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Harry groaned. "I don't know! Fuck, how did we not think of this?"

Malfoy sighed loudly, and put his head in his free hand. "Well we have to shower, so.."

"Yeah."

"Well what if one of us just stands outside?" Malfoy suggested tiredly.

Harry was uncomfortable, but he nodded in agreement. Malfoy walked them to the shower.

"You can shower first," Harry said quietly.

Malfoy smirked slightly and opened his mouth, probably to say something like Of course I will. A Malfoy never showers second. But upon seeing Harry's defeated expression, his face relaxed into something almost like sympathy and he simply replied, "Thanks, Potter."

Harry gave a small smile. "What are enemies for?"

Malfoy snorted softly and started the water. He looked really uncomfortable.

"Potter, could you, uhh.."

"Oh!" Harry blushed dark. "Yeah, of course, right, sorry." He stared at the ground and closed his eyes tightly.

There was a soft rustling as Malfoy carefully removed his clothes. When he got to his left sleeve, Harry heard a whispered "Diffindo" and a soft ripping of cloth, followed by a "Reparo."

Malfoy stepped in the shower and spent about twenty minutes in it. When he finally got out, Harry laughed slightly. "Good God, Malfoy, what took you so long?"

Malfoy tried to sound irritated, but Harry could hear the faint smile in his voice. "Well, I could only use one hand, and I have to wash my hair very thoroughly."

Harry didn't reply. He was imagining Malfoy's hair in his head as he stepped in the shower.

Platinum blonde, and it always looked soft. Malfoy stopped slicking it back and now it looked amazing.

All Harry could think about now was Malfoy's hair, and how soft it looked, and suddenly he was imagining running his fingers through Malfoy's hair, and he didn't know why, but his brain substituted this image with one of him twisting his fingers in Malfoy's hair and tugging it, and the images in his brain got more and more sexual and Harry couldn't stop them and then Malfoy's voice cut in.

"It's been twenty minutes, Potter, almost done? I'm tired."

Harry froze. "Yeah, almost," he managed to choke out, realizing he hadn't done anything.

And he was confused, because why would he think of pulling Malfoy's hair and why was he so alarmed and how was he going to get rid of this erection?