Thoughts in the Shower

Thoughts in the Shower

Ginny Weasley walked into the bathroom, preparing to take a nice, long, warm or maybe even hot shower.

'Warm is when I want to hurry up and get out. Hot is on the contrary.'

She always heard how most people liked to take baths, rather than showers. But not Ginny, since she found showers to be intriguing and also motivational at times. Usually and previously, she wondered why no one seemed to notice her, or seem to care about her feelings. Now she'd grown up, maturing, and getting over these feelings resulting from low self-esteem.
Ginny turned on the faucet, as she stepped into the tub.

'Ah, could anything be more refreshing than this? I don't think so.'

She let the hot, steamy water strike her body with force, washing away not only the dirt, but the pain as well. Pain usually came from a main outlet, but as she'd come to realize, no boy was worth crying over. Actually, she did not cry. No, instead she bottled up all of her emotions, and buried them deep within her heart. She hated not having anyone to really share them with...or talk to in general. Sure there was the occasional friend whom she'd spent the last four years bunking with, but no one she could only truly say she trusted. Then there was always Hermione. She knew what it was like, always surrounded by boys, and never really having a female counterpart to talk to.

'But she's always busy trying to fight the Dark side, to notice me...'

Ginny was quite jealous of the fact that Hermione spent so much time with her brother, and Harry, that she felt the only best friend she ever had, was slowly slipping away from her. And to make matters worse, to her only real female friend, and well...Harry. There really can never be a way to simply describe him, or what he had meant to her. But, she was thankfully and most fortunately in a beginning stage of the 'healing process', as she liked to call it. Ginny still longed for his company from time to time, but she knew obsessing about it wouldn't help her at all.

Ginny brought forth the lavender-scented shampoo to her hair, and scrubbed it, taking in the exotics essences.

Then there was always the thing with her brother, Ron. For ten years they were inseparable, until he left for 'hog-warty' Hogwarts. She never really got the chance to say 'G'bye' to that young Ron. For when he came back, he was more the wiser about the environment around them. Then again, he did start the tradition of traumatic events occurring to Weasleys, during
their first year there.

'Yes, but let's not think about that right now...'

She did tend to think it was cute the way he got all upset about Viktor Krum going to the Yule Ball with Hermione last year, though.

'Fraternizing with the enemy! Honestly now! It was only too obvious the great git was raging with jealousy. Quidditch, Chess, hormones, jealous-like temper, thrown in with red hair and freckles. Who else but Ron?'

But Ginny knew she couldn't just stand there and put a lengthy label on her 10 1/2 month older brother. She was much more respectful than that.

She continued to wash her hair.

'One of these days, he'll stop acting like an oblivious prat, and muster the courage to talk to Hermione about how he truly feels. Before it's too late!'

*If only someone else had done that...* a voice in the back of her mind squeaked.

'Well I'm sure everything would be just dandy then! Me worrying about not only my family, and myself but adding in Harry? Yes that would be splendid.'

*You act as though you don't worry about him now.*

'I think I need some more conditioner...'

*Admit it. Even though you're trying to get over him, your plan is failing!*

'Encouraging, aren't we?'

*I'm a sub-conscious, dear, that's my job.*

'Well I think I'm going nutters, if we continue a conversation between our...my...ourself?'

* (Maniacal Laughter) *

'Right...well...better get on with the shower-epiphany deal. Where was I? Oh yes! Showers can be an excellent source of inspiration and intrigue!'

*I think you already said that, dear.*

'Shut up you! Anyway this is where I usually get my thoughts and ideas from. Imagine, all that from a cleansing routine!'

Ginny turned off the running water, and grabbed a towel to dry her body off with. She was about to leave the room, when she saw a clear type of something, oozing out of the showerhead.

"What in the-"

But she stopped, as she saw a ghost pop in, who sat on the edge of the bathtub. She was seemingly crying when she looked up.

"You!" the ghost said, as she glared up at poor Ginny, who didn't even know her. She had a pretty good idea who it could be though.

