Two

Severus Snape was in the prefect's bathroom, about to take a bath. He slipped off his shoes and socks, pulled off his shirt, and was about to unbutton his jeans when the door opened.

"Snape! What are you doing in here?"

"About to take a bath. What are you doing in here?" No mistaking the voice that haunted his thoughts.

"Same."

Severus Snape turned to see James Potter stripping his shirt off, shoes already gone.

"Coming?" he asked, and then there went the pants.

"Why would I undress for you?" Snape snapped.

James shrugged and stepped out of his boxers, walking calmly into the bath, turning on all the different bubble kinds.

Snape looked down, trying to avoid looking at a dangerously good-looking enemy, even at the worst of times. He lay down on the floor, no intentions of leaving. As soon as Potter was gone, he was taking his bath.

"So, Snape, tell me something."

Snape grunted, so James took it as a sign to continue.

"Why are your underpants grey?"

"Why are you such an arrogant asshole?"

"Answer my question," he replied smoothly.

"Because not all of our parents are rich, and a lot of them just don't care."

Potter was silent for a minute. Then he whispered something similar to "Sorry."

"Now you answer my question."

"Because I like someone I'm not supposed to."

Snape opened his mouth to question him, but was instead pulled into the bathtub by a pair of strong arms that easily wrapped around Snape's thin frame. He surfaced, spluttering. "Why the hell would you do that? I'm leaving." He stood up and almost made it out of the tub when James popped up behind him.

"So, you're just going to walk out there in drenched clothes?"

He folded his arms across his chest. "No."

"You can take off your jeans. It's not like I'm looking." Potter turned away, shielding his eyes.

"Fine," Snape grumbled, "since you want me naked so badly." He slipped off his wet clothes, laying them out so they would dry and dove into the bubble-filled tub. He surfaced and slicked back his black hair, the wet strands hitting his shoulders.

James reopened his eyes. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Snape glared. "I am not wearing any clothes and am in a bathtub with my biggest enemy, who is also naked. This doesn't look good."

"Who's looking?" James whispered.

Severus dove under, swimming silently, and came up right behind James, so close they were almost touching. "About that person."

James didn't flinch. "What person?"

"That one you're not supposed to like."

"Three guesses," he replied without turning. "One."

"Sirius."

"Nope."

"Remus."

"Hell no! Sirius and Remus are- never mind."

"Well, it's not Pettigrew."

"Nope." He whipped around. "Try again." And then he leaned forward and kissed Snape.

It was truly a Kodak moment when Snape's eyes popped open as James wound his fingers into Snape's hair.

He pulled back. "Got it yet?"

Snape nodded and leaned forward to kiss James.

Think bath time is only for Harry and Cedric?

Think again.