Hermione busied herself making tea, rapidly explaining to Harry what she'd overheard and why it was so urgent he come straightaway. His red Auror robes weighed heavily on his shoulders as he listened to her recount of an incident in the alleyway near her job at the apothecary. The long day of work and promise of another sleepless night dulled his senses so he did not immediately notice when the victim of the attack emerged from the bathroom behind him.
Malfoy, unaware of his appearance, asked him, "What brings you here, Potter?"
The constricting in Harry's throat made it hard to swallow as he focused on the messy, dripping wet hair, flushed cheeks from the hot shower, thin silk bathrobe, bare feet, exposed tattoos…he couldn't speak.
"Auror on duty," Hermione said, to save Harry from himself.
prompt from: anonymous