For Cheerful Clatter (love the double C's in the name), with the prompting for some mutual voyeurisms in the co-ed showers.

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Co-ed

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"Ginny," Harry managed to get her name out in between their hurried kisses. He'd been back from Australia for two weeks and this was the first time they'd managed to spend any time properly alone. No one to see them, no one to stop them. They'd never had that before, there had always been someone around, someone that might accidentally stumble across them.

Those three weeks they had together at Hogwarts a year and a half ago, there had been students there, ghosts, professors, cats, cats that were professors. Ron had been interrupting them at every opportunity as well, so there hadn't been much more than snogs and some petting over the clothes.

It had been wonderful, but it had never been properly private.

They had both talked about how much they'd enjoyed that time they spent together before he'd had to leave for the Horcrux hunt. Now, even when they weren't finding the time to snog, they'd been holding hands, giving adoring looks and almost always touching when they were in each others presence.

Then there was time they spent together after the Battle of Hogwarts, before he'd gone with Hermione and Ron to Australia to restore her parents memory and bring them back to England. Ginny had come to his side the morning after the Battle and let it be made perfectly clear that she expected them to pick up right where they left off. If she hadn't been the one to make that clear, then he would have stumbled through telling her that was what he wanted as well.

They'd talked, they'd started to heal from all their losses and missed time.

They'd also been completely surrounded and laden down with obligations; Ginny to her friends and family and the same for Harry, plus the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts Goblins sending him owl after owl. The Ministry had wanted to make him their poster boy yet again, and the Goblins had wanted restitution for their missing dragon and damaged building.

But now, now it was just the two of them, they were out past the orchard, every other Weasley had somewhere else to be that day. Ginny had packed up a picnic lunch for them, Harry had brought the blanket and done a few spells to keep the bugs away, and they were laying on the blanket, food forgotten, as their lips never left each others body and their hands began wandering under clothes.

"Ginny," Harry repeated. "Ginny, I need to know what you're okay with."

"Anything," she told him quickly, setting her lips immediately back to work as she kissed up his jaw to his ear.

Harry gave a groan. "Oh, why does that feel so good?" He let her kiss and nibble at his ear a bit more before coming to his senses. "You- you can't mean anything, anything... do you?"

"Harry," she pulled her lips away from him, their arms still holding the rest of their bodies tight to each other, "we have no idea when we'll get alone time together. The house has always got people coming in and out and I'm growing pretty desperate for proper time with you. So, yes, I do mean anything. I'm sorry if that makes me sound like a scarlet lady or whatever, but I was missing you desperately for a year and I've still got to go back to Hogwarts in a few weeks where I'll get to miss you desperately some more." She trailed her finger down the side of his face and stared into his gorgeous eyes.

He was just looking up at her with an indescribable look on his face.

"Am I being too forward?" she whispered with a slight panic.

"No!" he nearly shouted. "I... that's exactly what a bloke hopes to hear from his girlfriend. It's just... we've never talked about it. Aren't we supposed to talk about it?"

"Um..." Ginny paused. "I don't know. I sort of figured sex would be factoring into our relationship at some point. And, I guess I had been hoping that we would... you know, before I went back to school at least." She blushed a deep red.

Harry grinned at her embarrassment and took the opportunity to roll them over so he was on top. "I'd been hoping that too." He gave her a kiss to her nose, then to each of her cheeks before kissing her lips again. "But... out here? In broad daylight?"

Ginny grinned at him. "Are you shy?" she teased. "Because I happen to know you've got nothing to be shy about."

"Oh really? And how could you possibly know that?"

"Oh! Um... well."

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Ginny's fifth-year, beginning of the semester

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Ginny was rushing. She only had a few minutes before her friends would realize that her 'trip to the loo' was taking far longer than it should have. After too long, that excuse would just be embarrassing.

She could have said that she wound up running into a friend, but then that would mean that she needed to rope someone else into her lie.

