AN- This prompt comes from Celine Gryffindor who wanted to see Harry as a bit of a bad boy. Raised decently by the Dursleys. He had a thing for Ginny and went about it the wrong way for her. Lots of fights, kisses, passion and hatred between them until nobody could take it anymore.

I've taken a new approach with this story, from the eyes of the observer who couldn't take it anymore.

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Changeroom

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Demelza kept pushing on the changeroom door but it wouldn't budge. The same thing had happened a few weeks ago and she gave a frustrated sigh and shook her head before hitting her fist to the wood once more in frustration then resigned herself to heading back up to her own dorm room for a shower and to change. She'd have to collect her things from the change room later. These little episodes of her captains only lasted for an hour maximum.

The little episodes resulted in her captain being in a foul mood as well.

Demelza didn't understand why Ginny would be in such a foul mood after though. She was locked in that changeroom with one of the most delicious men that Hogwarts had turned out.

Demelza had overheard Ginny's last attempt at a boyfriend right after Ginny had broken things off with him. Poor Andrew never saw it coming. He'd stomped into the library and found one of Ginny's other previous attempts at a normal romantic relationship at the table close to the one Demelza had been occupying. Andrew had asked a series of questions to Dean about the odd behavior Ginny had been displaying and how she'd abruptly ended their relationship then the two of them compared notes. The two of them had lasted a few dates only and hadn't managed to get much more than a single snog out of her. Ginny had seemed so eager to start things but hadn't seemed invested.

Those poor boys, Demelza rolled her eyes.

It hadn't been that hard for Ginny to a suitor to accompany her to Hogsmeade or carry her book bag. Her trick was that she wasn't interested in those boys. She hadn't been scribbling their names over the margins of her notebooks, she'd simply been trying to find someone to bring about in her whatever it was that Harry Potter did.

The power that man had over Ginny.

Demelza wished there was someone that would look at her like that.

If someone she fancied did look at her like that though it wouldn't be the same. Ginny hated that she was in love with Harry Potter. The boy was trouble; Slytherin, spoiled, rich, amazing Seeker and he had this inherent goodness about him despite where he'd been placed at Hogwarts.

He'd finished school the previous year and the whole student body breathed a sigh of relief because they wouldn't have to listen to the Potter/Weasley fights in the corridors anymore. Then he started showing up during Hogsmeade trips and for Quidditch games. Now apparently Gryffindor Quidditch practice was enough for him to merit a visit to his alma mater.

She had been there for the start of this whole thing between them. Demelza had been in third year when Ginny made the Gryffindor team as a Seeker and because she was such a huge Quidditch lover Demelza had introduced herself to Ginny and they'd become fast friends. Harry was the Seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team and so far as she knew he hadn't even registered Ginny before that game when Ginny caught the Snitch right out from under Harry. It had been a lucky catch, when it was finally spotted by the pair of them during the game the Snitch just happened to have been a lot closer to Ginny.

That was what set it off. Harry didn't get angry, he got pretentious and then he got worse when he asked Ginny out and she turned him down.

Thus began the next two and half years of the pair of them either trying to one up each other or being on top of each other.

It wasn't common knowledge that they'd had romantic interludes.

Demelza was pretty sure she was the only one of Ginny's friends that knew and that had only been because they'd forgotten to lock the changeroom door one day last year during one of their hate fueled trysts.

The image of the two of them there on the bench with her jersey off and his hand down the back of her trousers had been forever imprinted into Demelza's mind. She wished that someone would get her all hot and bothered like Ginny had been.

The look on Harry's face too when they realized they'd been caught in the act and the way that Ginny had sounded so worried that what they'd been doing would get out to the rest of the school. Harry had been hurt by that, by the way Ginny had refuted the idea that whatever it was between them could possibly be real or something more. He'd looked devastated.

But Ginny hadn't seen that. She'd only seen the smug expression he'd pulled before she turned around to look at him and have him back her up. He'd handed Ginny her the jersey that had fallen to the floor and said nothing more before walking out. Then the two of them had been in foul moods for a week.

Demelza wasn't sure what exactly the problem was. They obviously wanted each other. If they would just simply speak up she was sure that this animosity between them would melt away and they could be happy together.

It wasn't even a pure blood thing. They were both from a long history of Magical families and even though Harry was a Slytherin he was raised by Muggles and enjoyed Muggle things, that had been why several of the other Slytherin's in his year didn't associate with him. All the younger Slytherins idolized him though because the professors liked him and he was a star on the Quidditch Team.

It was something he and Ginny had in common. They were both adored. Except for when they were at each other's throats and not in the sexy way they probably were right now.

