Nice Steamy Shower, eh?

I carefully focus my Omnioculars as he lazily strolls in, half naked and carrying a towel, the perfect image of aristocratic arrogance. He must've just come in from Quidditch practice, as his lean body and silky locks are glistening and drenched with sweat, and his chest is still heaving from exertion. Gods, he looks good sweaty. The heaving chest and out of breath expression doesn't hurt either. Gods, how I'd love to make him sweat...

    I watch as he hangs up the towel and begins to remove his shoes. He effortlessly unties them in a few graceful motions. The shoes are gone, and soon the socks are as well. Still sweaty, barefoot, and wearing merely a pair of simple black jeans, Draco Malfoy is the embodiment of perfection. No, better than perfection...Angelic...Heavenly...Sinful...Devilish...Orgasmic.

    My mind wanders to beautiful fantasies of just him and me, surrounded by the sweet scent of love and sex. The location has no significance; this recurring daydream has had many settings. Sometimes the restricted Section, the Quidditch locker rooms, the dormitories, hell, even sometimes we're right there in the Great Hall confessing our love to each other in the most sensuous and intimate ways. We care nothing of the outside hatred and animosity thrown at one another, because it means nothing. I've pictured his greek-statue body many many times before, and his flawless flesh is the breathtaking subjects of all dreams, fantasies, and everything in between.

    In my head, I've explored every porcelein detail of that body, loving it in every way I can. Our bodies move together, it's almost as if we are one; our mutual love is so strong. The sweat from both of our bodies has mingled, making us feel as though we are becoming each other, almost melting into each other...

    He immediately captures my attention once more as his hands play near his hips as he slowly removes his belt. With a snap of the belt and a smirk of satisfaction, only the jeans remain, begging to be removed. And how I'd love to be the one to liberate his body from them. My heartbeat quickens and my pulse rises as the top button is undone. Undressing is clearly a methodic task for him. God bless Draco Malfoy.

    Now for the zipper. His zipper is carefully and meticulously drawn lower and lower until fastened pants are no more for Draco Malfoy. I can just catch a glimpse of the silky silver boxers that grace everything heavenly under his unbelievable bellybutton. A few twists of the Omnioculars several knobs and the glimpse is lovingly magnified.

    Oh God...

    It's almost as if he knows I'm watching. No one is that beautiful and particular when getting ready for a shower. No one but Draco Malfoy.

    The plain black jeans slide easily off of his perfect, silk covered ass, and are gracefully pulled off each leg. Now all that remains is Draco just standing there, the very image of sex itself, in his wonderfully sexy silver boxers. What I'd give for just a taste of that...

    And now.

    The piece de resistance.

    The moment we've all been waiting for.

    Draco Malfoy is about to be revealed for all to see.