It wasn't that she was doing anything bad, per se, but she wasn't doing something good either, save for trying to boost Gryffindor spirit and letting the legacy of the Weasley name live on through her, now that the twins had left last year.

She wasn't sure why her friends cared so much about where she was all the time either, except perhaps because they loved to gossip.

She did too, but just not when it was about herself.

Ginny had eaten dinner with her friends and then excused herself a bit early. She'd wanted to pull this prank on the Slytherin's for ages and today seemed like the perfect day for it. They were going to be practicing on the pitch from 6:30 to 8 this evening and every member of the Quidditch team had been particularly nasty to all the others this year and last with that stupid Inquisitorial Squad business, they all had it coming.

The twins had given her the supplies to make things easier for her, they were the only ones that knew what she was up to.

And they were so proud.

Ginny had pulled on a disillusionment hat as soon as she made it to the great doors and ran all the way to the changerooms where she was now unscrewing a showerhead and pouring in a colored powder mixture that would turn whoever used the shower next either scarlet or gold, she was alternating each of them.

The third shower head had just been screwed back on and she'd moved on to the fourth when she heard someone come in and she froze. There was the sound of something heavy being dropped to the floor and a sigh. Her eyes grew wide at the sigh. She recognized it.

How could someone recognize a sigh you ask? Well, when you've been borderline obsessed with the same person for five years, and that person happens to have a lot to sigh about, it kind of stands out in your brain.

It was Harry that had just walked into the changeroom.

Searching her brain frantically, she couldn't recall if she'd seen him at dinner. And she hadn't thought to check if someone was flying around the pitch before she'd come in, she'd just assumed.

If he chose one of the last three stalls then her prank was going to be ruined.

He didn't though.

Instead, he came towards the stall she was currently hiding in, the one with the curtain completely pulled open, and he started stripping off his clothes.

It was amazing how quickly he managed to get out of them. In all the times that she'd wondered what it would be like for him to start getting naked in front of her, and she had thought about it several times, not once was it simply him lazily pulling his jumper over his head and quickly undoing the button on his trousers before dropping them and his pants to the floor. Usually, in her fantasy, they were snogging and things would escalate to them each removing one piece of clothing at a time until they were fully naked.

She had never seen him with his shirt off before, not even at The Burrow, where her brothers regularly walked around with just their pajama bottoms.

He was lean.

It had been easy enough to guess that he would have the type of frame that he did. Harry did not have bulk on him, that was what made him a good Seeker; he was lean and light.

She shouldn't have let her eyes wander, but she couldn't help it.

There was this light thatch of dark, curly hair that started in the middle of his chest just above his nipples, it thinned out as it moved down the center of his chest until it was just a small line that skipped over his belly button and then started getting a bit wider before it met his pelvis, where there was quite the growth of hair there.

And then there was his penis.

Ginny swallowed and couldn't pull her eyes away.

She was looking at Harry's penis!

It wasn't like it was doing anything, it was just there.

Then her eyebrows went up as he absently moved his hand to touch it. He moved it around a bit as though trying to give it these small stretches and make it more comfortable.

The hand moved away from his private area then and went straight for the shower knob.

Ginny bit her lip and closed her eyes. There was nothing for it, she had to stand there and let the water hit her. She backed into the far corner and hoped he wouldn't have a noticeable amount of spray hitting her so he would be able to tell she was there.

Mercifully, he stuck his hand in front of the spray to test the water, waiting for it to get hot, then he stepped in, facing the spray.

Now was her chance. She darted out of the stall with the gracefulness of a gazelle right before he pulled the curtain closed.

Almost all the way closed anyhow, there was still the last few inches that was left open, and she couldn't resist giving another look, this time at his bum.

In this area, Harry did have muscle. His bum was toned!

Probably because he kept clenching it in anger and stress. But, at least there was one good thing that came from all of that.