Demelza stomped through the Entrance Hall and towards the staircase.

She could remember that time just after Harry had asked Ginny out and she'd said no, how fast it was he moved on to another girl as though to show that Ginny rejecting him didn't mean anything to him in the least. He'd been sitting at the Ravenclaw table with his newest conquest and locked eyes with Ginny just before he started snogging his new girlfriend. His eyes had stayed on Ginny's as though to try and show her what she was missing out on.

Ginny had gone and gotten herself a boyfriend right after that show.

Could you imagine? Getting your first boyfriend out of spite. Demelza wanted to just shake her head at the pair of them.

Ever since then for the two of them they'd gone from one person to the next. Only after seeing the two of them locked in that embrace last year did she start connecting the dots with their break-ups. Ginny had clearly been treating her boyfriends as a distraction but even though she didn't have deep rooted feelings for them she couldn't just go around behind their backs with her enemy, so she would break it off with whomever she was with after she and Harry had caved in to their carnal needs.

Harry would always start up with someone new after Ginny had broken it off with her boyfriends, so that must have been his way of torturing Ginny a bit for hooking up with him and then not allowing anything to become of it.

They were so stupid. The pair of them.

What if Harry just tried wooing her for real? Less hooking up when he got her good and wanton and more hearts and flowers. He could try even just sending her an owl to let her know he was thinking of her.

Awe.

Demelza's heart melted a little bit at the mere thought of it. That would be so sweet.

Maybe if the two of them were locked in the changeroom for longer than just their tryst they could try and work out their feelings about each other. They clearly had deep feelings for the other, Ginny wouldn't just shag him because he was hot and he got her all bothered. And Demelza knew that they were shagging each other. She'd helped Ginny brew a contraceptive potion a few weeks ago and it certainly wasn't because her boyfriend was getting under her skirt, she and Andrew had only just started seeing her then and Ginny wasn't some easy slag who would sleep with whomever. She clearly was in love with Harry, she was just in denial.

By the time Demelza reached Gryffindor Tower she had decided. If the changeroom door was still locked by the time she got back down there after cleaning herself up she was going to make sure that it stayed locked for several more hours after as well.

It would do the both of them a world of good to be forced to properly talk to each other and have it all out. Demelza would probably be praised by wizard kind if she got them to admit they loved each other and there was a happily every after that would result in Ginny taking her pent up agression out on the team during Quidditch practice.

They were both so nice to everyone but each other. If they could just get over their stupid pride then that would be all it took to seal the deal, but to do that they just needed the time to see that the other person had fallen for them for real.

As quick as she could manage Demelza cleaned herself up and changed her clothes before racing back down to the Quidditch pitch.

How long could a hate fueled romp take? Would they still be in there when she got back to the pitch? Practice had ended just over twenty minutes ago and she'd spent an extra five minutes chatting with the boys on the team after Ginny had stomped off towards the changerooms partly due to their shoddy performance and partly due to Potter having turned up in the stadium seats halfway through.

The scenario of what may have played out ran through Demelza's mind, except instead of it being Ginny and Harry acting it out it was she and a tall dark and handsome stranger who's silhouette was shockingly close to Roger Samuels, the Hufflepuff Keeper who was in her year that she'd found herself staring at often lately.

He would come into the changeroom and say something to set her off. Then the two of them would go back and forth a bit with their quips escalating as their bodies moved closer and closer to each other until eventually they were pressed up against each other in a passionate embrace and their clothes would start slowly hitting the floor. Then they would make it into the shower and have fantastic shower sex in the hot water.

That had to take more than ten minutes, right? Then there was the pulling themselves together afterwards; drying off, pulling their clothes back on, telling each other it was the last time.

By the time Demelza was back in front of the changeroom door it could only have been a total of thirty minutes since they'd first been in there. She pushed on the door and it didn't give.

Yes!

Pulling her wand out she placed the strongest locking charm she could think of. It wasn't strong enough for the two of them to be unable to pull it down though. From what she'd heard Harry Potter was on his way to becoming an Auror now, surely he knew how to bring down locking charms. So she was going to sit outside of the room and keep reapplying the charm whenever there was the flicker of light that told her they'd unlocked it.

The Hufflepuff Quidditch team had started their practice, luckily they had their own changerooms. Roger was fully kitted out so Demelza really didn't mind sitting there and staring up at him while she kept her peripherals on the door.

Demelza gave a sigh. This was rather sad, her being so caught up in Ginny's love life. She wanted to be caught up in her own, but she'd seen no sign that Roger knew who she was and he was the only boy that had caught her eye. He had such a lovely smile and this dimple on one of his cheeks.

