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SPRUNG!

Harry bustled through the door, a hand running through his luscious black hair. "About damn time," he said outloud. "Why, oh why does quidditch practice have to go on so long?"  He closed the door behind him and pulled his shirt over his head. But he stopped halfway through, and slowly pulled the shirt back down. With incredulity registering on his face he very carefully looked down at Draco and Hermione, both still sprawled on the bathroom floor.

"Woah!" he said suddenly, and turned away quickly. "God, put some clothes on Hermione, and you too Draco. Okay, totally not prepared to see this. I mean, your day starts out fine, you get breakfast, do a little homework, go down to Quidditch practice, and in all innocence, decide to take a bath! And just look what happens! Are you decent yet?"

"Um, yes." Hermione said, straightening up her robe.

"Thank god for that," Harry said, turning back around. "So, this is unexpected. Hermione and Draco… I always thought you were gay."

Hermione wondered briefly if he was talking to her, but his gaze was placed firmly on Draco.

"Evidently not," Draco replied, with the air of one speaking the plainly obvious.

"But, that night…"

"What night?" Hermione said instantly, "Harry, did you…?"

Harry looked mildly embarrassed, "well, we just happened to… uh… bump into one another."

Draco grinned almost maliciously. "It was a cold night, and we were both out late, and curious, and blah, blah, blah. It's no big deal Hermione. It only happened once."

"Twice," Harry corrected, then looked as if he would like to staple his own mouth shut.

"Oh yeah," Draco reminisced.

"Harry," Hermione said tentatively, "I hope you're okay with me and Draco. You're not… jealous… or anything. Are you?"

Harry barked a laugh just a little too loudly to be entirely reliable. "Jealous? Me? Of course I'm not jealous. You can keep him! He wasn't that good anyway."

Draco shot him a look that despite his crumpled robe nevertheless managed to be horribly confronting and superior. "Not that good? That's not what you were saying at the time!"

Harry snorted to hide his discomfort, "I don't recall saying anything at all!"

"Oh no?" Draco said, grinning again in malignant humour. "How about, 'Oh Draco, oh harder Draco, oh yes!'"

"I did not say that!" Harry spluttered.

"Well, forgive me if I believe that my memory of that particular night is a little more reliable than yours."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

They glared at each other.

"Oookay…" Hermione said, thinking it high time to step in. "It's getting a little awkward right now. A little weird… so, if you don't mind, I think we should get out of here."

"I can't walk around the halls like this," Draco pointed out without looking at her, meaning his crumpled clothes and sweaty hair.

"And I still want my bath!" Harry said indignantly.

"Okay, we'll all take a bath."

At this Harry and Draco both looked at Hermione hopefully.

"Uh, no," she answered, "no funny business. Just a bath. Deal?"

"Whatever you say, Hermione," Draco chanted.

"Alright then. Let's just hope there's no other interruptions." Hermione smiled, before stepping out of her robes and into the bath, which was happily still full to the brim with warm water. It was only a few seconds before Draco and Harry jumped in after her.

"Aah… that's better!" Harry sighed.

"What are you doing in here anyway, Potter?" Draco said, sidling over. "This is the Prefects Bathroom. You know… for Prefects?"

"It's also by far the nicest bathroom in the castle. Just look at this bath! It's more a pool than a bath."

"Hardly. A small lake, maybe, or a pond. Not a swimming pool. My pool at home is ten times this size," Draco said, looking down his nose at Harry.

"Stop bickering, you two!" Hermione said from the other side of the bath.

"What's there to do but bicker?" Draco asked.

"Well, you could tell me all about your little run-in with Harry. I have to say, I'm very curious about the whole thing."

"Are you?" Draco said with a silky voice, half implying that she might want a demonstration.

Harry cut him off. "There's really not much to tell," he said. "I just walked in on him in the astronomy tower, looking across the grounds, looking like a poor lost kitten."

"I did not look like a poor lost kitten!"

"Yes you did. Anyway, I felt sort of sorry for him so I stood next to him and started talking about stuff."

"He was talking about how beautiful the stars looked from out here and how you can see for miles and miles. He was totally coming on to me, Hermione. I think we should clear that up."

"Coming on to you? Well… maybe a bit."

"Told you."

"Anyway, then he started crying…"

"Crying? I never cried!!!"

"I saw your shoulders shake!"

"That was a sneeze!"

Hermione bit back a laugh.

"Well, he was crying and I put my arm around him… you know, to comfort. And the next thing you know, he's kissing me!"

"You kissed me first!"

"I most certainly did not!"

"You certainly did!"

"Okay, Okay," said Hermione. "Well, that sounds like a really magical evening," she said sarcastically.

"It was, actually," Harry reminisced.

"Yeah," Draco agreed.

"Anyway," Harry said, shaking his head to clear it. "How did you two meet up?"

"Well, I was taking a bath and Draco walked in and took one too."

"Well, that's not a very interesting story, I thought it would go on for longer."

"It would, Potter, but she left out all the details. And I think that's for the best."

Harry smiled wryly. "So how long has this been going on?"

Hermione thought for a while. "A few weeks."

Harry looked slightly shocked. "Why didn't you ever tell us?"

"I didn't know what you'd say," Hermione answered honestly. "I was afraid you'd be angry. Anyway, why didn't you ever tell me about you and Draco?"

Harry blushed. "Same reason," he admitted.

"Well!" Draco said a little harshly. "Nice to know you're both so ashamed to be with me."

"To be fair, Draco," Hermione retorted, "it's not like you stroll around telling the world about me, either."

Draco opened his mouth to argue, then decided against it.

"Exactly," Hermione said haughtily. "Now, if there's nothing else to say, I think I'll get out of the bath now. There's that potions essay due tomorrow that I need to finish."

Draco shrugged. "If you must," he said.

She turned to leave.

"Wait! Don't I get a kiss first?" he asked innocently.

Hermione smiled and looked a little embarrassed, but nevertheless went over to Draco and kissed him gently on the mouth.

"Happy now?" she asked.

"Happier… but that was hardly a kiss."

"But Harry's right there, Draco. I can hardly make out with you in front of him."

Harry coughed, "Oh, don't mind me. I won't watch or anything."

"There, see? Harry doesn't mind. In fact, Harry, would you like to join in?"

A/N

Would Harry like to join in? The choice is yours!!!

Oh, and sorry for the serious lapse in chapter updates. I've been really busy lately, and I hadn't felt like writing much. I should be able to get the next chapter up in a week or two. Promise! :) Thanks for waiting, for those of you who were. I hope you liked that chapter, there wasn't much action in it, I know, but I'll make up for it next chapter. If you enjoyed the story so far, Review!