The Little Crimson Book

A/N: once again, this chapter is not edited, i'll post the edited version when i get it.

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Chapter Two

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I smell. Harry fumed as he walked swiftly towards the bathroom. On top of everything else that has happened, I smell. His fists clenched at his sides…what do you expect? A little voice piped, you haven’t bathed in three days, it continued but Harry quickly stifled it. He reached the bathroom and quickly went inside. He liked the room, even in his fowl mood he did; it had so much more character then the bathroom at Number Four Privet drive.

Almost every tile in the room was different, but every one was brightly coloured. Some were white, some blue, orange; red, yellow, green and even a few were purple. Some were small, some were large, and seven of the tiles were hand made. Harry closed the door behind him with a soft ‘click’. He sighed and leaned against the door, taking his glasses in one hand. He closed his eyes and rubbed at the bridge of his nose.

Before he could stop it a strangled sob broke free from his throat. Only one.

Remus…why did you have to die? You were all I had left. As the thought crossed his mind he felt shame follow it. This isn’t about me he reminded himself as he wiped his hand across his eyes, they were dry but it was a movement of habit. He didn’t want to think about that now, he decided as he put his glasses back on, instead he focused on the seven tiles that stood out from the rest.

They were all made of red coloured clay, and each one had a baby’s handprint pressed into it. Above each handprint a name was etched; the first one was ‘Bill’, the second ‘Charlie’, the third ‘Percy’, the fourth ‘George’ and squeezed next to it was the fifth ‘Fred’, the sixth was ‘Ron’ and the last was ‘Ginny’. Harry couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at his lips; Ginny’s handprint was smaller then the rest of them, but at some time during her youth she seemed to have decided that her tile needed decorating. Drawn in a small Childs hand was a small green and purple unicorn.

The smile dropped from his face as a rank odour met his nose.

“Bloody hell.” He muttered as his face scrunched up. He quickly stripped off his shirt and put it in the basket of dirty clothes next to the door.

The shower was hidden behind a pane of frosted glass that Harry pushed aside. He took his wand from his waste band and placed it on the shelf usually used for soap. Even at the Burrow he wanted to be prepared for anything.

Harry striped quickly and threw his clothes into the pile on the other side of the room. He really didn’t want to admit it, but Ron was right. He smelled. He turned the water on quickly, letting the pipping hot water scold his back and neck, he breathed in the steam deeply as he closed his eyes. He’d left his glasses on for the same reason he’d kept his wand close at hand.

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“I have to show you the lip gloss Dad got me. It’s the muggle kind! It’s in a little tube!” Ginny said as she smirked, she obvious found it idiotic; Hermione arched a brow as she laughed

“Whats so strange about that?” she asked, Ginny shook her head

“It’s been tampered with by someone, and they lost it somehow. It changes colour every time you put it on” she explained excitedly. She grinned

“I’ll be right back, I think I left it in the bathroom” she continued before Hermione could say a word.

Ginny felt the smile melt from her face as she passed through the kitchen door into the Burrow. The feeling of gloom engulfed her as she looked around…it was dark and silent. She swept over to the curtained window and whipped it open, letting the morning light flood inside. Better she thought grimly, but still not enough…something’s still missing she mused as she continued from the room and up the stairs.

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Harry scrubbed at his hair; blue foam frothing up and trickling down his cheek. He leaned under the showerhead and felt it rinse off the bubbles under the hot spray as it massaged his scalp. After a moment he opened his eyes, everything was blurred through his fogged up glasses. He sighed again, wishing the hot water would rinse away all of his emotions along with his grime.

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Ginny approached the bathroom at a quick trot, her hair bouncing with every steep. Without a second thought she opened the closed door and continued inside.

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Even with the shower running Harry heard the door to the bathroom opened with a soft click. His pulse began to quicken as his hand snapped out and grasped his wand.

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Ron got up slowly from his bed, brushing all of the crumbs to the floor. With measured steps he went over to his window and pulled the curtains aside so sunlight could stream into his room. A second later he had the window itself open wide; he smiled out into the wind, enjoying the feeling of it as it blew his hair away from his brow.

Looking down at the front yard he saw Hermione smirking up at him.

“What?” he asked, yelling slightly so she could hear him clearly. Her smile widened

“Nothing…just thinking” she answered as she lent back against the tree trunk behind her.

“I take it you got Harry out?” she called, her eyes drifting shut as she crossed her arms behind her head.

“Yeah, he’s taking a shower now” Ron informed her…in the dappled light her hair looked like it had strands of gold hidden amongst the brown …Hermione’s eyes snapped open.

“What!” she demanded, sitting bolt upright. Ron arched a brow

“He’s having a shower” he repeated slowly, utterly confused at her reaction…why should she care? Hermione jumped to her feet.

“Ginny!” she yelped before she bolted inside. Ron shook his head slowly as he sat down on his window seat.

“Woman” he muttered as he closed his eyes, the warm light around him lulling him to sleep.

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Ginny froze as she steeped into the bathroom, it was filled with steam and she could hear the shower running at full bore.

“Sorry!-” the glass pane of glass had began to open, but stopped as soon as she spoke.

“I’m just getting my lip-gloss” she explained, not sure who was within the steamy cloud behind the frosted glass.

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Ginny! Harry froze. His hand gripping the glass tightened. He quickly slid the door shut, dropping his wand to the tiled floor with a soft clatter that was overpowered by the stream of water cascading around him. He looked at the glass and felt his stomach knot…I almost cursed Ginny he realised in horror.

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Hermione sprinted up the stairs towards the bathroom. She pounded her fist against the door as soon as she had skidded to a halt.

“GINNY! GET OUT OF THERE! HARRY’S HAVING A SHOWER!” she yelped. Hermione heard something clatter to the floor with a crash and a second later she heard Ginny spluttering hurried apologises. The door banged open and Ginny came tumbling out, steam wafting around her ankles as she closed the door behind her with a sharp ‘click’. She looked at Hermione with wide eyes.

“He-he…” she shook her head as if to clear it.

“I could have seen-” she stopped, shaking her head again. Hermione couldn’t help but snicker.

“It isn’t like you don’t want too see him naked” she said matter-of-factly. Ginny gaped at her as she blushed.

“I do n-” her voice trailed off slowly as she looked up at Hermione with guilty brown eyes. Gin cleared her throat quickly as she straightened her shoulders

“Okay. Maybe I do. But…” a sly glint entered her eyes and Hermione felt her snugness deflate.

“Apart from realising my evolving feelings towards Harry, I’ve also seen the way you look at my brother. I bet you would love-” Hermione stepped forward and snapped her hand over Ginny’s mouth.

“Not another word” she warned, looking at the door behind Gin nervously.

Hermione felt a grin form behind her hand.

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heheh. i love Hermione and Ginny, they're fun to write. hehe, wouldn't you love shampoo that is bright blue? hopefully the Girls will put their plan (or should i say prank?) into action next chapter. hope you all liked!

Mali