Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling. And therefore, I don't own Harry Potter.

WHITE LILIES

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: THE TOWEL

Bright. So bright.

I slowly opened my eyes and squinted as my eyes adjusted to the sunlight. Good morning, Hermione, I said to myself. I stretched my arms above my head and then I noticed something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

This is not my room. This is HARRY'S ROOM!

Then a film rolled in my head and suddenly I remembered everything that happened. I could remember every single detail. Now, I feel so alone.

Ginny.

I missed her already. Ginny was a great friend but everything changed in one night. She set her feelings aside for me because she knew I like Harry, and made herself believe that what she felt was nothing. But now, she realized that she was wrong. What she felt for Harry was worth fighting for.

But I couldn't blame her. Who wouldn't fall for a guy like Harry?

Where is he anyway? I asked myself. And what am I doing on his bed? I could remember myself sleeping on the floor, but on his bed?

Before I could think of anything that's...embarrassing, I heard a movement behind me and I spun around. Suddenly I wished that I didn't spin around and just keep on thinking about that embarrassing thought in my head. What I was facing then made my jaw dropped.

Standing in the middle of the room was a wet, almost-naked Harry. He probably just finished taking a shower. His hair was sticking in every direction and he wasn't wearing his glasses. That made his eyes more noticeable. What bothers me most was that – well – he wasn't wearing anything except for the towel draped around his torso, obscuring his – erm – you-know-what-I'm-taking-about from view. I'm greatly thankful for that.

"I just took a shower because I know I'd feel better," he continued as he dried his hair with another towel, not noticing that I had my eyes covered with my hand and was peering between my fingers. "And if you're wondering why you're on my bed, I carried you there because I know it's not so comfortable sleeping on the floor. I went to the Owlery afterwards and took a shower."

And he noticed me and stared. "What's the matter?"

"I – I," I stammered, my face blushing. Then he realized what was wrong and a mischievous smile curved on his lips. Oh no, This ain't good. He's up to something!

"Why, Hermione? You've never seen a naked guy before?" he asked as he walked his way towards me.

"Uhm – yeah, of course," I squeaked and Harry smiled even more. Damn, why did I say that? That was pretty stupid!

"Do you want to see one in close up?" he asked and that took me of guard.

"What?"

He just smiled and continued on walking. Then he lunged himself off the floor, towards his bed. At that same time, I rolled off the bed and landed on the floor. Merlin, is he still drunk?

He smiled at me and that reminded me of the eleven-year-old Harry. He's still a boy at heart and this was like a game we used to play.

"I'll get you!" he exclaimed and the chase began. We ran around and around his room, and for a moment, I forgot that he was only wearing a towel. Then he stumbled on the pillow that was on the floor and landed on top of me. We started laughing and then I noticed a familiar towel just beside me. It was the same towel that was draped on Harry's torso.

That only means Harry wasn't wearing anything.