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Chapter 6

Showers and Bets

Hermione walked into the bathroom. It was a luxurious bathroom. There were separate rooms for the girls and boys. On this side, there was a huge, pool sized bathtub. Along the wall, a vanity with ten or so sinks. Off to the side was a hall, with ten showers, all private, with smoked glass doors.

Hermione stepped into the second shower and turned it on, she let the water warm up as she removed her clothing. She felt so gross, covered in sweat. She didn't even know what the dream was about, and that is what made her mad. She wanted to know what had made her shake so uncontrollably in her sleep.

She stepped under the warm shower, feeling every muscle in her body relax. She grabbed her shampoo, and began to lather it into her hair, making a wonderful scent of freshly picked raspberries. She rinsed out the shampoo and then applied her conditioner to her hair, letting it soak into every strand.

She finished rinsing out her conditioner and was lathering herself with soap. Showers, in Hermione's opinion, were the most relaxing things in the world. Mixed with the smell of her shampoo and body wash, she was in heaven for the moment, temporarily forgetting why she was even there in the first place.

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Draco, still half asleep, walked in the door to the bathroom. He walked towards the showers and ran into the wall.

"When did they put a wall there?" he said sleepily to himself. Then he walked to the other side of the bathroom, to where the showers were. But when he got there he heard the sound of a shower already going.

He walked to the shower wondering who would be taking a shower this time of night. He was still very tired, so he decided that he would leave it to them and opened the door of the shower next to it.

He turned on the water and took off his clothes. He just wanted to get this sweat smell off of him; he hated the feeling of it. He stepped under the shower and at once started lathering his body.

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Hermione was finishing rinsing herself off when she heard someone walk into the bathroom. She stopped to listen, and then she heard someone talking softly to his or her self.

She quickly got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. Then she saw a figure outside the door. She didn't know what to do, if it was a teacher, what was she going to say? But then the figure moved on and turned on the shower next to hers.

Relaxed, she took off her towel and walked back under the shower, enjoying the feeling of the water running down her.

Ten minutes later, she got out of the shower stall, dressed in new pajamas. They consisted of short green cotton shorts and a light green tank top. Her hair was in a towel. She walked over to the mirror, grabbed her hairbrush out of her bag and started brushing her hair.

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Draco heard the shower next to him turn off; he didn't want to get in trouble if it was a teacher, or Head Boy. So he stayed in his a little while longer, waited until he heard the shower door next to him open and close, then he waited a couple more minutes. He turned his off and started to get dressed.

He walked out of the shower with a pair of light blue pajama pants on and no shirt. And then he thought he was dreaming, for when he looked up he saw Granger standing at the mirror, brushing her hair.

"What are you doing in the boy's bathroom?" he asked.

Hermione almost jumped out of her skin. She had been expecting a girl's voice; she hadn't even looked up to see who was getting out of the shower.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, startled.

"I was taking a shower. What are you doing here?"

"I was taking a shower."

"Why are you in the boy's bathroom?" he asked again.

"I'm not; you're in the girl's bathroom, moron."

"No I'm not," Draco defended.

"Oh yeah? How about you read the sign," she said as she looked at him for the first time. He was very muscular, and you could tell with no shirt on. He had definitely got those from Quidditch.

"What sign?" he asked, still half asleep.

"The sign on the door that says 'Girls Bathroom for Prefects only.'"

"Well, I think it says 'Boys Bathroom for Prefects only.'"

"Oh yeah? Do you want to make a bet?"

"Yeah. What do want to bet?"

"I don't know. I've never actually made a bet before."

"You haven't?"

"No."

"Ok, if you win, er…"

"Then you have to be civil to me, Ron, and Harry for a whole week."

"A week? Maybe a day, but not a week."

"A week. So what if you win?"

"You have to kiss me," he said with a smirk. He knew he was in the right bathroom, and he still needed to win his bet with Blaise.

"What?"

"You heard me. You have to kiss me for two minutes," he said, making it worse for her.

"Fine," she said, knowing she was in the right bathroom.

"Ok, let's go check the sign," he said after they had shaken on it.

"Ok." And they walked out into the hall, both smiling at the other, knowing that they were going to win…

Lemons!

Brittany