A/N: The third of this week's one-shots. This one is slightly happier than the one from yesterday. One more tomorrow, and then a Dreaming Through The Storm update on Friday!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except a recent obsession with the song "If It Means A Lot To You" by A Day To Remember.
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It was early. Far too early for any of the other inhabitants of Grimmauld Place to be awake. And it was just the way he liked it. Severus didn't enjoy the hour, per say. He just enjoyed being able to shower in peace. Far too may jokes would be made at his expense in regards to his hygene. It wasn't his fault that the only time anyone really looked at him was after he had spent a good while brewing. You try standing over a boiling cauldron for hours at a time and she if your hair doesn't get greasy.
He also got up this early over the simple use of a shower because, although he stayed on the third floor of bedrooms, everyone knew that the best bathroom was on the second. With the Weasleys and other miscellaneous members of the Order, both young and old, there tended to be an awfully long line just to shower. So. Here he was at quarter after five in the morning, walking quietly down the hall, heading to the bathroom. It was times like these that he, only slightly, questioned his sanity.
Reaching the door, he looked down and stopped in his tracks. There was light and steam coming out through the bottom of the door. He heard no sound. Who would be awake this early, showering, and using a silencing charm. It didn't make sense. There were no other wards in place, so secrecy wasn't their top priority. Courtesy, perhaps? No one in this house cares much about being courteous, of that he was certain. Well. There was only one way for him to find out. Grasping the door handle, Severus gently pushed it open. He felt his heart stop dead.
There, just visible in the fogged over mirror, was Hermione Granger. The room was filled with steam, and he was amazed that he was even able to make her out at all. But he could, oh he could. Her back was to him, and the level of steam reached the small of her back. So, technically, he wasn't really seeing her naked. But it was still enough to make his heart nearly beat out of his chest. The skin on her back, practically flawless, was glistening from the water vapor in the room. Severus couldn't see much of her hair, despite it's length. She must have had it pulled to the front. Hot water spilled down around her body, it's temperature giving her skin a flushed look to it.
And, to him, she looked beautiful. So incrediblly beautiful. She practically blinded him with her beauty. Whether looking at her now or staring down the sun, he knew that it was the same experience. So completely blinding. He didn't want to look away, he couldn't. If he could stay there and just spend the day looking at her, he would call himself the happiest man alive.
Severus heard the water shut off and knew that he needed to leave, fast. He could now hear some sort of music in the room. That would explain the silencing charm. It was some song about Icarus, he didn't much care.
Giving one last longing look into the mirror, he left the room, closing the door behind him quietly. Severus retreated back to his room, shower forgotten, feeling forever blinded.
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A/N: Special prize to the first person to tell me what song inspired me to write this and who it's by. Preferrably without using a computer to look it up, but I can't prove anything. Hope you enjoyed it. Review or don't review. Whatever's easier.