The Department of Mysteries

Harry, Hermione, the Weasley boys minus Percy, and spouses or significant others, were all shooting back and forth in the air, playing a pick up game of Quidditch. Harry was Seeker, of course, as was Charlie. Ron and Bill were Keepers; Katie, Angelina, Ginny, and Hermione were chasers. Arthur was refereeing.

Molly, Percy, and Penelope were watching the game from a humongous couch Percy had conjured.

Molly was frantically biting her nails as she watched her children playing the game; she had always thought it was very dangerous.

Hermione and Katie raced down the field towards the hoops, but Katie had to swerve away, owing to the fact that George had hit a bludger at her. It was now a showdown between Ron and Hermione. A large grin spread across his face. ‘Damn him!’ Hermione thought to herself. ‘Does he ever play fair? You smug little sod, I’ll show you!’ She dodged to the side as a bludger flew past her, and leaforwforward on her broom, giving Ron a perfect view down her shirt. ‘Hah! Take that!’

Hermione saw that grin slip from his face, replaced with a glazed look, but he snapped out of it.

She pegged the quaffle at the hoop to his left. ‘Yes!’

After Ron’s team won the game when Harry cot the snitch, Harry was extremely sweaty, so he went to take a shower.

As Harry stepped into the bathroom, he peeled off his practically drenched shirt He shut the door, took off his trousers and pants, turned on the tap, and stepped under the jet of steaming water. It felt good, relaxing muscles wherever it hit.

He heard the door open then close, and the sound of garments hitting the floor.

Repeating the mantra ‘Please don’t be Hermione’ in his head, Harry peeked his head around the curtain. It was Ginny! ‘Oh shite, oh shite, oh shite! Bugger that silencing spell. Hey, it had sounded like a good idea at the time.’

She turned around and saw him. ‘Oh shite!’ Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. She grabbed a handtowel to cover her torso with, but did so unsuccessfully. He gazed at her partially exposed breasts.

“Sorry,” Harry muttered. As he went to turn away, he accidentally let the curtain go and it fell away to reveal his entire body from the shins up. His hands shot down to cover his growing stiffy. He saw her eyes travel down his body to try and catch a glimpse at what his hands where covering. ‘She’s giggling?’

“What’s so funny?” Harry asked, slightly put out.

“Nothing!” said Ginny, averting her eyes.

“What?”

{A/N: Aren’t I just a beotch! Don’t despair; there will be fluff and smut.


P.S. The end of this chapter will be given in the fallowing one. *Evil grin*}