*NOTE: i do not own any of the characters/ content displayed in this fanfic- it is purely for entertainment purposes. also, excuse some grammar mistakes. i am also aware of missing capital letters- to be honest i cant be bothered to edit the beginnig of every single sentence!*
4:55 PM, 13th October.
Harry walked up to the Gryffindor common room. He had just got out of his NEWT exam for potions, and he was feeling particularly tense. The exam must have gotten to his head, and his mind was still entranced with thoughts of revision and exam questions. He was also still worrying about whether or not he had answered the questions sufficiently, or whether he was to excpect another visit from Dumbledore about his continuously falling grades. I seriously need to get the potions exam out of my head, he thought to himself, as his mind wandered to the defence against the dark arts exam tomorrow, and he soon realised he needed to wind down. Perhaps he should take a hot shower or read a book. Either way he had to relax; tomorrow's outcome would be crucial as to whether or not he could actually become a DATDA (defence against the dark arts) teacher. His grade for the class had been slowly been slipping since year two, and since year 5, when he had first realised his ambitions to become a DATDA techer, he had been trying his hardest to pick up his grade and buck up his ideas. now that he was in the seventh year, this was his last chance to prove to Dumbledore that he was worthy of being a teacher at Hogwarts. He had been studying meticulously for the past three weeks in order to memorise every single piece of information on his revision list. He needed to get at least 65 marks out of 73 to get a grade A*, the grade needed to even be considered to go into further learning to become a teacher at the University of Dumbledore, a new university built in recognition of Dumbledore and his achievements in the past 50 or so years. This university was the hardest to get into; even though you only needed to achieve high in one subject, you had to get an A* at the least. A downside of being a student at this university, however, was that you could only study one subject at any given time, and you couldn't drop out; you had to follow through with your chosen path of Education. But most students at the University of Dumbledore went on to be extremely successful; either becoming a teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which had recently officially become the top wizarding school in the world, or an official member of the Ministry of Magic.
After all of two seconds of thinking, Harry decided to go for the hot shower. He had had enough of reading for today, and besides, he had succesfully managed to memorise his revision for tomorrow. He wouldn't want to ruin that with the latest addition to the Muggleborn novel series, now would he?
Harry walked into the bathroom that had been installed next to his bedroom. after all of the common rooms and dormitories had been completely redesigned over the christmas break, new en-suite bathrooms had been added to the bedrooms, which were now seperated after multiple incidents of students 'having it' in the then shared rooms. students had been given their own passwords for their own rooms and, aulthough that wouldn't stop the hormonal adolescent students, Dumbledore had hoped it would at least reduce the amount of incidents where teachers and prefects would walk in on the students kernoodling in the beds and sometimes even on the floor.
Harry made sure he shut and locked the bathroom door behind him, but his ovethinking mind made him unlock the bathroom door, then walk over to his bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. he sighed. he was glad that he checked now; he wouldnt want any of the stupid first years to sneak in and see him showering, especially Colin and his stupid camera. Pictures of him lathering his naked body would be all over the school by 6!
He locked the door then paced over to his bathroom, locking the door behind him for good measure. he slipped off his Seeker jacket and then his shirt, exposing the bruises and scratches he'd obtained from last night's quidditch game. he stared at himself in the mirror for a few minutes. he'd lost a lot of his muscle when he contracted wizard flu, and he had to stay in bed for two weeks. since then he hadnt really found the time to regain all his muscle, what with his neverending quidditch meetings and trying to stay on top of his school and social life.
After slipping off the remainder of his clothes, he slipped into the shower and turned the water on. As the shower was enchanted, the water always turned on at the temperature you desired. Harry wanted his shower to be hot, so he thought about having the shower warmer than usual. As he wished, the water was delightfully hot, and Harry began to squeeze a little shower Gel onto his body puff. As he was lathering his stomach, Harry was soon aware of the little scratches that were there. they began stinging and he immediately rinsed himself off. he decided just to sit in the shower tray and let the water run onto his back as he thought about whether or not to confide in his best friends, Ron and Hermione, about his deepest, darkest secret; his new found love. his obsession with a man, but not just any man. a tall, dark, handsome man. Professer Severus Snape.