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:Chapter Four: Shower Room Show
"You know I hate Malfoy and all, but him yelling at Flint really made my day." Said Fred.
"Wait till father hears about this!" George mocked causing the room to laugh.
"And what you did was bloody brilliant, Lilith!" said Alicia.
"No problem, I enjoyed it. Gotta love a power trip sometimes. What can I say?" I said. "But Malfoy. That wouldn't happen to be Lucius and Narcissa's boy would it?" I asked worriedly.
"Yeah why?" asked Katie, now the whole team was curious.
"Oh holy shit." I cursed quietly but apparently loud enough for the now silent locker room to hear me.
"Well?" Angelina asked.
"I well, I don't wanna talk about it." I said hurriedly.
"But-" someone started.
"Guys leave her be. She did just burn the entire Slytherin team for us. You mind coming round more often?" asked Harry with a wink.
"Sure." I said relaxing and smiling. Thanks. I mouthed over to Harry as the team was finally distracted. No problem. He mouthed back. I looked over to see Oliver Standing by his locker in the middle of pulling a towel out of it. He looked confused and gave me a questioning look like he was asking well? I just shrugged my shoulders while I raised my hands palm up like I was asking well what?
George went over and congratulated him on a good practice. "Come on man, let's hit the showers."
"I'll be in in a bit." He said his eyes still transfixed on me. George went on and Oliver made his way over to me.
"Well, you gonna tell me?" he asked.
"No. Not right now." I said with a sigh as I looked down at the bench beneath me.
"I'll let you go for now, but when I get back you better tell me. I don't wanna have to force it out of you." He said as he got up. He pecked my forehead before going to the showers. I sat there for a while feeling uncomfortable. I felt dirty and wanted a shower but didn't know if I should. Finally I said the hell with it and headed to the showers. It felt so warm under the showers compared to the brisk weather outside that I stayed in a long time. By the time I turned off the water the air was so foggy I couldn't see three feet in front of me. I reached out to the side for a towel with one hand as I finished turning off the water. Then I remembered something very bad. I forgot to bring towels.
"Oh shit." I said quietly. "Umm.. Guys!" I yelled to see if anyone was around to help. No answer. "Damn it." I said. But then I realized, no answer no people, no people no one sees me buck naked. I looked to the side and then around the corner before I got out of my stall. What I saw nearly gave me a heart attack.
"Holy shit Oliver!" I yelled as I sprang back farther wondering how much he saw of me. I silently thanked God for the steam.
"Nice to see you too." He said and though I couldn't see him I heard the humor in his voice.
"Go away! I'm naked for crying out loud!"
"Yeah I noticed." He said calmly. "But I guess if you don't want this towel I brought you I can just leave."
"Oliver you are a lifesaver. Thank you so much, please give me the towel." I waited for a few seconds but no towel. "Umm. Oliver?" I asked.
"Mmmm?" he replied.
"Uhh, the towel?" I asked. It was starting to get chilly and the steam was dissipating dangerously for me.
"Oh! The towel! Right!" he said but he still didn't hand it over.
"Well hand it over man!" I said fiercely.
"What is it with Malfoy that bugs you?"
"Nothing, just hand it over."
"I'm sorry I didn't catch the answer to that."
"Oliver later! Gimme the frikin towel now!" I demanded. Immediately a towel shot in at me supported by Oliver's arm.
"About freakin time!" I said as I wrapped the towel around me.
"Hey now little missy, don't make me take that towel back."
"I'd like to see you try."
"Mmm… Maybe later." He said slyly.
"Whatever." I said my teeth now chattering. Oliver put his arm around me and rubbed my shoulder causing me to warm up slightly as we walked. I leaned my head to the side and rested it on his bare shoulder. I was dead tired after that practice. He seemed a lot taller now when we were both just in towels than he usually did. He moved his head and kissed my temple whispering something in my ear.
"By the way I love the tattoo." He said. I stopped dead in my tracks and he turned to face me with a sly grin.
"But, but, but, how in the-?" I started, my hand subconsciously went to the lower left region of my abdominal.
"I saw it right before you bolted back in the stall." He said with a hint of laughter in his voice." I was still there opening and closing my mouth like a fish out of water. "Come on. Let's go." He said leading me back to get changed. I could feel my face was bright red from embarrassment. "What was that tattoo exactly anyway?"
"Oh, it's a phoenix." I said quietly trying to avoid eye contact.
"That's cool. When'd you get it?"
"Oh, ummm, I got it about the beginning of last year." I said trying to forget the entire experience. It was amazing how now that I was hanging out with a guy that has boyfriend potential, he keeps on asking questions that remind me of Eli. I hoped that Oliver would stop with the questions, I really didn't want to have to think about the night that I got that tattoo. I think Oliver picked up and my aggravation because he stopped interrogating me. We got dressed and went up to the common room.