A/N: Okay, here's the deal: writer's block still plagues me like honey does Pooh. This is a filler chapter that really has nothing to do with the plot. If you don't want to read it, you don't have to because as far as I know, this will never come into play in the actual storyline. It's just a look into Harry's side of the story. Enjoy. Oh, and the rating for this chapter is bumped up to PG-13 just in case…
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Disclaimer: Phaerie no own. ;_; She needs to find a magic genie so she can wish Harry to be real and make him her slave – friend, she means friend.
+x|x+Snapshots+x+Chapter 4.5: Oh Dear+x|x+
Harry slid slowly into the steaming water of the pool-sized tub of the Prefects' bathroom, letting the cinnamon scented water wash over and relax his taut muscles. He'd just come from a grueling and exceedingly muddy practice on the pitch and thought a warm bath was just what he needed to help soothe his aching bones. It'd taken his orders as the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain to weasel the password out of Ron. Taking off his glasses and placing them on the porcelain siding that rimmed the edge of the bath, he closed his eyes and laid his head back on a folded towel that he'd decided to use as a substitute for a summoned pillow.
Harry was jerked awake from his light dosing by the small splash of water and small ripples that signified something had entered the tub to join him. His vision blurry and unfocused, all he could make out was the red blob that was bobbing in the water on the other side of the bath. Red blob? Now that didn't seem right. And then the red blob was gone, and Harry could feel the slight shift of the water around him as it shuddered its disapproval of being disturbed by the anonymous creature.
And then the creature emerged from the watery depths just beside Harry. Up this close, he could easily make out the devilish smirk of Ms. Ginny Weasley. Harry pressed his back up against the edge of the pool in his startled state. Ginny's arms snaked around him and Harry didn't need to look at his wavering reflection to conclude that he was blushing furiously.
As Ginny began to trail feather-soft kisses along his jaw line, Harry stuttered out "Er, G-gin? W-wh-wha- ?" He soon became speechless as Ginny moved from his jaw to his ear, nibbling on the lobe. With a gulp, he tried to her off and would have succeeded had she not planted a rough kiss on his lips, jutting her tongue out to barge entrance into his mouth. Simply put, Harry's mind was exploding. Why did it have to be fireworks? Why not something less flashy, like bunnies? With all the lights going off in his head, he found it impossible to form comprehensible thought. While Harry awoke from his stupor and kissed her back, a clear thought made its way through the neon and explosions; this kiss put their last one to shame, making it seem like an innocent peck in comparison.
Ginny soon broke it off, pulling back a few inches and opening her lust-darkened eyes to stare at him mischievously, their ragged breathing mingling together in their close proximity. The light pressure on his chest brought to Harry's attention just how closely they were now positioned. Harry could feel Ginny's very smooth and very naked body pressed against his. His eyes began to stray downwards, flashing red signs telling him 'No! You pervert, you're reaching the danger zone!' and he came face to face with the very thing nose bleeds are made of – breasts. Two supple, graciously endowed, cream colored breasts.
Harry shot up from his four-poster, breathing heavy and labored, face flushed and moist with sweat. His pajama bottoms were tugging tightly at his hips, much too tight for comfort. Perhaps that's why, Harry thought sardonically with a flustered sigh. Oh dear.
A/N: Um…yes. That's really short, but I suppose that's going to have to tide you all over until I can figure out where to go with this next…so sorry. ^__________________^' I'm really sleepy right now, but I wanted to type this and post it this weekend, and tomorrow I have to work on a project for English. Review and make a happy author! :D
B/N: Harry is such a sex-deprived maniac. BAD HARRY. He hath wet dreamth. :B
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