Chapter 3: Lemon Shampoo and Snap
And once more the golden snitch was shining in his hand. Harry grinned, and flew downwards. He grabbed another snitch hidden beneath one of the bleachers. He had collected twelve so far, and practice was going nicely.
"Harry! Hit the showers! You've done so much better than this lot," said Oliver Wood staring down at the Chasers who were currently chasing each other and the beaters who were attempting to play English football with a quaffle. "Oh, and, careful, there are holes in the walls from a stray bludger!"
Harry, glad to be let out of practice early, zoomed happily to the shower room. Harry had just squirted a whole load of lemon-flavored shampoo onto his black hair, which for once was flat on his head, when he heard a voice.
"You made me feel, oh, you made me feel,
Shiny and new!
Like a virgin, touched for the very first time!"
Harry wanted to start sniggering but he didn't want to be noticed. Holes in the wall, Harry recalled Wood saying. He looked up and confirming his beliefs, there was a hole from where the singing was coming from. Harry used all of his muscles to hold on to the hole and pull himself upwards so he could get a glimpse of whom the singer was. He had heard the song once on Dudley's radio. It was Madonna, he remembered. He gasped when he saw blonde hair, light and feathery. He almost groaned. No one ever told him Gryffindor showers were right beside Slytherin ones. Then he realized that he had actually groaned, a very loud groan that is. And, silence.
"Who, may I ask, is spying on me?" came Malfoy's voice from Harry's opposite shower room.
"I'm not spying," Harry said, incredibly embarrassed.
"Potter?" cried Malfoy
"Malfoy." Came Harry's reply. And once more silence broke out.
"Potter, thank you for my wand," Malfoy muttered, that Harry had to strain to hear him. Harry couldn't believe it, he was naked in a shower, beside Malfoy who was also naked in a shower, and Malfoy was thanking him. Wow.
"My pleasure," Harry muttered back, and had a feeling Malfoy couldn't hear him. "Malfoy, why do you think that I've started a rebel group?"
Malfoy ignored him, "How long have you been in here?"
"For like half an hour now, answer me Malfoy!" Harry was getting very annoyed by the Slytherin's capability to avoid his questions.
"Half an hour? Please tell me you didn't hear me sing?"
"Yes I did. Madonna? Really?" laughed Harry.
"I heard it on a trip to America," Harry could practically hear the Malfoy frown.
"I assume you don't want your Slytherin slaves to know you like muggle songs" Harry said with a somewhat cocky tone.
"Please, shut up about it?" Harry noticed that Malfoy was begging him for something.
"I will, if you tell me why you think I've started a bloody rebel group?" Malfoy seemed to be thinking it over.
"Well, for one, you make it obvious, all of you disappearing at once. Two, I believe I had a hunch and with your reactions, I was proven right." Malfoy finally admitted.
"Uh huh, and what if I tell you were wrong?" Harry tested him.
"Pfft, first of all, it's you, Potter and you wouldn't care less if my efforts were wasted," Malfoy countered. "And secondly, if you hadn't started a 'bloody' rebel group, why would you even be asking me this?"
Harry was immediately quiet. Damn Malfoy, and his ability to get into my head, he thought to himself. Harry's plan was falling apart.
"Listen, will you meet me tomorrow in front of the Gryffindor common room?" Harry asked him, softly.
"Potter, why in heaven's name should I do that? Blimey, you're more thick than I thought." Malfoy said with a disgusted tone. But, if Harry could have seen Malfoy's eyes right now, he would have thought differently.
"Will you please, please come?" Harry pleaded.
"No, Potter," Malfoy, said menacingly. "And, if you're done interrupting my peaceful shower, I have to go now,"
With that, Harry was left alone, to curse loudly at the blonde.
Harry stared at the paper. The essay about the properties of a finely cut gurdyroot seemed to be getting harder each time Harry thought about it. He sucked on the end of his quill, looking thoughtfully into space.
"Harry, that potions essay is not going to write itself, you know," Hermione said, as she herself put a full-stop on hers, which was 3 rolls of parchment long.
"I know, Hermione, I've just got a lot on my mind," Harry practically grumbled. And at once, Hermione turned back to concerned friend from fretful parent.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked anxiously.
"No," Harry sighed. "It's just… Malfoy."
"What about him?" Hermione inquired innocently. And then Harry launched into a full rant about what happened the past few days, and what a prick Malfoy was being.
"And he just left you there in the shower room?" she asked, once Harry had finished.
"Yeah!"
"That is so rude!"
"I know right!
"He is totally going to come," Hermione calmly stated.
"Yea- Wait, what?" Harry asked, disbelieving.
"Nothing," Hermione grinned. "You know what we should do? We should go to the library and work on your essay there,"
"Great idea, Hermione," Harry smiled, Malfoy leaving his thoughts. Hermione and Harry gathered up their belongings and walked out of the common rooms, books and parchments in hand.