"You must be Myrtle," Ginny simply said, trying to be kind, and ignore the eccentric fact that the ghost just happened to have come through the showerhead. But Moaning Myrtle only glared at her.

"Well I know who you are! You're Ginny Weasley, aren't you?" the ghost asked, half yelling and half sobbing.

"Er...yes I am. Do you mind telling me what's the matter?" Ginny asked cautiously.

"Oh I'm sure you'll get a kick out of it! They always do! I've been rejected! Rejected by my only friend..." she shouted, and started back into sobs.

"There, there. I'm sure everything will be-"

"No! He just flat out said it! Well actually, I more along the lines of 'heard it' per say...but that's not the point!" Myrtle whined.

"What do you mean 'heard it'?" Ginny asked.

"There I was, sitting in the S-bend of the toilet, pondering ways to haunt people, when Harry Potter and Hermione Granger pay me a visit! Thrilled I was, to say the least, that he would actually come by! But of course, it turned out they were just mixing a private potion, and paid me no attention. Earlier, they came by again to finish it up. I told him that I enjoyed his visit, and wondered if he would stop y anytime soon. I believe he got the point, until he told me that 'He only thought of me as a sort of friend'. A sort-of friend! As if I weren't embarrassed enough, that dreadful know-it-all girl leans over to him and whispers 'And we know you also have somewhat of a crush on someone else...!'" Myrtle finished once again sobbing into her transparent hands. Ginny's face fell.

'Probably still has it for Cho Chang. Can't blame him, I guess.'

*Except that you still wish it were you.*

'Will you ever go away?'

* (More Maniacal Laughter) *

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that Myrtle. I know it's no fun having your heart broken," Ginny said, making an effort to cheer her up.

"I mean out of all people, why you? I understand he thinks you have that special Weasley charm, and the looks to match your oh-so-pleasing personality, but why not someone more..." Myrtle's voice faded out, as the last thing Ginny heard was 'charm'. She felt like floating, no wait flying. Was it true though?

"And then of course I have to hear all this through a conversation between Harry and Hermione after I pretended to leave the..." Ginny had faith this time.

She straightened up, and put her robes and all back on, preparing to take heed of her own advice.

"Hey wait I'm not finished yet! Come back you! This is all your fault! Hey!" Ginny shut the door, and walked down the stairs, doing a hair-drying charm on the way. She saw the Gryffindor Common room, and smoothed out her robes, and hair as well.

"Password?" the Fat Lady asked.

"Amaris," she answered.

She went inside the portrait hole, and was relieved to see Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting by the fire, talking. As Harry looked up, she saw a grin that she'd never witnessed before. She grinned a warm, pleasing smile, walking slowly but surely over to them.

'Be calm, be calm...just Harry.'

*Just Harry? Have you actually gone nutters? There is no 'just Harry' with you!*

'I suppose not, but still...'

*Now remember, you know nothing of what Myrtle told you.*

'Promise to leave me alone, once this is over with?'

*Muahahaha!*

'Please stop that!'

*Muahahaha!*

'No really, stop.'

*Oh sorry dear, just trying to fulfill my role as your evil/crazy subconscious.*

'I can't believe this is actually happening!'

*Believe it dear. You deserve it.*

'I suppose I do then.'

*Feel like worrying extra-hard about him now?*

'Don't rain on my parade.'

*Sorry dear...?*

'I guess wishes DO come true!'

"Er...hello everyone," Ginny said pleasantly, as she sat down on one of the red couches.

"Hello," they all replied back.

"Ginny, mind if I have a word with you?" Harry asked, sounding a bit nervous.

"Of course, Harry," she replied smoothly.

She smiled as he pulled her over to a secluded area in the room, and began talking to her.

'What if he wants to kiss me? What should I do if...Oh wait...Oh no!!!'

*I'M BACK!*

'AHHHH!'

"Ginny? Are you er...okay?"

THE END...? (Or is it?)