Harry and Ginny
It was a chilly evening at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the students were all bundled up in their warm robes, hurrying to get back to their common rooms after a long day of classes. But in the Prefect’s bathroom, a warm and inviting atmosphere awaited two very special students.
Ginny Weasley, the fiery-haired Gryffindor, and Harry Potter, the famous Boy Who Lived, were both chosen as Prefects for their respective houses. As a reward for their hard work and responsibility, they were given access to the luxurious Prefect’s bathroom, complete with a large marble bathtub and an enchanted ceiling that mimicked the night sky.
Ginny had been looking forward to this moment all day. She had a long day of Quidditch practice and her muscles were sore and achy. She couldn’t wait to soak in the warm water and let the tension melt away. As she entered the bathroom, she found Harry already there, lighting candles and pouring a generous amount of bubble bath into the tub.
“Hey, Ginny,” Harry greeted her with a smile, “I thought we could use a little relaxation after today.”
Ginny’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of Harry’s messy hair and emerald green eyes. She had always had a crush on him, but never had the courage to tell him. And now, here she was, about to take a bath with him in the most private and intimate setting.
“Thanks, Harry,” she replied, trying to sound casual.
They both undressed and slipped into the warm water, sinking into the bubbles and sighing in contentment. The silence between them was comfortable, and they both closed their eyes, enjoying the soothing warmth of the bath.
But soon, the silence was broken by the sound of Harry’s voice. “So, how was Quidditch practice today?” he asked, breaking the ice.
Ginny opened her eyes and smiled at him. “It was tough, but I think we’re ready for the next match. I’m determined to beat Slytherin this time.”
Harry chuckled. “I have no doubt that you will. You’re a skilled player, Ginny.”
Ginny blushed at his compliment and felt a surge of confidence. “Thanks, Harry. You’re not so bad yourself on the pitch.”
They continued to chat and laugh, sharing stories and secrets, as they soaked in the warm water. As the night sky above them changed from stars to a full moon, they both fell silent, lost in their own thoughts.
Harry broke the silence first. “Ginny, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now.”
Ginny’s heart raced as she waited for his words. “What is it, Harry?”
“I’ve always admired you, Ginny. Your bravery, your determination, your fierce spirit. And I’ve always had a crush on you,” he confessed, his cheeks turning pink.
Ginny’s heart soared as she heard his words. Without hesitation, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, her hands cupping his face.
The kiss was soft and gentle, but filled with years of unspoken feelings. They both felt a spark between them, and they knew that this was the beginning of something special.
As they broke apart, they both grinned at each other, their hearts full of joy and warmth. They spent the rest of the evening in each other’s arms, talking and laughing, and finally realizing that they were meant to be together.
From that day on, the Prefect’s bathroom became their special place – a place where they could escape from the chaos of Hogwarts and be alone together. And every time they took a bath together, they were reminded of that magical evening when they finally confessed their love for each other.