And just as they left, Harry heard a soft, "Potter!" from behind him.
"Malfoy?" Harry turned around, with his eyes wide open.
"Yes, it's me." A grimace struck Malfoy's features. Harry suddenly realized that Hermione was there next to them, waiting patiently for their reunion to end.
"Uh, Hermione, why don't you go on without me?" he said, trying to make it not sound like he wanted to be alone with Malfoy.
"Of course," Hermione muttered, with a knowing smile on her face. "Bye, Harry. Bye, Malfoy,"
"See you, Hermione,"
"Ta ta, Granger," Malfoy smirked. And once she had left, he turned to Harry. "Well, against my better judgment, I came, Potter. I assume you wanted to tell me something,"
"Um, not really," Harry said, looking down.
"What?" Malfoy spluttered, "You called me here for no reason?"
"Well, sort of."
"Potter, you're unbelievable," Malfoy complained, sliding down on the wall he was leaning on, landing on the floor.
"Unbelievable, like fairies, or unbelievable like, annoying?" Harry said cheekily, sitting down next to him.
"First, fairies do exist. And second, you are incredibly annoying," Malfoy said, smiling slightly before realizing what he was doing and frowning. Harry frowned too.
"Malfoy…can I call you Draco?" Harry asked nicely, trying to ease the tension.
"Absolutely not."
"Draco, I'm bored," Harry sighed.
"Potter, what do you expect me to do about it?"
"I dunno," Harry said. "You wanna play exploding Snap?"
Malfoy thought it over. "It can't be that bad. Fine,"
Harry pulled out a pack from his pockets. He didn't remember where he got them from, but he was quite happy he had them with him. Time flew by as they played. Harry winning twice, and Draco winning four times. Harry, determined to catch up, suggested playing again and again. Only later did Harry remember where he got the Snap cards. Fred and George gave them to him, telling him that they secretly rigged them. And just as Harry realized that, the cards exploded, leaving a curious cloud of purple smoke. As soon as the smoke cleared, Harry heard Draco give a distressed cry. Harry looked over at him. Draco Malfoy was wearing no pants. The jeans he had been wearing earlier had disappeared, and now he was clad in green and black silk boxers and his school shirt on. Harry had to try his best from staring at his pale, long, legs with just the right amount of muscle in it, and no fat at all. Harry broke his gaze and stared down at his lap. He let out a yelp as he himself was only wearing his black T-shirt and boxers, which were white and adorned with red hearts. He groaned. Of all the days to wear the boxers Ron had given him as joke, he had to choose today.
"Potter!" Draco hissed. "Get me some pants!"
"I can't go in like this!" Harry cried back.
"Where did my wand go?" Draco realized. "They were in my pants!"
"The spell fades in two hours." Harry remembered.
"There's no way I'm staying here without any pants!" Malfoy protested. "Give me your wand!"
"Why?" Harry said, unwilling to give away his wand.
"Don't argue, just do it!" Harry narrowed his eyes as he took out his wand from his satchel and gave it to Malfoy. Their hands met and they both winced in surprise. Malfoy cast a disillusion charm on them both. "Let's go to your room, so I can get into some pants.
"You realize how wrong that sounds, right?" Harry chuckled.
"Potter, you pervert, shut the hell up," And then they both entered the common room and climbed up the stairs to Harry's dorm. The charm wavered and now they could faintly see each other. Harry tossed Draco some of his old sweatpants.
"Quickly get into these!" Harry told him.
"Ugh, no way! What else do you have?" Draco scorned. He looked through Harry's trunk and fished a pair of tight fitting black jeans, and put them on.
"Those are my favorites!" Harry protested. Draco merely shrugged. He cast another disillusion charm on himself and was about to leave but somehow Harry sought his invisible arm and held onto him.
"Potter…" Malfoy whispered impatiently. Harry didn't let him say anything else. Harry pressed his lips against Draco's. If Malfoys could melt, Draco did. Harry licked and sucked on Draco's bottom lip. Draco's hands reached Harry's T-shirt and pulled him closer, moaning, whilst Harry pushed him up against the door.
"I've got to go," Draco said as Harry broke the kiss and began sucking Malfoy's lovely, pale neck. He opened the door and left. Harry sighed. He walked downstairs into the common room and plopped down on one of the armchairs.
Outside the common room, Draco muttered the anti-charm so that he could see him self again. He patted down his now ruffled hair and walked away in the direction of the dungeons.
"Malfoy," Hermione greeted.
"Granger," Malfoy said as he passed her by.
Harry looked up to see Hermione walk in with a pile of books in her hands.
"Harry, are you going to explain why I saw Draco Malfoy leaving our common room wearing your black pants and sporting what I suspect is a hickey?"
"No way in hell," Harry replied calmly.