This is just a quickly-written oneshot- I couldn't focus on anything else, so I decided to write! I am working on my other story (as sporadic as my updates are P, sorry about that if you're reading it. I won't leave it, because I really really dislike when authors abandon their work, but it takes time because I really have no plot line. Ah well.). My school has started already (Yay Junior year! Exciting stuff, man!), so updates on anything will either get closer togather or further apart. I'm not really sure how that's going to work. Anyway, enjoy! Comments and criticisms are always appreciated!
Hermione loved hot showers.
The sting of first stepping into the water out of the cool morning air; the rush of heat cascading from the very tip of her head, down her back, down her legs, to the very tips of her toes; the steady, relaxing pulsation of the nearly-scalding water streaming over her body- it was euphoric.
And noone, noone, noone, noone interrupted her shower time.
Until today, of course.
Hermione peeked out from the shower curtain, startled by the banging on her door.
"GRANGER! Get your bloody arse out here now!"
"I'm in the shower." Hermione growled, slipping her head back behind the curtain. She hoped he would her already frustrated tone of voice and take the hint.
"Do you really think I care? Put your bloody clothes on and get your arse out of the bathroom!"
"Are you ordering me around?" Hermione demanded, unable to believe what she was hearing.
"Yes. Now come on! Hurry your bloody arse up!"
"My god. You would think that one would get tired of using the same curse words in every sentence, but no." Hermione muttered.
"DID YOU HEAR ME?"
"YES!" Hermione practically screamed. "I CAN HEAR YOU JUST FINE! LEAVE NOW AND NEVER COME BACK, you poncy git." She mumbled.
"I heard that, Granger."
"Heard what? Now leave. It's my shower time. Noone interrupts my shower time." She replied, gritting her teeth.
"Noone? I'll do as I bloody please, Granger. Hurry up and get out here."
"Why are you so desperate to get me out there?" Hermione asked as calmly as she could (which wasn't very calm at all).
"Because."
"Because what?" She felt like she was talking to a five-year-old.
"Because."
"Just go away." Hermione said firmly.
"Make me."
"I- look. Give me fifteen more minutes. You know that I've divided up the shower time evenly; the chart's on-"
"Yes, yes, the bloody chart's on the bloody door, with the neat little bloody boxes and columns and rows. I don't care about the bloody chart."
"Stop cursing! Do you have to add that onto every noun?"
"And what if I do? Do you have a bloody problem with that?"
"YES!"
"Then get out of the shower."
Hermione sighed. 'Calm down. He's just a no-good, poncy, idiotic, moronic, troglodytic git who is trying to ruin your morning. Don't let him get to you.' She mentally told herself.
"I'll burn down your bookcase."
"You wouldn't dare." Hermione ground out dangerously.
"Do you want to try me?"
Hermione glared at the shower curtain.
"Incend-"
"STOP! I'm getting out, okay? Just- don't hurt the books!" Hermione said hurriedly, turning off the water and stepping out of the shower, the shower curtain billowing as she pushed it aside.
"That's what I thought you would say. And be quick about it."
Hermione rolled her eyes, grabbed her wand and muttered a quick drying spell, leaving only her hair wet. She wrapped a towel around her hair, slipped on her bathrobe, and opened the door to see him leaning on the doorjamb.
"Good morning, starshine. The Earth says hello." He grinned.
Hermione scowled. "Now what did you want so desperately that you had to interrupt the most important part of my day?" She said, still frowning.
"The bathroom." He smirked, ducking through the doorway and slamming the door shut. Hermione heard the click of the lock.
"YOU BLOODY FERRET!"