Hot water pounded onto Harry's chest and face. He let it stream into his mouth and over his tightly closed eyes. There was a soft knocking on the door but he ignored it. He needed time to calm down and he was still angry.

"Harry it's me," Ginny's voice called softly though the door. "Let me in."

Harry didn't say anything, just ignored her. Picking up the bottle of shampoo, he turned so the hot water soaked his scruffy black hair. He didn't notice the lock click, or a small figure slip through the door. In fact, he got the shock of his life when he turned his face towards the hot water and saw Ginny standing by the side of the tub. He yelped and threw the bottle of shampoo in the air. Try as she might, Ginny couldn't keep a straight face. She grinned and Harry reluctantly grinned back at her.

"Did you – er – want something?" he asked, rubbing his nose awkwardly.

"Hurry up, I need to shower too." She turned to leave, but Harry reached out and took her arm.

"Do you believe in me, Ginny?"

Ginny faced him, her mouth falling open slightly. He was so vulnerable standing there, water dripping down his face as he squinted his eyes. He had grabbed the shower curtain and was half hiding himself behind it, but his chest and arms were still revealed, sinewy and soapy. Slowly, she pulled off her thin cotton sweater.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, wiping his eyes free of water but forgetting he was covered in soap. "Oooww! My eyes!"

Ginny grinned and took off her remaining clothes. She grabbed a washcloth off of the sink and stepped in the shower. Harry had dropped the shower curtain and was rubbing his eyes. "Stop, you're just making it worse."

Wetting the cloth, she wiped Harry's face free of suds. The whites of his eyes were a bit pink but it only made the green even greener.

"I believe you can do anything Harry. You're a great wizard, and an even greater person, and I love you."

There was another bang on the door. "Harry? You in there, love?"

Harry and Ginny stared at each other, eyes shocked.

"Umm, yea," Harry called back, his voice cracking. Ginny put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing.

"You got everything you need?"

"Yes, thanks Mrs Weasley," Harry said, trying to ignore Ginny's snorts of laughter.

"All right. Well if you need anything just give a yell. Oh, and you haven't seen Ginny have you?"

"Oh mum, go away! He's trying to have a shower!" Ginny called across the bathroom to Harry's horror.

"Ginny, no," Harry moaned, running his hands through his wet hair and slumping against the tiled wall.

"They'll all find out eventually," Ginny commented, pouring shampoo into her hand and rubbing it through her long red hair. Harry sighed, knowing there was nothing he could do now. Mrs Weasley knew, and soon the whole household would know as well. It wasn't that he minded if everyone found out, he just preferred not to be caught in the shower with Mr and Mrs Weasley's youngest child, their only daughter, when they were being so kind to him. "Oh Harry, stop moping," Ginny said, flicking white foam at him.

Harry stepped over to her and took the hair she'd piled on top of her head in his hands. A burning desire to press against her made Harry groan inwardly but he didn't move closer. Instead, he took her hair in his hands and squeezed the white foam over her back, shoulders and chest. She laughed and scooped up two handfuls of foam. "Close your eyes," she whispered. Harry did as he was told, and felt her massaging the shampoo into his own hair.

Meanwhile, outside the door, Mrs Weasley stood still, not sure of what to do. As far as she knew, Harry and Ginny had broken up this time last year, right after Dumbledore's death. Suddenly feeling ashamed of herself, Mrs Weasley hurried down the stairs. She didn't want to spy on her children. Ginny had turned 17 in May. She was old enough to make her own choices. Quietly, Mrs Weasley chuckled as she went into the kitchen. Poor Harry. She actually felt a bit sorry for him, as she remembered his voice cracking as he'd yelled through the door. No, she'd just act as though nothing had happened.

Harry was sitting on the closed toilet seat, a towel wrapped around his waist ten minutes later, watching Ginny brush her teeth. She too had a pink towel wrapped loosely around her hips. Harry smiled to himself, looking down at his knees so she wouldn't see.

"What are you grinning about?" asked Ginny through a mouthful of toothpaste. Harry stood and walked over to her. He kissed her on the forehead and pulled his shirt over his wet head. "You're not still angry are you?" Ginny asked after spitting out her mouthful of toothpaste.

"Not at you," Harry said.

"Don't be angry with the other two. They were just trying to help." She paused as Harry frowned. "They're your friends, they just..."

"Just what?" Harry asked, feeling his skin fizz in annoyance.

"Oh stop it, Harry," Ginny said, picking up her clothes from the floor and covering herself up. Then she left the bathroom, closing the door with a snap.

Sorry for the short chapter. im writing the next one already. please please REVIEW! xxx