After a few minutes there was a flash of light on the door and Demelza immediately recast her locking spell. There was another flash and she recast it again.

The doorknob rattled and there was a banging on the wood.

Again and again Demelza recast her locking charm until the flashes of light telling her the two of them on the other side had still been attempting to get out had stopped occurring. Either they assumed someone on this side of the door was keeping them in there or they figured there was some sort of prank on the door with a timer that had been applied. Whichever it was she was intent on keeping them in there together for another two hours at least. She may have had loads of studying to do but it wasn't like she was eager to get to it.

Watching the Hufflepuff Quidditch practice was entertainment enough for her anyhow.

When the Hufflepuff practice ended she turned back to examine the changeroom door again. Two hours had passed at least since they'd tried to get out again. They must have at least said something to each other by now, that or they'd just shagged a few more times. Her fingers were crossed for some form of conversation to have gone on between them.

"Spying?" asked a voice heading towards her from the pitch.

Demelza jumped at the sudden sound and saw that it was Roger that was heading towards her. "What? No! No, of course not! I was just…" she thought a moment about her excuse. This was a private thing she was doing. Ginny may have been her friend but were she to be the reason for Ginny's private information to be spread around the school there would be some serious cold shouldering.

Roger smiled widely at her like he'd asked the question in jest. "Don't worry. I don't think Gryffindor have too much to worry about. Your team is top notch and we have a history of doing only okay."

"I think you did some rather brilliant saves there," she defended him. "You're a great Keeper. We've just got a Weasley on our team and they tend to dominate on the pitch."

"Do they dominate in the changerooms as well?" he asked with a gesture towards the changeroom door. "Is that why you keep locking her in there?"

Demelza's jaw dropped open. He'd noticed that from as far away as he'd been? He was nearly clear across the pitch from her throughout the entire practice! "You saw that?" she whispered.

"I did. Had to keep one eye on the Quaffle and one on you the whole practice. You're rather distracting." There was a slight color that came to his cheeks when he said that.

She felt her whole body grow warm from his attention and she was sure that her cheeks were blazing red then.

"What's she done to make you so upset with her then?" he ploughed on. "Run you a bit hard during your practice? I would imagine as the only other girl on the team this year she has you working harder than the others to prove you are as good as she. Not that you already aren't," he added hurriedly.

"No, no. Nothing like that. She just…" Demelza took a moment to think up an excuse. "She needed time alone to come to some realizations. Talk things our and stop burying her feelings."

His eyebrows went up in question and confusion at that.

"Right," she searched around for anything else that she could say to him. "I think I've been making her stay in there long enough though. I missed out on lunch all together. Should probably just head back up to the school and get something from the kitchens." She bit her lip and lowered her head.

The boy she fancied was standing before her and he'd been the one to search her out for a conversation. She didn't want to walk away from him, but standing there and discussing her friend and Quidditch Captain wasn't on the list of the top ten things she'd like to be talking to him about.

"You know how to get into the kitchens?" he asked brightly. "It's great isn't it? I only discovered how this year. The House Elf's are damned eager aren't they?"

"They are," she beamed. "Erm, did. Did you want to," she gestured back towards the castle in invitation.

"That'd be great!" he exclaimed. "Just. Do you mind if I get changed out of my kit first? I'll only be a minute."

"I don't mind," she told him eagerly. "I'll just wait here for you. Maybe let her know that she's free now," she indicated to the changeroom door.

"Great. See you in a minute."

Demelza stared after him until he was halfway across the pitch before she unlocked the changeroom door and covered her eyes with her hand before she walked in.

"I really hope the two of you are dressed," she prefaced before peaking between her fingers to see Ginny and Harry there on the bench. They were dressed and their bodies were spaced a bit apart. All but their heads were turned towards each other as though they'd been in conversation, they were now looking back at her in surprise.

"Oh good! You aren't naked. So look, I'm going to let the two of you out now, but I just wanted to let you know that you're both being complete idiots if you can't see that each of you is in love with the other. You're wasting precious time with this trumped-up feud between you. You want to be with each other and you're both using others as little distractions from what your heart is telling you is right. You should be together. And if my locking you in here hasn't given you enough time to finally say that to each other then you're both idiots." She managed to get that out as concisely as her excitement would allow.

"Now then," she shook with excitement. "I have to go and focus on my own love life now because I have a date!" she grinned and gave a little hop. "At least I think it's date. We're going to the kitchens to get a late lunch just the two of us. Bye!" With that she left them in there with their bashful expressions on their face and coy looks at each other.

She would find out later if those two had moved past their primal feelings for each other and would be developing their other feelings from here on out but right now she had a boy of her own heading over to her and he was looking good.

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