*~*~*A/N: Now then, on with the story.*~*~*
Disclaimer: Applies to all future chapters as well: DON'T OWN 'EM. Jeez, you'd think on FanFiction people would have LEARNED by now that no one on here thinks they own these characters!!!!!!! Jeez ...
By the way, I warn you now, I'm really hyper and TOTALLY in love with Harry.
WARNING: SCENES OF SLIGHTY-INAPPROPRIATE-NESS
Younger children KEEP OUT!
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CRACK!
Harry sat bolt upright, eyes flying open. Fred and George had Apparated onto Ron's bed, across the room from Harry. They were now jumping on Ron's legs, laughing as their younger brother swore at them.
"It's September first, Ron, time to get up," they were saying. Harry checked his watch and groaned: eight-fifteen. He swung his legs off the bed and put on his pants, as he'd been sleeping in his boxers. Suddenly he heard Hermione chanting TAKE THEM OFF! TAKE THEM OFF! TAKE THEM OFF!
She peeked into his room eagerly, but unfortunately saw nothing.
(A/N: I'm KIDDING, okay? Let's start over.)
CRACK!
Harry sat bolt upright, eyes flying open. Fred and George had Apparated onto Ron's bed, across the room from Harry. They were now jumping on Ron's legs, laughing as their younger brother swore at them.
"It's September first, Ron, time to get up," they were saying. Harry checked his watch and groaned: eight-fifteen. He swung his legs off the bed and put on his glasses, rubbing his LOVELY ASS!!!!!! (A/N: Sorry.) ... rubbing his eyes.
He ran his fingers through his consistently messy hair and walked out of the room, going down the hall to the bathroom. As he shut the door, he thought about Sirius, completely unaware that there were teenage girls everywhere across the globe crying for him to take off his clothes. He shook his head. Where had that thought come from? Damn author. (Sorry, folks, I really can't help it.)
Harry grabbed a towel and turned on the shower. Feeling the water with his hand, it was kind of cold, but he really didn't mind. He always got the shower last at Privet Drive, and so was used to the cold water ON HIS LOVELY SKIN!!!!!!!!
He stepped in and shut the curtain.
He vaguely heard banging, but assumed that it was the ghoul in the attic. When he'd finished in the shower, he checked to see that no one else was in the room, and then stepped out.
At that moment, the door banged open and in stormed Hermione, who was saying loudly, "... Been in here for nearly fifteen min- oh! OH!"
Harry yelled.
Hermione clapped a hand over her eyes and threw a towel at him, which he grabbed and wrapped around his waist. She ran out, screaming "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" over her shoulder.
Harry was incredibly red in the face by now and yelled as she slammed the door behind her, "Don't DO THAT!!!!!!!"
Outside, Hermione leant against the wall for support, also incredibly red in the face. Ron strolled down the hall with a suitcase in his hand. He looked oddly at her.
"What are you all red for?"
"NEVER YOU MIND!!!!!!!!!!" Hermione screamed, turning redder by the second. Ron shrugged.
"Fine," he said, and went on down the stairs. Then the bathroom door opened a crack, and Harry peeked out carefully. Seeing Ron and Hermione, he jerked back inside and slammed it shut again. Ron stared at the door.
"Uh ..."
"Don't ask," warned Hermione. As Ron thought, a large grin spread slowly across his face.
"You – you – HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" he laughed suddenly, pointing at Hermione. "You saw – HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You saw Harry – HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You saw Harry in his – HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU SAW HARRY IN HIS NUDEY-PANTS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"
Hermione turned an even darker shade of red and raised a hand to slap Ron. "SHUT UP!" Ron shut his mouth, but laughed silently, turning away and going quickly down the stairs. As soon as he was out of her sight, she heard a loud snort from the stairwell.
Ginny came running down right after him. "Hermione! Have you seen Harry?"
"HELL YES! TOO MUCH!"
"... What?"
"Nevermind!!! What was your question?"
"Wait – you – you – HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHEHEHEHE! You saw him in his HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE nudey-pants! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH ... hey, no fair."
There was a loud exclamation from the bathroom at this last remark. "WHAT?!?!"
Ginny gasped. "He's in THERE? Oh ..." The girls both walked away quickly, Ginny mouthing, "Tell me everything!"
Harry dared to peek out again. He looked three times in both directions, and no one was there. He opened the door further and stepped out carefully, clad in a bright canary-yellow towel around his waist. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard footsteps coming up.
"Oh, Harry, you're up!" cried Mrs. Weasley. Harry stared, horrified, for a moment, then stumbled backwards. "Awww, aren't you cute with your little six-pack!" she said, pinching his side. As he backed away, the towel nearly fell off, but not quite. "Oh, you're so thin, Harry! We need to get some food into y–"
Harry yelled with fright and horror and took off up the stairs, bright canary-yellow towel and all. Mrs. Weasley shook her head. "What did I say?"
As soon as Harry reached the safety of his and Ron's room, he slammed the door shut, and locked it, sagging against the wall and clutching his bright canary-yellow towel to him. He very nearly cried when he heard banging on the door behind him.
"GO AWAY! I'M GETTING DRESSED!" he roared. He heard a small gasp from outside, and feet scampering away. He rolled his eyes. Girls.
Downstairs, Ron asked his mother why he'd heard yelling from upstairs. She shrugged. "I don't know, dear – OH, that was Harry. Nice choice of towel he picked, too."
