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Chapter 7
Harry's POV
"Oh no my dear Potter, I merely came in here to clean off the mess that you had put on me."
As Malfoy's drawl assaulted his ears with its usual tone, Harry rolled his emerald eyes with contempt then shook his wet hair. He was tired and didn't have the energy or motivation to start a slanging match or a fight at this time of night with the blonde git. Bending down he picked up a small bottle of shampoo that had been absently left behind on the small tiled shelf that ran along the entire length of the shower block from the previous occupant.
"But this is a rare thing to witness indeed. I must say, I never could have possibly thought that you of all people would do something like that, but then again I guess I don't know you well enough yet Potter."
Silently hoping that it wasn't one of Ginny's strawberry smelling hair potions he unscrewed the cap ignoring the blonde's taunts and inhaled its scent deeply, pleased at the smell of freshly cut lemons that caressed his nostrils instead of the candy sweetness that wafted his way every time the cheeky red head passed him by. With a small chuckle he squeezed a generous amount into the palm of his hand and proceeded to wash his unruly locks, his back on purpose to the others prying gray gaze if he could see him at all through the thick layer of steam that had now magically surrounded his shower like a small rain cloud. Breaking his no slanging match rule he couldn't resist just a little jibe at his rival….just to ruffle his feathers a bit.
"I'm surprised Malfoy that you aren't still basking in the rare glory of beating me at one of those legendary common room parties that we've all heard about" Harry said with a fixed smirk as he rinsed the final amounts of shampoo from his raven hair.
"You know? The occasions when Parkinson gets pissed on a couple of butter beers, offers up her body to anyone wearing pants, then proceeds to snog her way around every pretty male there ending up with her grand finale of puking in the fruit bowl" The last sentence was added with a small chuckle as Harry made a grab for a soft white towel he had thrown earlier on the chrome rail but realised that it was unfortunately out of his eager reach.
" Yes those parties are the stuff of legend to your house aren't they? Though I alone can count the amount of times you have actually beaten me to the snitch on one hand" Any chance to insult the others past playing abilities then he would gladly take it.
Harry turned around to face the tall blonde with a defiant grin on his reddened cheeks noticing at once due to their close proximity with each other the familiar smell of peppermint that seemed to permanently surround the boy like an invisible veil, deciding at that precise moment that it was probably best for him to make his way out of the steamy room to the safety of the Gryffindor locker room before he made even more of a fool of himself in front of his smirking Slytherin nemesis. His best mate Ron having his own theory as to the blonde's distinctive minty aura…
" Arry, he only sucks on mints to hide the fact that he's been giving head to Zabini and Nott down in the dungeons"
Remembering Ron's comments on Malfoy's minty smell caused an uncontrollable outburst of nervous laughter from the young raven haired wizard's lips, who's path had suddenly become blocked by the tiny towel wearing blonde, though the red head's theory had still yet to be proven. His best mate's suggestion of bribing Colin Creevey to sneak down the snake pit after dark falling on deaf ears for the time being, but his little theory was interesting none the less.
"So Malfoy are you going to just stand there and look pretty all evening or are you going to let me pass?" Harry sneered drawing himself up to his full height while trying to summon his towel from the adjacent rail, wanting desperately to cover his still erect cock that unfortunately for him was showing no signs of wanting to soften in front of its blonde object of desire.
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