In the Bath

"Malfoy!" Harry rapped on the bathroom door. "Malfoy, damn it! How long do you intend to occupy the bathroom? This is a bloody siege! Malfoy! Don't you dare use all the warm water!"

"Shut it, Potter! And cease this noise!"

"Malfoy, open the bloody door this instance!" Harry yelled, then added hastily. "But only if you're decent!"

"I'll let you know when I'm ready. Unless others I don't want to name here, I do need my comprehensive personal hygiene!"

Harry growled lowly, fisting his hands at his side. "What are you doing anyway that's taking this bloody long?! You've been in there for over two hours already! I'd like to sleep within the hour if this is possible!"

"Not that it's any of your business, Potter, but I'm tending to my hair, which needs extra care, unlike your unspeakable mob you dare call hair too!" Malfoy yelled through the door, obviously getting a bit angry. "And I'm not hindering you from going to bed. Merlin forbid me standing between you and your beauty sleep; which you need dearly, might I add!"

"I'm sticky and sweaty-"

"All hot and bothered by a conversation through the bathroom door? There's obviously something wrong with you, Potter!"

"- and I want to take a shower!" Harry yelled, again pounding his fists at the door. "And I'm going to take it NOW! I've waited enough and if you're only 'tending to your precious hair' ... well, you're just going to have to do that over the sink!"

"What?" Malfoy shrieked. "Don't you dare, Potter!"

"You aren't naked, are you?"

"YOU WISH!"

"Good!"

"What do you mean with 'good'?" Malfoy obviously didn't like the sound of that word, as something occurred to him, something eerie. "Don't you dare come in now, Potter, or I swear I'll ..." his voice faded as he couldn't come up with a decent threat.

"You're decent and I'm about to fall asleep standing! You've got five seconds before I open the door!"

"NO! Potter, I swear-"

But his words were cut off as Harry opened the door to the bathroom with a simple Alohomora.

Malfoy let out an undignified and highly unmanly shriek, as the door crashed open with more than strictly necessary force. There was a nervous twitching in his right hand, and Harry suspected that if his wand weren't lying safely beside the stack of fresh towels a few metres away, Malfoy would have hexed him; but other than that, Malfoy did a great imitation of a deer caught in the headlight.

"Ah!" Harry screamed and staggered backwards as if hit by an invisible blow, narrowly missing banging his head on the doorknob. It had taken a few seconds to take in the whole picture, but now all he could do was stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the sight before him.

Malfoy was safely wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe, tied securely around his waist, only Malfoy's toes peeked out underneath the hem, as the Slytherin was still petite and somehow fragile-looking. A few stray droplets of water ran over his neck into the collar of the robe. His silvery-blond hair was slicked back by some unknown substance (but definitely not hair-gel), which made it appear slightly darker. But the thing that made Harry scream was nothing of these; it was far worse. Malfoy's face was completely green.

"Oh. My. God. Malfoy!" Harry cried out, scrambling back to his feet. "What happened to your face?! You are- Merlin! I thought, you'd be joking as you said you were allergic to Muggles! If I'd known- Well, I couldn't have changed anything, but at least I'd had known!" He rattled on, only vaguely registering that he didn't breathe enough. "And you're hiding yourself in here without saying anything! What kind of rash is that anyway? OH GOD! Malfoy, I think your skin's crumpling down!!"

"Sod. Off," Malfoy growled; the slight movement of the green skin causing Harry to flinch. "Get. Out. Now." For everyone he'd seem completely calm, were it not for the slightly insane gleam in his eyes that promised unimaginable torture if one was to defy his order.

"No way, Malfoy!" Harry cried, openly defying the order with help of his (in Malfoy's insane gleaming eyes) foolish Gryffindor traits. "We may hate each other, and I won't even deny that I don't think this will ever change, but I'll be damned if I left you alone in this ... condition!"

"I'm in no CONDITION, you sodding GIT!!" Malfoy screamed. "That's no rash or anything remotely dangerous for that matter! Now, if you'd be so friendly as to MOVE YOUR ASS OUT OF THE BATHROOM, I'd be forever thankful!"

"That's no rash?" Harry repeated dumbly, again refusing a direct order. "What's it then?"

Malfoy, realising that his sole way out of the situation was the truth (and then some threatening), gritted his teeth in anger. "It's cucumber."

"You're allergic to cucumber?"

"NO! IT'S A CUCUMBER MASK, YOU BRAINLESS MORON!!" Beneath the splitting green, angry red skin started to shine through. "Not everyone's such a baby-face by nature, some of us actually have to do something for their smooth skin!"

"Oh," was all Harry managed. "I suppose I'll take my shower later ... much later ..." Not waiting for a reply, he hastily retreated back into the bedroom.