She smiled to herself and then made to leave as quietly as possible to make her exit, but he had locked the door.

That sealed her fate, she was going to have to stay in the showers until he was done and unlocked it. She had her wand, but there were a few different locking charms and though 'Alohamora' usually worked on them, he might have applied a different charm that used a specific counter. If she applied the wrong locking charm on the other side of the door then he would know that someone had been in there with him.

He had enough stress to deal with, he didn't need to add her voyeurism to the list.

She figured she may as well wait in another stall and finish completing her prank after he'd left.

It didn't take too long for him to finish up either, the boy showered fast. She heard him casting a cleaning charm on his clothes and a drying spell on himself before unlocking the door and leaving.

Ginny couldn't believe that had happened. She checked her watch and saw that only five minutes had passed, then smiled to herself as she finished up with the remaining shower heads, leaving the one that Harry had just used for last.

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"You... you..." Harry sputtered at her story. "You saw me naked?! When I was sixteen?"

Ginny gave a small shove to his shoulder so he would roll onto his side and they could each lay on their sides facing each other. "Don't say 'sixteen' like it was so long ago! I'm sixteen, and you're still seventeen for a few more weeks."

"Wait, so that was you? That turned the Slytherin Quidditch Team Gryffindor colors?"

"Hold up," she put up her hand. "How did you even hear about that? Those bastards managed to remove the dye before the school got to see them. I was really disappointed in that!"

"Sure, but someone had to get blamed for it, and since Snape loved to blame everything on me and he was the one to change them back, guess who actually got blamed."

Ginny let out a loud laugh. "Oh! Oh, I'm sorry," she giggled. "I would have loved if it had panned out the way I wanted it to. Well... at least one good thing came from it," she winked at him.

"I can't believe you saw me naked! And we were in a shower stall together?! So you got up close and personal!"

She placed her hand on his hip and started moving it upwards, coming down to his middle and up his chest. "I was a bit panicked at the time, but I still managed to appreciate the sight."

"Er, I wasn't...er... you know?" His eyed glanced down between them where she could feel that he was semi-hard just then.

"At full mast?" she offered. "No, you weren't."

He let out a relieved breath. "Good. I can't remember exactly which time that was."

Ginny smirked at him. "Wondering if you'd been going into the shower for a wank?" She kissed the side of his neck. "I don't know if I might have stayed to enjoy the show if you did."

"Gi- really?" He went from sounding shocked to intrigued.

"Mhmm," she gave him another kiss on his collar.

"Erm, since we're... sharing. I think I should let you know something too. It, er, it kind of involves the same shower room."

Ginny pulled back from him then, looking curious. "The... same shower room?"

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Harry's sixth-year the morning after the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff Quidditch game

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Another run in with Romilda Vane had Harry rushing out to the Quidditch Pitch for some time to himself. He didn't get much of that anymore and he was in too foul a mood for company.

With Cormac McLaggan and his pompous attitude causing Harry a skull fracture, these 'lessons' with Dumbledore doing little more than confusing him, and another one of Slughorn's parties on the horizon where he'd probably have to watch Ginny attending with Dean again, it was just feeling like one thing after another.

At least now he had Dobby tailing Malfoy, so there was that little bit off his shoulders.

He was positive that Malfoy was up to no good, and he didn't get how Hermione and Ron didn't see it!

After five years of them being friends and all they'd been through together, they didn't believe him when he said that Draco Malfoy was a Death Eater.

That was ticking him off too.

And then there was Ginny.

Why was she still with Dean? All they did was fight!

And snog.

He still couldn't get that image out of his head and it had been months since he and Ron had come across them.

Why didn't he realize he had feelings for her sooner? Like, just after the Ministry incident last year?

Well, he wasn't exactly in the right head space to be thinking about girls then, what with how horribly that event had gone.

He was all the way to the pitch now and without his broom.

He had his wand though, so at least he could apply warming charms to himself. But, he didn't exactly want to sit in the stands and stare at the empty pitch.