Ron's mouth fell open. "You – you – HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Disclaimer: Applies to all future chapters as well: DON'T OWN 'EM. Jeez, you'd think on FanFiction people would have LEARNED by now that no one on here thinks they own these characters!!!!!!! Jeez ...
By the way, I warn you now, I'm really hyper and TOTALLY in love with Harry.
WARNING: SCENES OF SLIGHTY-INAPPROPRIATE-NESS
Younger children KEEP OUT!
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CRACK!
Harry sat bolt upright, eyes flying open. Fred and George had Apparated onto Ron's bed, across the room from Harry. They were now jumping on Ron's legs, laughing as their younger brother swore at them.
"It's September first, Ron, time to get up," they were saying. Harry checked his watch and groaned: eight-fifteen. He swung his legs off the bed and put on his pants, as he'd been sleeping in his boxers. Suddenly he heard Hermione chanting TAKE THEM OFF! TAKE THEM OFF! TAKE THEM OFF!
She peeked into his room eagerly, but unfortunately saw nothing.
(A/N: I'm KIDDING, okay? Let's start over.)
CRACK!
Harry sat bolt upright, eyes flying open. Fred and George had Apparated onto Ron's bed, across the room from Harry. They were now jumping on Ron's legs, laughing as their younger brother swore at them.
"It's September first, Ron, time to get up," they were saying. Harry checked his watch and groaned: eight-fifteen. He swung his legs off the bed and put on his glasses, rubbing his LOVELY ASS!!!!!! (A/N: Sorry.) ... rubbing his eyes.
He ran his fingers through his consistently messy hair and walked out of the room, going down the hall to the bathroom. As he shut the door, he thought about Sirius, completely unaware that there were teenage girls everywhere across the globe crying for him to take off his clothes. He shook his head. Where had that thought come from? Damn author. (Sorry, folks, I really can't help it.)
Harry grabbed a towel and turned on the shower. Feeling the water with his hand, it was kind of cold, but he really didn't mind. He always got the shower last at Privet Drive, and so was used to the cold water ON HIS LOVELY SKIN!!!!!!!!
He stepped in and shut the curtain.
He vaguely heard banging, but assumed that it was the ghoul in the attic. When he'd finished in the shower, he checked to see that no one else was in the room, and then stepped out.
At that moment, the door banged open and in stormed Hermione, who was saying loudly, "... Been in here for nearly fifteen min- oh! OH!"
Harry yelled.
Hermione clapped a hand over her eyes and threw a towel at him, which he grabbed and wrapped around his waist. She ran out, screaming "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" over her shoulder.
Harry was incredibly red in the face by now and yelled as she slammed the door behind her, "Don't DO THAT!!!!!!!"
Outside, Hermione leant against the wall for support, also incredibly red in the face. Ron strolled down the hall with a suitcase in his hand. He looked oddly at her.
"What are you all red for?"
"NEVER YOU MIND!!!!!!!!!!" Hermione screamed, turning redder by the second. Ron shrugged.
"Fine," he said, and went on down the stairs. Then the bathroom door opened a crack, and Harry peeked out carefully. Seeing Ron and Hermione, he jerked back inside and slammed it shut again. Ron stared at the door.
"Uh ..."
"Don't ask," warned Hermione. As Ron thought, a large grin spread slowly across his face.
"You – you – HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" he laughed suddenly, pointing at Hermione. "You saw – HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You saw Harry – HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You saw Harry in his – HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU SAW HARRY IN HIS NUDEY-PANTS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"
Hermione turned an even darker shade of red and raised a hand to slap Ron. "SHUT UP!" Ron shut his mouth, but laughed silently, turning away and going quickly down the stairs. As soon as he was out of her sight, she heard a loud snort from the stairwell.
Ginny came running down right after him. "Hermione! Have you seen Harry?"
"HELL YES! TOO MUCH!"
"... What?"
"Nevermind!!! What was your question?"
"Wait – you – you – HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHEHEHEHE! You saw him in his HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE nudey-pants! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH ... hey, no fair."
There was a loud exclamation from the bathroom at this last remark. "WHAT?!?!"
Ginny gasped. "He's in THERE? Oh ..." The girls both walked away quickly, Ginny mouthing, "Tell me everything!"
Harry dared to peek out again. He looked three times in both directions, and no one was there. He opened the door further and stepped out carefully, clad in a bright canary-yellow towel around his waist. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard footsteps coming up.
"Oh, Harry, you're up!" cried Mrs. Weasley. Harry stared, horrified, for a moment, then stumbled backwards. "Awww, aren't you cute with your little six-pack!" she said, pinching his side. As he backed away, the towel nearly fell off, but not quite. "Oh, you're so thin, Harry! We need to get some food into y–"
Harry yelled with fright and horror and took off up the stairs, bright canary-yellow towel and all. Mrs. Weasley shook her head. "What did I say?"
As soon as Harry reached the safety of his and Ron's room, he slammed the door shut, and locked it, sagging against the wall and clutching his bright canary-yellow towel to him. He very nearly cried when he heard banging on the door behind him.
"GO AWAY! I'M GETTING DRESSED!" he roared. He heard a small gasp from outside, and feet scampering away. He rolled his eyes. Girls.
Downstairs, Ron asked his mother why he'd heard yelling from upstairs. She shrugged. "I don't know, dear – OH, that was Harry. Nice choice of towel he picked, too."
Ron's mouth fell open. "You – you – HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"