Too embarrassing, Harry waits for her.

Far too embarrassed to actually try and peek at Ginny in the shower, Harry sighed and sat down on an armchair by the low-burning fire.

But he couldn't stop his thoughts from wandering up those stairs and right into that hot, steamy shower... What would happen, Harry thought. Would she get angry, and toss him out, or... would she invite him in with her. Maybe... let Harry help her "clean" her smooth, sexy body...

Trying his absolute best to ignore the fact that Oliver was locking lips with Lavander and raising up her skirt, Harry opened a Transfiguration book, but his thoughts were still in the shower with Ginny's naked body.

"I can't do this," Harry muttered to himself. Quickly walking by Oliver and Lavander, who already had Oliver's fingers viciously pounding her moist insides, Harry ascended the stairs to the sixth year dormitory and sat down on his bed.

Laying down over his sheets, Harry slowly began massaging his raging erection, images of Ginny, just a few steps away, also masturbating in the shower, dancing around his mind.

"H-Harry?!"

Scrambling to cover himself, Harry looks up into the startled eyes of one Ginny Weasley, who was standing in the doorway, wrapped in only a thin, pink towel.

"Ginny," Harry exclaimed, face brick red. "Wh-what are you doing there?!"

"I was taking a shower! What were YOU doing?"

Harry's brain felt frozen - he stuttered out, as if by someone else's words, "I was thinking about you."

If possible, she looked even more embarrassed, but sat down on the bed with him, staring at Harry with questioning eyes. "Really?"

"Well, yeah," Harry answered, truthfully. "I think... well, that you're... really pretty... and..."

And then Ginny captured him in a long, very passionate kiss! Harry's hand came up to stroke aside her magically dried red hair, and she shuddered under his touch, even as she started wrestling with his tongue.