Forever, Ginny

she's my sister!

Harry and Ron both went to their dorms to get ready, and Ron quickly changed into his quidditch robes and started on a essay for Slughorn- he was two days late on it. Harry had finished it the day of because Hermione forced him to - she wasn't as successful with Ron.

Harry was sweaty and exhausted from working out earlier - he exersized to keep his mind of things - and stay in shape. He was not super tall like Ron, who was currently six foot three (Ron was tall and gangly, towering over Hermione, who was a measly five foot six compared to Ron), but Harry was still up there - 5 '11. He was slender and now that he was working out he had abs, which Romilda Vane was sure to point out when she watched his quidditch practice - he made her leave as she was heckling him the entire time.

But working out always calmed Harry for some reason, and when he hit bludgers to get his anger out, he always felt better. Hermione thought it was barbaric, Ron hated it, but Ginny sometimes joined him.

Once Harry got into the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist and shook his wet hair. He set a charm to hide the large muggle tattoo on his chest—Ron would have a field day when he found out. Especially because it happened when Harry got wasted at the Dursley's after a particularly bad day and went out to get a hungarian horntail tattooed across his chest. Not one of his proudest moments. Well, he could barely remember that moment, actually. He really only recalled driving to the tattoo parlor and then waking up the next morning with a splitting headache and a tattoo on his chest.

He shook his wet hair all over Rom and his parchment to bug him, grinning wickedly.

"Oi!" Ron protested, the wet droplets flying over his parchment, "You haven't transfigured into a dog, don't go wetting me like one!" Ron exclaimed laughing, smacking Harry on the chest.

"Yeah," Harry grinned, "At least I don't smell like one," Ron glared at him and threw the Potions textbook at his head, which Harry quickly dodged and hit Harry's bed and knocking down the curtains. They were laughing stupidly when someone barged in.

Ginny.

"Ron, have you gotten the letter from Fred and George? They got something new for—!" She stopped abruptly, her eyes widening as her eyes laid upon Harry in his half naked state. "Oh!" She covered her eyes, stumbling back into the door and fumbling for the door knob, "I'm sorry—er—I'm going to just—Ron!" She flushed as deep red as her hair, because Ron had stood in front of Harry, covering a certain part of the towel and shoved Ginny out of the room. Ron rounded on Harry.

"Watch yourself!" He scolded, " She's my baby sister, you can't be prancing about half naked around her!" He hissed dramatically, and Harry rolled his eyes at him.

"I didn't know she was coming in, so you can stop harping on it, it's not like she hasn't seen me shirtless before," He said, smacking Ron upside the head, "Quidditch, remember? It's not much different!" Harry lied, because his towel was much lower on his hips than shorts, and his upper thigh was exposed. Though, it worked and Ron seemed to calm down and let Harry go change. Once he was in his quidditch robes and had his badge on he grabbed his wand and broom to head down to the pitch.

Ginny was waiting for Ron, holding a letter at the bottom of the stairs and still a little bit pink on her cheeks, when she looked at Harry, who also blushed. Ron rolled his eyes and shoved Harry over in Hermione's direction, who seemed a bit bored, (she came back a bit early from her study date, Harry noticed). Ron grabbed the letter from Ginny.

Harry hurriedly headed over to Hermione who looked a bit like she was trying not to laugh. Harry rolled his eyes and pulled himself and Hermione away from Ron and Ginny to give them some privacy.