Shadowed love

CHAPTER

After what seemed like hours of scrubbing under the blissful heat of the showers Harry found out that he was as clean as he was going to get at the moment. Knowing this and knowing that he couldn't prolong what he knew was going to happen next Harry got out of this shower with a heavy sigh.

Once out of the shower Harry quickly went over to where the clothes Ginny had given him were; which he noticed were thankfully next to strong looking hard bristle hairbrush. Seeing this Harry had to grin to himself; it seemed that has listen, and completely understood what he had meant when he said he also had to brush his hair. Which was that he wanted more time between him and the further questioning he knew awaited him on the other side.

Knowing this, but also knowing that he wouldn't be able to put it off much longer, Harry grabbed both the hair brush and the clothes that were now in front of him. Once he had them Harry began to look at the clothes that Ginny had brought him. Only to barely withhold a groan when he noticed just what type of clothing Ginny and brought him.

Because it seemed that she hadn't gotten it out of her mind to get Harry and of his usually baggy and figure hiding clothes he seemed to love to wear. Harry knew this because there in his hands, instead of the more baggy clothes that Ginny knew he liked, was a rather revealing outfit that Harry knew he would never pick out on his own. The outfit was what looked to be like skin tight tank top like emerald green shirt with a pair of black jeans that Harry could tell just by looking at them that they would hug every single curve in his legs.

Seeing this Harry let out a stream of nearly silent curses before sighing. He would have to wear the clothing Ginny got him. That or go out the butt ass naked or in the filthy shredded clothes that he had on before; which was something Harry would never willingly do. So with that in mind Harry reluctantly began to put on the clothes; mentally plotting to find some way to get back at his sister for the clothes the whole while he was doing so.

Once Harry had all the clothes on, and found out to his horror that they fit just how he thought they would, Harry picked up the brush to brush his hair. Only to almost immediately place it back down and start considering simply cutting it when he noticed just how much a tangled mess it actually was.

In fact right now Harry rested about just below his shoulders in snarls, tangles and out right knots; at the moment it looked more like a mess of very fuzzy, very twisted, extremely matted yarn then hair of any type. Seeing all of this Harry didn't bother to stop the sigh from escaping his mouth as he picked back up the brush and suddenly became immensely grateful that he wasn't tender headed in the least bit. Especially as he wasn't being really gentle as he began to brush the mess that he called his hair; unable to bring himself to cut it as he remembered just how much his sister loved his long hair.

It took Harry a good forty minutes to get all of his hair to be completely knot free and that was with the three rinses of conditioner he had used. Once he had his hair completely tangle free and brush his hair went from just below his shoulder in a matted mess to down past his lower back in a silky wave. Sadly By the time he had finished this doing all of this Harry had been in the bathroom for over a little over three hours and he knew, that with out a shadow of a doubt, that the people outside the room wouldn't be willing to wait much longer for him to come out.

So with that in mind Harry quickly gathered his hair and put it in a ponytail before, with his head held high, he walked out the bathroom door. Knowing that, even as he walked out the door, that he would be forced to answer question that he both didn't want to answer and wouldn't be able to answer as he did so.