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You would not, no could not believe how wonderful it felt to hop into the shower that next morning and turn the heat on to full blast. Never before did scalding hot water feel so wonderful.

I climbed out of the shower grabbing my towel and wrapping it around me, standing in front of the mirror to do my hair. I felt so much better after that shower. My body was finally rid of all its aches and pains and I felt as if I could run in the Olympics now if someone asked me too.

Looking around me, I realized I left my clothes in my bedroom. Great. Hopefully no one was in the hallway. I pulled open the door, the steam rushing out with me. "Oh," I said, stopping.

Standing in front of me, reaching for where the doorknob had been stood the boy . . . man known as Draco Malfoy. He looked no different from how I remembered him in school. His long blond hair hung in front of his steel blue eyes, which were staring at me rather amused.

"Hello," I said, clutching my towel to me.

"Hey," he said, smirking.

"Rea!" I heard Blaise cry. At first, I thought he was going to jump to conclusions, you know, seeing as how I was pretty much standing here naked in front of this guy. But when he came up behind Draco, he was grinning happily. "Hey, Rea, look who's been hiding out here!"

"I see that," I said. "Uh, do you guys mind? I'd really rather go through introductions clothed."

It was then that Blaise realized I was only in a towel. "I really don't mind doing introductions now," he said, smirking.

"Me either," Draco said.

Slytherins. Always alike aren't they? "Hermione!" I called, smiling at the two of them.

"What's going on here?" I heard Hermione say. "What are you two doing, gawking at her like that? How immature can you both get? Move! Shoo!"

Draco and Blaise ran off cracking up. Hermione came to stand next to me, crossing her arms and shaking her head. "Sometimes, it's really hard to believe we're all twenty-one or older."

"Tell me about it," I said. "Think you can get me to the room with out being spotted?"

"I'll try."

"Oy, Rea!" Ron said, coming out of his and Harry's room. "Put some clothes on!"

"Girls and their indecent exposure, huh, Ron?" Harry said.

"I know, the nerve of some people." They both walked down the stairs, laughing while I glared at Hermione.

"Thanks, Herms, a lot," I said.

"Hey, I said I'd try, I never said I'd be able to," she said giggling.

Finally I was clothed and heading down the stairs to the living room where Draco and Blaise were sitting. Shooting a glare at Blaise, I sat down in the farthest chair from him. I smiled politely at Draco, "Now, I'm ready for introductions. I'm Alurea Smith."

"Nice to meet you," he said, shaking my hand. "You know, Blaise talked about you a lot, but he never mentioned how pretty you were."

Blaise cleared his throat slightly. I smiled even wider at Draco. "Why, thank you. My friends talked about you a lot too."

Draco winced slightly. "I'm sure it was never good."

"Not always," I admitted. "But I'm sure things are better now, seeing as how you're living here."

"It's been okay, but it's nice to see a new face, especially one as nice as yours."

"So, Draco," Blaise said. "You never did tell me how you ended up here anyway."

"It's complicated," Draco said, turning away from me to look at his friend. "I just couldn't deal with it all. The killings, the torture, and everything else. Voldemort sent me on an assignment to kill some Muggles but when I got there . . . I just couldn't do it. So, I ran. I only ended up here because Remus Lupin found me. What about you two?"

Blaise and I looked at each other. "It's . . . complicated," we both said.

"How complicated is complicated for you?" Draco asked.

"Well," Blaise said. "Is being chosen to be Voldemort's heir and then having them want you to kill your girlfriend to prove yourself complicated enough?"

"Uh, just a tad bit complicated."

Mrs. Weasley poked her head into the living room. "Dinner's ready kids," she said, smiling.

We all got up to walk into the kitchen. Blaise took hold of my hand possessively and I couldn't help but smile.

"Jealous much?" I whispered to him.

"What do you think?" He said, but there was a smile on his face too.

And they say girls have no power over men.