AN: B 12, and the prompt is: "You came back." "I promised, didn't I?"
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"Come on, Ginny. Did you pack your swimsuit?" Harry called, dragging his girlfriend behind him as he hurried down the fifth floor.
"Everything's here, Mr I'mInAHurry." Ginny giggled, patting her bag. "Are you afraid someone will be there before us?"
Harry gave her a startled look. "Let's hope we're the only ones. I was hoping for a nice afternoon for the two of us."
After hurrying around the corner, Harry stopped in front of a door, gave Ginny an excited smile and muttered the password.
"Who gave you the password?" asked Ginny, raising her eyebrows.
"Oh, you don't know that the Quidditch Captains are allowed to use the Prefect's Bathroom?" Harry asked, flashing her a surprised look before he entered.
"Good to know. Another reason to become Quidditch Captain my last year," Ginny said, following Harry into the room.
"You came back?" suddenly asked a voice from the off.
"Um." Harry looked about, startled. "Myrtle? Are you here?"
A girl with pigtails and thick glasses stepped out from behind a closet. "Harry Potter. You came back?"
"I ... I promised, didn't I?" Harry stammered, trying to find a way to get rid of Myrtle as quickly as possible without hurting her too much.
"But why did you bring her with you?" the girl nodded shyly at Ginny. "I know her from somewhere."
"She's my girlfriend," Harry put in quickly before Myrtle could bring up the girls' toilet on the second floor, a subject that would surely spoil Ginny's good mood. "Erm, Myrtle?"
"Yes," the girl asked suspiciously.
"We would like to come here more often," said Harry guardedly. "That is if you don't mind."
"Why should I mind? I love company." replied the girl, puzzled.
"We can have a nice chat when we come back," Harry continued cautiously while squeezing Ginny's hand reassuringly.
"But?" Myrtle replied, giving their clasped hands a suspicious look.
"But today, I would like to be alone with Ginny," Harry replied, shrugging his shoulders regretfully.
"Ha," called Myrtle. "You blokes are all the same. You lure the girls here into the bathroom so they undress and you can ogle them. "
Harry gawked at the girl in horror. "That..that's not what..." He sucked for breath as his eyes shot over at Ginny.
"Mark my words," Myrtle shouted angrily, giving Ginny an accusing look. Harrumphing, the girl jumped into the toilet bowl next to her and disappeared.
Ginny chuckled. "I didn't realize you knew Myrtle so...well."
"I don't really know her. She always shows up here in the bathroom to gawk at the boys."
"Oh," Ginny playfully said in a pitiful voice. "I guess I spoiled the show for her." Blushing slightly, she looked at Harry. "What do you think? Do we really need our swimsuits?"