He could have a nice long shower though! Standing under the shower head until the water ran cold would probably start to help him feel better.

He went into the closest changeroom and heard that the water was already going. Someone else must have been out practicing on the pitch. It didn't bother him to be sharing a shower room with someone else though, it was how the dorms were set up, and the cubicles were closed off from each other anyhow.

He had just walked into the room and saw that the second stall was the one occupied, and the shower curtain wasn't completely closed and he could make out the shape of the person in the shower through the shadows on the curtain and paused, because the someone in there was obviously female.

Harry wasn't sure what to do now. Sharing a changeroom with a bunch of guys was one thing, but even though the Gryffindor team had a few girls on it, he'd never wound up in the showers with them at the same time.

Then there was a flash of Weasley hair that was visible through the crack in the curtain.

It was Ginny!

She must have come down here to burn off some energy after her row with Dean. He knew she did that sometimes, he'd even seen her sneaking in a few midnight fly's when they were at The Burrow this summer.

She was there, just ten feet away from him, completely naked.

With water cascading all down her body.

He blinked a few times, and every time he did and his eyes closed he was envisioning what it would look like if the curtain wasn't closed. He could perfectly picture her pale skin, covered in freckles, her perky breasts with hardened nipples, a small triangle of red hair between her toned legs. He could picture what her bum would look like and see her hands massaging a bar of soap all over her lower back and then up to her breasts.

This was a dangerous place for him to be.

She couldn't catch him here!

What if she shut off the water and immediately came out?!

…

Yeah, what if she did? He could picture that too.

It was an accident, after all, him being here at the same time as her. Anyone was allowed to use the changerooms, it wasn't like he shouldn't be here.

If she did shut off the water and step out, not yet having wrapped a towel around herself, then it wouldn't be his fault that he saw her naked. It would just be a… happy accident.

Such a happy accident.

But, if he disillusioned himself, and continued to stand here, that would make it less awkward, for her. Well, it would be slightly awkward for him too because he would be spying on her.

He was torn.

All his time spent at The Burrow and not once did they run into each other in the bathroom, they hadn't ever even waited for the bathroom at the same time. Now here, in this huge school where they each had their own dorm bathroom with showers, here they were in this situation.

This situation that she didn't know about.

He still couldn't move though.

The shower shut off and her hand came out from behind the curtain to pull her towel down from the hook.

Harry let out an inaudible sigh of relief and continued rooted to his spot. She was going to towel off in the shower. That was good. Less temptation, less awkwardness.

He watched as she ran the towel all over herself behind the curtain and then pulled the curtain back, not looking up and seeing him there, and then turned around and whipped off the towel. His eyes bulged at the sight of her bare back and bum while she worked at drying her hair with the same towel. Then, once she was done drying her hair manually with the towel she did a hair flip and brought the towel around her middle again.

She really did have freckles everywhere.

And he couldn't stand there any longer. She was going to turn around at any moment and see him standing there and think he was perving on her.

Thinking fast, he pushed open the door behind him and let it close loudly, pretending he'd just arrived.

"Oh!" he feigned surprise.

"Harry!" Ginny turned around with a jump and responded in kind. "I… are you all better?"

All better from what? He wondered for a moment, then remembered he'd spent the night in the Hospital Wing.

"Oh, erm, yeah. I just… didn't fancy going back to Gryffindor tower right now. Didn't want to chance running into McLaggan right away."

Her lips pursed in response to that name. "Then you'll be happy to hear that I gave him a sound verbal thrashing last night. The bastard may as well have been playing for the other team with how he played things."

"I heard he wasn't the only one that you were yelling at." He was a little giddy knowing that she and Dean had fought. It wasn't fair to her to be happy she was fighting with her boyfriend, but he couldn't help it.

"Yeah, I guess I went on a bit of a tear," she blushed and gave him a smile. "It was justified though."

