Chapter 14
The Counsel Of Weasleys (cont)
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Harry hopped out of the shower, singing to himself as he slipped on his forest green boxers. He got a bit of ribbing from Ron about having underwear that was Slytherin colored, but there was no way he would wear red or yellow colored undies. After slipping them on, he flexed his muscles a few times in front of the mirror, the last of which he sported a comically fierce growl.
"Impressive, mate," Ron said, trying not to laugh as he walked into the bathroom from the seventh year dormitory.
"Hey," Harry shouted. "How did you get in?"
"Lock the door next time, Zeus."
Harry rolled his eyes and finished dressing.
"Honestly," Ron continued, "You should count yourself lucky I don't tell Fred and George about this. You know how much they'd give to know that 'The Boy Who Lived' has green boxers, sings in the shower, and primps in front of the mirror after he gets out? Or maybe I should tell Ginny - I'm sure she'd appreciate it..."
That triggered the memory of what George had told him the day before. "No," he said with a touch of heat. "Leave Ginny out of this - we're not together anymore, remember?"
"Whoa, calm down!" Ron shook his head. "Honestly, Harry, did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" Ron began brushing his teeth, yet even that didn't stop him from managing to continue talking. "Anyway, see you down at breakfast? I hear they've got peach marmalade and toast."
"Ugh," Harry grunted. "No, I'm not really hungry right now."
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Ginny stood in her room, towel clutched around her just-showered body, staring at her wardrobe and trying to decide if she was going to go through with this. It didn't help that she was a Weasley, and hardly had a large variety of clothes to begin with... but the blue robe just might do.
"What do you think about this?" Ginny asked her housemates, holding up the robes.
"Nice." Wanda grinned. "Who are you trying to impress?"
Ginny shrugged. "Nobody."
"Well, I'm doubtful that nobody will be impressed."
As she dressed, Ginny did a double take, not sure whether Wanda was giving her a hard time or being clever. "See you down at breakfast," Ginny called after her, making her way to the Great Hall.
"Oy, Ginny," Ron called over to her, mouth half full of food.
"Hi, Ron." Ginny sat down next to her brother and grabbed a few pieces of bacon to put on her plate. "I need your help with something."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. There's this girl I know who has a crush on a guy. The guy though, er, he's dating someone else. So anyway, my friend wants to sort of... sway him to start going out with her. What should she do?"
"Is she good looking?" Ron asked, before shoving a forkful of eggs into his mouth.
"Er, well, decently good looking," Ginny replied.
"Well, tell her to use that. I mean, have her wear something like you're wearing, only not so horribly modest."
Ginny's mouth fell a half-inch. This robe was modest? Granted, it was nothing like the outfits some of the floozy-like girls of the school, but it left uncovered half of her shoulders and most of her collarbone! And the sleeves only went down to her elbow, flaunting the beguiling shape of her wrists! She asked with trepidation, "What do you have in mind?"
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