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Blame It On The Hormones

Title:Blame It On The Hormones
Author: [info]brimac13
Pairings: blatant Dean/Ginny, implied Harry/Ginny
Rating/Warnings: Naughty (for quasi-voyeurism and sexual overtones)
Word Count: 814 words
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, et all, belong to J.K. Rowling, et all. "Showerhead" belongs to Eve 6, et all.
Spoilers: None really. Maybe the end of OotP where Ginny reveals her interest in Dean.
Summary: Harry comes to a realization about Ginny Weasley and girls in general.
Author’s notes: This fic was inspired by the song "Showerhead" by Eve 6. I don’t have a beta, so this is (as are most of my other fics) un-beta’d.




It was quite late when the Gryffindor quidditch captain finally called it quits. Each member had to rush just to get into the showers and back to the Tower before curfew, lest the notoriously nasty Filch, or his Mrs. Norris catch them. So, it is quite easily that one could forget something in his or her quidditch locker. And even easier to assume that all of his or her teammates would have cleared out by the time he or she happened to make it back to the showers.


Harry Potter, unluckily, was the one who had quite easily forgotten to grab his wand—thinking it was safely in one of the pockets of his school robes—and was now making a mad dash back to the Quidditch Pitch, all the while cursing his own stupidity under his breath. The last thing he needed was to be caught out of bounds, which would result in the loss of house points as well as earn him a detention.


His only goal that night, as he rushed to retrieve his wand, was to go in, grab his wand, and make a quick, clean getaway.


Upon entering the foyer to the locker room (where the quidditch team met once both the witches and wizards had exited their designated showers), he heard a most curious noise coming from the witches’ side of the showers. Was that…someone giggling?


Curiosity winning out against better judgment, he decided to investigate.


Opening the door to the girls’ shower, his ears were able to catch onto the odd giggling noise better. Stepping fully into the forbidden territory and sneaking between the lockers, he was able to hear even better still.


"Are you sure this was a good idea, love?" A familiar—and decidedly male—voice asked.


"Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?" The giggling voice answered, it too quite familiar. An exasperated sigh. "Dean, it’s fine. Honestly. I swear, the rest of the team’s long gone by now."


Dean? Harry’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Dean Thomas? He risked a glance in the direction of the voices and was provided with the answer. And if his dormmate was here that meant that…Ginny? Ginny Weasley is the giggling witch?


Here, he could not even risk a glance.


"If you’re sure…" Dean trailed off. The smacking sound of kissing could be heard.


Ginny Weasley is sneaking into the showers to have a quick shag with Dean bloody Thomas?


A throaty moan filled the air. "OH, Merlin!"


If it were possible, Harry’s incredulity grew.


"Dean! Dean! Sweet Merlin! Dean!" The giggler—whom Harry was still refusing to believe was Ginny—called out.


In the back of Harry’s consciousness, an odd thought popped up, wondering quite off-handedly if there were an auditory equivalent to a "Peeping Tom."


"Ahhh! Ohhh! So tight!"


It was like a train wreck; no matter how horrific, he just couldn’t look away. Or in this case, walk away.


"Harder! Dean! Harder!"


Heaving panting and moaning continued for several minutes. Harry was almost certain he could leave.


"Oh! I can’t—I’m going to—Ahhh!"


Incoherent moaning and mumbling followed this revelation.


"Gin?"


Sweet Merlin! Ginny Weasley did sneak into the showers for a quick shag and I listened to it!


"Hmm…?"


"Do you…what I mean is…IthinkIloveyou."


Silence reined and Harry strained his ears to hear her reply.


"Oh."


"Dean?"


"Yes, Ginny?"


"That was…very nice. Thank you."


A pregnant pause.


"We should go back to the castle now, Dean."


"Right. Right, of course."


The sounds of clothes being replaced and settled stunned Harry into movement. He quickly departed from the girls’ showers and, stopping by his locker to grab his wand, left the lockers as well.


That night, Harry had quite a lot to think on.


First of all, he was not certain whether he should inform Ron that Dean Thomas was shagging his sister in the showers down at the Quidditch Pitch.


Secondly, he was both disgusted and turned on by what he’d heard. He was a sixteen year-old male, after all.


Thirdly, Ginny did not love Dean Thomas. This revelation brought him great joy, which was quite odd as it was obvious Dean did love Ginny and Harry most certainly did not want his dormmate hurt. Before that night, he really hadn’t felt any animosity towards Dean at all. The guy was quite amiable.


Fourthly, he was re-evaluating his opinion of one Ginevra Weasley. What kind of girl would…with a boy she wasn’t in love with?


A voice, sounding very much like Mrs. Weasley, answered that thought. A scarlet woman.


Was Ginny a scarlet woman?


No, Harry decided. Gin’s not like that. Even though it sounded as if the whole evening had been her idea and Dean had in no way coerced her into…well, certain acts. Maybe, he thought as he rolled over in bed, girls are just as randy as us.

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