Harry Potter and the Year After

Chapter Four: Dirty Dishes

Chapter 4: Dirty Dishes

"Ginny, have you—oh bloody hell," Ron said, stepping into Ginny's room. Ginny and Harry were both half-naked, tangled in a mess of sheets on Ginny's bed.

"Looking for Harry?" she asked calmly as she pulled the sheets up over her chest.

"Oh bloody hell," he said again and turned and left the room, letting the door slam behind him. Ginny laughed and snuggled down next to Harry again.

Harry covered his face with both of his hands and rubbed his eyes.

"Do you think he was mad?" Harry muttered through his hands.

"I don't know, would you be mad if you walked in on him in the middle of shagging your sister?"

"Does Hermione count as a sister?"

"Um, sure."

"Then no, of course not."

"Oh, then she doesn't count as a sister," she said as she tried to push Harry back down to the bed and kiss him again.

"I should go see what he wanted," Harry said between kisses.

"Don't you want to see what I want?" she asked, and lightly bit his shoulder.

"Can you really still do this knowing that Ron just saw you half naked in your bed with me?"

"Um," she said, seeming to think about it for a minute, "yes... is that weird?"

"Can I come back tonight?" he asked as he shoved his glasses back on his face.

"Are you sure you won't be too busy with Ronniekins? Pillow talk?" Harry pulled his shirt back on and untangled himself from the sheets. As he pulled a shoe back on, he looked back at her. Ginny let the sheet fall and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Yeah, that's not all that tongue can do," he said and winked at her.

"Merlin, Harry, what exactly are you insinuating?" She picked up a pillow and threw it at him.

"You know exactly what I'm insinuating," he said, catching the pillow. He leaned forward and kissed her, pulled away, kissed her once more and then, stopping at the door only to stick his tongue out at her in return, he hurried upstairs.

Harry took a deep breath before he knocked on Ron's door. Ron answered, red-faced, and let Harry in.

"Sorry," Harry said, scratching the back of his head. He wondered how messy his hair was but knew that trying to pat it down would do nothing to tame it.

"Okay, let's just have this rule: I don't ever want to see anything like that again. I might be aware that it's happening, but I want to be able to pretend that it isn't. And you really shouldn't mess around when Mum's home. She knows everything."

"Okay, yeah—"

"And you better be serious about her. I mean, Ginny's pretty innocent. She's only sixteen..."

Harry was trying very hard not to laugh at this. Unfortunately Ron noticed.

"What? Why are you laughing?"

"I wasn't laughing."

"You know about how I feel. I don't want you messing my sister around. You can't go snogging her just because she's here, you know. What kind of friend—"

"Ron," Harry said calmly. What was he going to say? He hadn't thought it through.

"Are you two in love?" Ron asked, his voice unusually high.