There's nothing to talk about. Nothing special, just the same old thing."
"Oh. Well, I think I'll go up to bed then. Sorry to disturb you." She was almost out of her chair when Harry did the last thing she expected. In two long strides, he pulled her into a bone crashing hug. If the chair had not been behind her legs, she would have ended up above him a second time this night. When Harry spoke next, his voice cracked and Ginny could feel his shoulder shaking.
"He wouldn't go away. I can't shut him out." Ginny placed her hands awkwardly on his back, rubbing up and down in an attempt to soothe him.
"Who?" Even though Ginny had a vague idea who this person was, she had to make sure Sirius is not the one Harry was talking about.
"Vo... Voldemort."
"Harry. Harry, listen to me. Maybe you shouldn't try to shut him out. When you try to get his out of your mind, you are in a way thinking of him. You get what I mean? Don't think of him at all. Think of other things: Quidditch, Hogwarts, Ron, Hermione, Snape, or even Divination. Every time you find your thoughts going to him, or anything related, switch path, don't even step there. He isn't worth your thoughts. You understand me?" At these words, Ginny pulled Harry away from her to look into his eyes.
"But... But everything I do revolve around him."
"You're wrong, Harry. Everything you do revolve around you. It is your life, not anyone else. Worst come to worse, you can always take a late night shower." Ginny broke into a small smile, rubbing Harry's tears away with her thumb. Realisation dawned in Harry's eyes.
"Is that why..."
"It started with this reason but it gradually became a nightly indulgence." Ginny grinned and stepped away from him, the moment broken between them. "I think I'm going off to bed, Mum needs me in the kitchen for the entire tomorrow." She gave Harry's hand a reassuring squeeze before heading out of the room.
"Ginny?"
"Yes?" She turned.
"Thanks."
"Anytime, Harry. Anytime."
"And Ginny?"
"Hmm?"
"Your hair looks like the fire. Wild and beautiful." At Harry's compliment, Ginny flashed a last smile at him and climbed up the stairs.
To be continued…
A/N: Thanks for reading, stay tuned for Part II, which will be in Harry's POV. Please review.
