It was the first Quidditch game of the school year, a Gryffindor verses Ravenclaw and the wonder trio had been having an all out bad week, what with a horrid line of classes for each of them, and somehow having their least favorite subject first thing in the morning. It was their seventh year and they still couldn't believe that they had to get defense against the dark arts first. With Severus Snape teaching the class it was sure to be none but book work and writing from beginning to end.
The Quidditch game had come to an end when the newest Ravenclaw seeker had gotten the snitch two hours into the game before Harry had even seen the glint in the distant sky. He didn't really care as he had more pressing matters on his mind, even as he landed on the soft ground and ignored the random insults from the opposing houses more obscene students.
The locker room for them was just about empty when Harry meandered in, watching the two lamest beaters he'd ever seen walk out with sour looks on their ugly mugs. They didn't deserve to look angry, especially when they hadn't actually hit a bludger one time in the two hours they played.
He stripped and spent his next thirty minutes letting the hot water run over his skin, relaxing him and washing away the sweat and dirt. How did dirt get there anyway? He was never on the ground yet he got dirt on his face. How?
A towel on the bench looked quite inviting as he wrapped it around his waist.
The sudden jolt of freezing water made his eyes widen and a scream tear from his throat. The towel was soaking wet, both he and it having been drenched in ice water by one blonde haired Slytherin who was standing just a foot away, wand levitating a dripping bucket above his head.
"W-what the b-bloody hell was th-that for?!"
Draco let the bucket fall to the ground. "If I asked you to remove the towel, would you?"
"E-excuse me?" Green eyes went from a glaring stare to confusion beyond comprehension.
The blonde took a calculated step forward, as Harry backed away. "If the towel was dry and I told you to take it off, Potter. Would you?"
"Not for you." The attempt at being imposing did nothing for the Gryffindor as he found himself backed against the corner wall of the shower.
"Well, now your towel is wet. I advise that you remove it Potter before you end up in the hospital wing with another potion being forcibly shoved down your throat." The words 'forcibly shoved' seemed to have a different meaning when Draco said them and they made Harry's cheeks go pink. Even more so, his skin wanted to turn red when Draco removed the towel while Harry was flustered. The blonde let a grin come across his lips. "I see…"
The Seekers hands made to cover himself.
"I wouldn't have removed the towel either if I were you Potter."
The wet and freezing thing landed back in Harry's lap and he jumped, pushing it off, glaring at Malfoy as he left without another word. Yeah… this year was going to suck.