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Okay, I hope you don't mind if I put this in Ginny's perspective. It will just make things a bit easier to understand. And I know that most people hate it when the authors go from character to character (I hate it too. Too many perspectives and different views on things make it confusing) so this will probably be like the only one out of maybe 2 of Ginny's POV.

Ginny

'So she punched him in the face and broke her hand in the process. If you ask me, he has a thick head, literally.'

Ginny nodded her head; she wasn't really following Hermione and her recap of a movie she had seen. What was really going through her mind was the Quidditch match they had played before dinner. The scene where Harry fell on top of her and her being so stupid as to just gawk at him and blush was replaying itself over and over again. But each time, she was fantasising that she had done it differently and had just kissed him. It would have be a nice moment, if it weren't for the fact that her brothers would have seen it and Harry would have gotten another lecture from Ron about her being his sister and all.

She sighed and absentmindedly looked over towards Harry; it was a habit she had picked up. She looked at his messed up black hair and his green eyes, taking in the way the orange flames licked his glasses from the fireplace. Only then did she realize that Harry was looking at her too.

'Are you even listening to me Ginny?' Hermione said, following Ginny's stare and rolling her eyes as she saw the object which had drawn her attention away.

Ginny frowned and then looked back at Hermione, breaking her fixated stare with Harry.

Ginny heard a complaint from George once again about Harry's ridiculous skills in Wizard Chess and a chuckle from Ron.

'You seriously have to make your mind up about him.' Hermione stated, shaking her head at Ginny's idiocy.

'I can take as long as I want.' Ginny said stubbornly.

'You can, he can't. It's obvious he still likes you, and vice versa. Why make it harder than it already it is.' Hermione looked into Ginny's brown eyes, trying to get her to understand. 'There's nothing left to hurt you and him except your own feelings.'

Ginny shook her head. 'Not true.'

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

'Ron.' She smirked and Hermione poked her tongue out at her.

'I'm trying my best to make him understand. Though it's been a bit harder to. . .' Cough. 'Concentrate.'

Ginny puckered her lips at Hermione which earned her a punch.

They both sighed. 'We are seriously messed up.' Hermione said bringing her legs up to her chest.

'Not as messed up as the boys.' Ginny said with a cocky grin.

They both laughed and changed the subject to something more light hearted.

Ginny sat in the tub, her wand in her hand, absentmindedly twirling it around. She had hidden in there to get away from Hermione's continuous chatter and Harry's constant looks.

Although she liked Hermione, at times, (like Ron) there was only so much one person could stand. No wonder Ron and Hermione were a piece.

Ginny absently flicked her wand and added more bubbles into her bath; it was now filled to the rim and was warm enough that she didn't feel the cool night air coming in through the window.

She sank down further into the water and began to do the one thing she had tried to avoid for the past couple of days; talking to herself.

'You think by going back to Hogwarts I would be happy.' She whispered. 'You think that with the war over I would finally be free.' She sighed. 'And with Harry alive I would be able to be happy with him and snog his face off.' She chuckled quietly at her last choice of words.

Ginny wasn't getting any reassurance from talking to herself so she produced her Patronus. The silver horse came out of her wand and made one lap around the bathroom ceiling before it came to a hovering stance above the water.

'Do you think I love him?' She asked it without hesitation. The horse just floated around. She knew she wasn't going to get an answer, but she continued. 'That was a stupid question.' She shook her head mentally then thought about it some more.

'It wasn't.' She took a deep breath. 'I know I love him.' The horse shook its mane and began to scratch its front legs with its nose, bending gracefully low and stretching out its leg.

'I love Harry Potter.' She whispered to herself. Ginny felt a jolt of surprise from saying these words out loud; she'd wanted to say them for years, and now finally they meant something to her.

Ginny was just about to get out of the water when the door opened and to her great surprise a shirtless Harry Potter walked in. At this moment her Patronus decided to vanish. Her eyes widened at his bare torso but then she realized where she was. She quickly lowered herself further into the bubbles, making the water splash over the side of the tub, and making her legs dangle out the other end.

At this, Harry finally noticed her presence, spinning around so she could fully see his bare chest. She felt as her face got hot and she hated it. Harry was still standing there gawking at her.

'Are you going to get out or do I have to hex you?' She said irritated. It wasn't because she was irritated with Harry, more at herself for forgetting to lock the bathroom door.

Ginny took her hands out from under the bubbles and reached for her wand that was resting on the edge.

Harry took her warning and retreated back out the door, closing it behind him and forgetting his clothes that now rested on the counter top.

She stared at the door for a minute before looking at his clothes. Harry Potter's clothes she thought. She continued to repeat those words in her head for a bit and every new time she repeated them they got more and more . . . imaginative.

Harry Potter's clothes. Harry Potter's clothes falling off him.

Harry Potter's clothes. Her taking off Harry Potter's clothes. Harry Potter's clothes on the floor.

Harry Potter's clothes forgotten till the next morning.

Harry Potter's clothes a memory of a good time.

Harry Potter's clothes.

Harry Potter doesn't need clothes.

Damn! She thought.

And then she was silent. She didn't know if when she said "damn" that it was meant as an admonishment or exclaim of pure brilliance of imagination.

She bit her lip really hard to get her mind off things and then got out of the tub, the water running down her back to return to the bath, the bubbles clingy onto her skin. She got her towel and dried herself; her hair was a bit damp at the end so when she tied it into a loose pony tail it wet the front of her shirt.

She was all ready to leave the bathroom, and she knew it herself, but she stood there looking at Harry's clothes, lying untouched on the counter.

She had her towel in her hands and all her things ready to leave the bathroom with her, but she just couldn't make her feet move. Her eyes were fixated on the innocent clothes.

To anyone else they would just probably be some strange persons clothes (to her mum they would be washing), but to Ginny herself, they meant more.

She began to think about the shirt that would touch his torso, the pants that would touch his legs. . .

She stopped right there once again. She really was starting to sound like a hormonal teenage girl.

She was just about to finally convince herself to turn around and leave when she noticed something red hanging out from the pile of clothes.

With a cheeky grin on her face she "borrowed" it and hid it in her towel as she left the bathroom and went back to her room.

I hope this explained a bit more about the previous chapter Red Bubbles; also I would just like to say thanks to the band Daughtry,

You have given me heaps of inspiration, in this story and in mpd :D

Also, I would like to thanks to my loyal readers, okay, I don't really want to make this all mooshy and softy, I just really want to post this up at the moment, so cya till the next chapter!

And keep reading, it's good for you ;)

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