Singing in the Shower (Nude)
Draco. Nude. (nuff said)
*****
The locker room was almost empty, and Draco had just gotten into the shower, having had to fight off the hordes of screaming Slytherin spectators after an unexpected win. There were a few random people putting on shoes and so forth, but Draco preferred the shower to himself, so he had just gotten in.
There was one person left in the room, whistling 'We Are the Champions.' They walked out the door, letting it bang behind them.
Draco tilted his head up, letting the water poor over his face. The water on his body felt as good as winning had. And he had been the reason they had won. Draco smiled. "We are the champions, my friends." he started singing softly. The snitch had appeared out of nowhere, practically in his face. Potter never had a chance. It had been a matter of shooting forward a few feet, and the golden ball was in his hand.
"And we'll keep on fighting to the end." His voice got louder, more confident, and more off-key as he continued on in the song. He sang through until the end of the chorus, as it was all he knew. He let the last sounding notes of 'world' die out, only to be replaced by the sound of giggling.
Draco turned around to find two giggling Gryffindor girls. "Hey!"
"Sorry," Ginny managed to say.
Hermione tried to stifle her laughter. "N-no we're n-not." She pointed. "Look, Ginny. It's so cute and little!"
"Hey!" Draco said again, his pale skin turning bright red. He covered himself with one hand and reached for a towel. There were none.
"Looking for this?" Ginny revealed the last towel, which she had been hiding behind her back.
"Or this?" Hermione had his robes behind her back.
Draco turned off the water. "Ha ha. You've had your fun, now give me my clothes."
"I don't see any reason why we should. Do you, Ginny?"
"Nope. I see this more as sweet revenge."
"Alright, alright," he hissed. "I'm sorry I walked in on you in the bathtub."
Hermione turned to Ginny. "He's a skinny little thing, isn't he? Hard to tell under all those robes. Too bad we don't see how pitiful he is more often."
"Don't make me hurt you, Granger."
"You want your clothes?" she asked. "Come get them." He forgot his modesty and charged at her then, but she whisked out of the way.
"Don't think so, Granger." Lurching again, he grabbed a corner of his robe, and pulled it towards him with such force, that he took Hermione with him, sending them both flying to the floor, Hermione on top of him.
"Gee, Granger. This is a compromising situation, now isn't it?" Neither of the girls were laughing anymore.
Hermione rolled off of him and jumped to her feet. "See you at dinner, Malfoy."
She and Ginny rushed out of the room.
Draco. Nude. (nuff said)
*****
The locker room was almost empty, and Draco had just gotten into the shower, having had to fight off the hordes of screaming Slytherin spectators after an unexpected win. There were a few random people putting on shoes and so forth, but Draco preferred the shower to himself, so he had just gotten in.
There was one person left in the room, whistling 'We Are the Champions.' They walked out the door, letting it bang behind them.
Draco tilted his head up, letting the water poor over his face. The water on his body felt as good as winning had. And he had been the reason they had won. Draco smiled. "We are the champions, my friends." he started singing softly. The snitch had appeared out of nowhere, practically in his face. Potter never had a chance. It had been a matter of shooting forward a few feet, and the golden ball was in his hand.
"And we'll keep on fighting to the end." His voice got louder, more confident, and more off-key as he continued on in the song. He sang through until the end of the chorus, as it was all he knew. He let the last sounding notes of 'world' die out, only to be replaced by the sound of giggling.
Draco turned around to find two giggling Gryffindor girls. "Hey!"
"Sorry," Ginny managed to say.
Hermione tried to stifle her laughter. "N-no we're n-not." She pointed. "Look, Ginny. It's so cute and little!"
"Hey!" Draco said again, his pale skin turning bright red. He covered himself with one hand and reached for a towel. There were none.
"Looking for this?" Ginny revealed the last towel, which she had been hiding behind her back.
"Or this?" Hermione had his robes behind her back.
Draco turned off the water. "Ha ha. You've had your fun, now give me my clothes."
"I don't see any reason why we should. Do you, Ginny?"
"Nope. I see this more as sweet revenge."
"Alright, alright," he hissed. "I'm sorry I walked in on you in the bathtub."
Hermione turned to Ginny. "He's a skinny little thing, isn't he? Hard to tell under all those robes. Too bad we don't see how pitiful he is more often."
"Don't make me hurt you, Granger."
"You want your clothes?" she asked. "Come get them." He forgot his modesty and charged at her then, but she whisked out of the way.
"Don't think so, Granger." Lurching again, he grabbed a corner of his robe, and pulled it towards him with such force, that he took Hermione with him, sending them both flying to the floor, Hermione on top of him.
"Gee, Granger. This is a compromising situation, now isn't it?" Neither of the girls were laughing anymore.
Hermione rolled off of him and jumped to her feet. "See you at dinner, Malfoy."
She and Ginny rushed out of the room.