Ablutions and Dishes

A/N: Getting inspired, writing this, all of it was roughly a half hour long process. I think it came out a little rushed, and I did have some trouble with the word limit, but anyway. The mental image was too much to resist.

This is, of course, a response to a challenge at The DG Forum. The challenge was:

Must be DG. Must include the line, "I don't share, Weasley."

FF . Net is insane, so depending of MS Word, the word count for this is slightly more than 800, not including the author's notes. I couldn't help it.

"MALFOY!" Ginny paraded the lengths of the apartment she shared with the blond furiously, finding each room empty of his very annoying presence. "Where are you, you PRICK?"

She entered his room, to find all his clothes in a huge heap by the door to the and the hiss of falling water in the air. "MALFOY!"

"Dammit, Weasley!" came his muffled reply. "I'm in the shower!"

She glared pure death into the door of the bathroom; the prat had done the unpardonable, he simple had to be punished. He couldn't escape her just because he was involved in some inane activity like observing self-hygiene!

"Who the heck told you to have the shower now?" she screeched. "When you've left all your dishes in one big heap of grease and ceramic at the sink for me to wash, you chauvinistic PIG!"

There was silence from the bathroom, and then a muted snicker.

"That's it!" she bellowed hysterically. "I'M COMING IN THERE!"

She prodded the door fiercely with her wand, causing it to swing open, allowing her access.

She should have entered with some more caution; after all, she'd never seen her housemate in the nude, despite their living together for roughly a month now. As it was, she strode right in, to find him under the shower, steam billowing around him as the soap slid sleekly away from his body, the water rippling over the lean but very toned muscles. Ginny gulped. He was very, erm, manly.

His head was tilted back, eyes shut, as he ran his hands slowly through his hair. His relaxation was, however, interrupted by a very derisive, if slightly desperate, snort from the redhead.

"OH MY — what the — Merlin's manboobs, Weasley, get the hell out of here!"

He was suddenly tempted to cover his most vulnerable parts with his hands — he would have, if the gesture wasn't termed decidedly un-masculine.

She stared, her face rubicund in the highest extreme, unable to take her eyes off his 'vulnerable parts'.

He observed her steamy gaze, and the blush in his cheeks was quickly replaced by a rather sly smirk. Perhaps he needn't give up on the shrew after all. He had nothing to be ashamed of — quite the contrary; he had more to flaunt.

"On seconds thoughts, Weasley," he said huskily, rolling his shoulders tantalizingly, "stay if you like. I suspect it's been a while since you enjoyed a view quite so scintillating."

"Malfoy," came the redhead's cutting reply, "you look like a drowned rat."

How she could gather such an assumption, he had no idea, so he decided that it was a reply that came out of a very painful attraction that rendered her quite defenseless to his charms.

He proceeded to tilt back his head and allow the water to flow through his hair, a lazy smirk lingering on his lips.

Ginny stared desperately around the room, fists clenched; there had to be something in here that would hold her gaze away from him, toned and hard, oh —

"Did you know I rather wanted to kick your arse, Malfoy?" she began belligerently. "You had the audacity, the bloody nerve, to leave your plate at the sink!"

"And here I thought I was doing you a favour keeping myself in high order, so you could have something riveting to think about as you performed your domestic duties."

"How could you? Have you no chivalry at all? Can't your delicate little fingers handle washing one dirty little plate?"

He shut his eyes, still smirking. Gods, the girl was entertaining.

"Disgusting, sexist," she ranted on. "I can't believe you were so bloody selfish! And — and — omigosh, Malfoy! Is that…is that girl shampoo?"

"Give that back," he snarled, snatching the bottle viciously away from her fingers. He kept the shampoo well out of her reach, and said haughtily, "I don't share, Weasley."

Ginny began to laugh. "So this is the secret to your silky tresses, Malfoy."

"Just because a shampoo has a pink cap does not term it to be 'girl shampoo', you idiotic girl."

He glared petulantly at her; now he couldn't even wash his hair in peace. The redhead stood with her arms crossed smugly over her chest as she grinned at him.

The idea brought the smirk back to his lips. His arms shot out quickly, swiftly, and to her horror, he pulled her straight into the shower with him.

"UGH — I'm wet — Malfoy, you prat, let GO!"

"Oh, no, love." He drew her close to his body, enjoying it when she stiffened, shivered.

He picked up the 'girl shampoo', and then whispered into her ear.

"Time to get cleaned up, darling."

A/N: Please review!

I'll keep you guessing on whether or not Draco DOES use girl shampoo. Though I do know shampoos are largely unisex (LOL!), this idea was too entertaining to let it go.

~starlit skyes