"Well, thanks for being concerned about me."

"Always."

Always, she'd said. He let that word resonate within him. She really had always been there defending him, even when she was too shy to talk to him directly, she'd stepped in front of him before her first year to try and stop Malfoy from goading him.

Merlin, how had he been so blind to her for so long.

And now she was taken.

"Well, thanks. Erm, if you're finished up in here-" he gestured to one of the other stalls.

"Oh, yeah, go ahead. I'll get changed in the other room."

He moved to the last stall and did his best not to look back at her as she slipped out of the room with just the towel on and her belongings hugged to her chest.

Maybe he'd get lucky eventually. Maybe she would break up with Dean before the end of the school year and he'd get a chance to tell her he was crazy about her.

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"That's it?" Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Just my bum?"

"Well... I mean, there was the whole silhouette of you behind the curtain. But yeah, just your bum, and back, and... well, legs."

"So then you haven't seen me naked. But I've seen you completely naked." She put her hand on his chest so that he would lay back and straddled him. Then she started playing with the hem of her shirt.

"Yeah, but... I mean. Yeah, that hardly seems fair, does it?" he cottoned on and automatically moved his hands to her hips.

"No," she shook her head, then played with her shirt bottom a bit more.

"So... will you take it off then?" he asked. Asked, not begged, but the tone was getting pretty close.

Ginny grinned at him. "You don't think that's moving too fast?" she teased.

"You've seen my chest!"

She giggled and pulled off her top in one swift movement. Harry's eyes raked all over the exposed skin on her stomach and above her chest, the full view still hindered by her bra. It was a light blue lacy one that didn't completely obscure the breasts it held underneath. His hands moved up and down her smooth sides, still not daring to touch her there.

"I do think you're right about one thing though," Ginny told him, reaching behind her and letting the clasp at the back go.

"What's that?" he asked, only half paying attention to her words.

"We've still got a few weeks together before I have to go back to school. There's no need to rush things." Her blush was back, not as pronounced as it was before.

"I would never rush you," he assured her. It was clear he was confused though; she was taking her top off, close to taking her bra off too, yet telling him that they needed to slow down?

"What I mean is, it doesn't have to be all or nothing right now, does it?"

He shook his head 'no'.

"So we can take a bit of time to... explore before we, ahem, dive in?"

"Just so I'm translating this right, I get to see you completely topless, but we aren't shagging today."

Ginny bit her lip and nodded.

Harry sat up as far as he could. "Gin, I'm fine with that. We'll go as slow as you want. I just... can I please see your breasts now?"

Ginny threw her head back and let out a loud laugh. "Yes. Now that we've got that cleared up." And she let her bra straps slip over her shoulders and tossed the bra over to where her shirt was.

Harry simply stared. "They're just like I imagined them."

"And how did you imagine they'd feel?" she asked, taking his hand and placing it over one breast. She felt an unmistakable twitch beneath her when she did that.

He took his time palming her breasts, massaging them and memorizing them and Ginny simply let him do it, growing more and more comfortable as the minutes drew on. He rolled them over so she was laying down and settled down with his stomach resting between her legs so his head was still level with her chest. "Can I kiss them?" he asked finally.

She'd enjoyed every other way he's been touching them so far, Ginny reasoned. "Can you take your top off too? It's only fair."

Harry grinned at her and sat up so he could pull his shirt over his head as well. He had filled out some since the year and a half ago, his shoulders were broader and he'd gained back the weight he'd lost since the Battle. There were a few new scars he bore but Ginny loved the sight of him all the same.

He laid down overtop of her again and they both made an appreciative noise at feeling the skin on skin. Harry kissed her lips first, then the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, chin, neck, clavicle and slowly made his way down until she was relaxed against the blanket before he began lavishing his attention once more on her breasts.

They passed the rest of the afternoon basking in the sunlight and enjoying this new territory they'd allowed themselves to discover.

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