Alright :D Here, have some lemons, with fluff. First sexyify fanfic I've written, enjoy, PLEASE review, love, Az x
Hermione clicked the latch of the Gryffindor girl's bathroom shut behind her. On one side was a row of white sinks, each with a little mirror set above it and a small shelf. The wall opposite contained a row of white toilet cubicles, and the wall directly on her right held five much smaller partitioned off rooms. It was into one of these she now stepped, sliding the bolt closed behind her. There was a white bath, supported on roaring, metal lion heads, with a shower curtain, and large, round shower head, in the ceiling. A mirror stood on the wall next to it, with a candle holder. In the corner opposite the door was a tiny window, covered by a cotton curtain, and a wicker chair and clothes horse, holding two fluffy white towels.
She dropped her small, beaded bag onto the chair, and stared at her reflection in the mirror. The cut on her neck was visible from where Bellatrix had tortured her, her lip was bleeding, and there were a series of slices above her left eyebrow, which she ran one finger over now, leaving a slight smear of blood over her brow. Her face was still pale, from the fright of what had happened. Her hair was messy, and nearly all of it had escaped the elastic she had used to tie it back. She pulled the rest free, and brushed it through with her fingers. There were dark shadows under both her eyes; she was exhausted.
With aching arms, she pulled her shirt over her head, and looked at the bruises on her chest. She traced one that led over her collar bone. Wearily, she stepped out of the rest of her clothes, folded them carefully on the chair, and stepped into the large bath. She twisted one of the silver taps in the wall and warm water gushed out of the shower head above her. She tried to relax, letting the water run over her shoulders and back. She cupped her hands and held them to her face, wiping away the drying blood. She heard the main door click open behind her, and someone step into the bathroom. She ignored it, and turned her concentration back to her quest of becoming clean. She scrubbed at her hands, trying to get rid of the mud and dirt on her fingers and palms, from where she had fallen.
She refused to think of the event that had taken place over the course of the previous night. It was too much to even try to consider at the moment. She felt a weight on her shoulders as she lets the water run over her face and chest. She heard something brush against the door of her cubicle, and froze. She couldn't hear anything except the running water. She turned her head ever so slightly, so that she could just see the mirror from behind the shower curtain. She could see a pair of bare feet underneath the door, much too large for a woman. She watched, terrified, as the feet seem to rock backwards and forwards for a moment, then someone, who was apparently connected to the feet, pushed open the door.
Ron stood in the doorway, in only a pair of ripped, dirty jeans. There was a vicious cut across his chest, and three burns on one arm. He hesitated, once more rocking backwards and forwards on the balls of his feet, clenching and unclenching his fists nervously. Hermione kept her back to the door, watching him in the mirror. He finally seemed to make up his mind, and stepped forward, pushing the door closed behind him. She couldn't see him now; her view was blocked by the shower curtain, although she felt her heart beating nervously in her chest. Cogs turned in her head, trying to find an excuse for him to be here.
She shivered slightly, hearing fabric brush against skin, the sound of material on the cold, flag stone floor. She closed her eyes, as she heard the curtain being pulled back, and Rons foot hit the floor of the tub. Again he paused; gauging her reaction, before stepping forward and putting his hand's wither side of her waist. 'Morning', he murmured in her ear.