The Joys of Hot Water

Hermione unwrapped the towel from around her body and stepped into the shower. She closed her eyes and lifted her face towards the spray of hot water, enjoying the warmth on her skin as she relaxed.

It had been a killer day; all of her professors had loaded her with homework and she had spent most of Charms trying to teach Harry to do a Mystification charm.

A smile curved her lips as she thought of Harry and his frustration with the charm. Double swish and a twirl, she remembered telling him, putting her hand on his as he attempted it again. Guiltily, she also remembered the thrill that went through her when she touched him, but she had shrugged it off, just like she shrugged off all the other little emotions that connected her to Harry.

She opened her eyes and let the water slide down her hair and all the way from her head to her feet. She loved showers, and this was one of the highlights of her day.

Reaching for her shampoo, she began to massage her head, lathering the thick foam into her hair. A billow of steam rose from her shower, and she began to hum, happy.

*

He was walking along the corridor, looking for Ron so he could borrow his Transfiguration homework, when he heard the humming.

He stopped short and looked around, half-suspicious that Dobby was around, but he quickly realized it was a girl's voice.

A very familiar girl's voice, in fact.

Harry followed the humming. It was hard not to, it was such a beguiling kind of hum, full of happiness. It brought him to outside the girl's change rooms, and he could hear the humming, sweet and a tune that he didn't recognize.

Harry hesitated. He knew he definitely wasn't allowed into the girl's change rooms, of all places, but that humming-

He pushed open the door and slipped in.

*

Hermione lifted her hands to her face and breathed in the scent of her shampoo. She loved it; it was one of her favourites and smelled like coconut and flowers and who knows what else. It was one of a kind and made especially for her by a friend of her parents'.

Smiling, she tipped her head back into the water and rinsed her hair, still humming happily. A movement in the doorway caught her eye, but she ignored it. It was probably Lavender or Ginny.

*

Harry was feeling extremely guilty as he tiptoed towards the humming, but he was getting closer and there was no going back now.

A billow of steam was rising from a shower stall, and the humming was coming from there. Harry could make out the outlines of the girl behind the curtain, but it was blurry. He could see the vague shape of her breasts, her hips, her legs all the way to the ground-

His robes abruptly became a little tight.

The humming floated towards him, and then he caught sight of a mirror on the ground. It was angled so that Harry could see right into the stall and he sucked in his breath.

*

Hermione put some conditioner on her hands and rubbed it into her head, sighing deeply in enjoyment. She ran her fingers through her hair, making sure the conditioner was spread evenly, and then reached for the soap.

*

It was Hermione, and she was naked.

Harry had of course imagined what his best friend would look like naked. What normal teenage boy wouldn't have? But the reality was better then his daydreams. She, unaware of his presence, was humming happily as she lathered soap onto her arms. His wide-eyed gaze travelled from her bare breasts to the fuzz of hair at the junction of her legs; down the elegant outline of her body. Tiny little hairs on her arms and legs suddenly became as visible as if he was right next to her.

His robes became tighter.

She was beautiful in her happiness, and he couldn't imagine why he hadn't seen it before. She looked good, of course, in her normal robes, but with her hair wet and lathered with conditioner, and soap running down the sides of her body-

He took a deep, shuddering breath. She was radiant. Why had it taken him years to notice?

*

Hermione paused. She thought she had heard someone.

"Ginny? Lavender?" she called out, but there was no answer. Assuming she had imagined it, Hermione turned her attention back to the soap she was rubbing along her legs, the hot water beating on her back. Mmmm. Bliss.

*

Without realizing it, Harry took off all his clothes, one by one. It was like he was in a daze, watching naked Hermione in the mirror.

He walked towards the shower, his body completely bare of a stitch of clothing.

*

Something brushed the door of Hermione's shower stall, and she looked up. Her face froze in shock.

It was Harry, and he was nude.

Her eyes became huge, and she stuttered, "Wha-What?" Self-consciously, she covered her breasts with her arms, straightening up. What the hell was Harry doing? Why was he watching her having a shower?

*

"Uhm, hi," Harry stumbled.

Suddenly he came to his senses and realized that he had just done the stupidest thing in his whole entire life.

He could have walked out of the changing room and she never would have known he was watching her. Instead, like the idiot he was, he took his clothes off and decided to say hi to Hermione.

Did somebody slip him a potion?, he wondered.

Hermione was still staring at him in shock, the hot water coming down onto her shoulders. And no wonder- if she had come and watched him having a shower, he would have freaked out too.

There was only one thing left to do. Harry summoned up all his resolve.

He leaned forward, stepped into the shower, and kissed her.

*

And then he kissed her, his arms going around her soapy body, their two naked bodies pressed together tight. Her eyes closed in reflex, and she wondered blearily if she was dreaming, but she kissed him back.

Their kiss lasted for a long time; two heads bent underneath a shower faucet, as the hot water came onto both of their heads, mixing brown and untidy black together, and washing all of the soap on Hermione's body away.

And when they separated, it was to breathe.

Hermione was in shock, but she managed to think the thought that her crush had just kissed her, and they were naked, in a shower, kissing. But that thought just put her brain into panic mode again, and so she shut her entire mind down and just gazed at Harry.

She put her arms around his neck and pulled him close, looking into his green eyes, before they shut and they were kissing again. Her mouth opened slightly, and his followed suit. Maybe this was like a romantic movie, but all Hermione knew was that it felt good.

"Uhm? Harry?" she muttered, after separating her tongue from Harry's mouth. "Your wand is poking me in the leg."

*

She kisses like no other girl, Harry thought. She kisses like Hermione. Well, no duh, she is Hermione. His thoughts seemed to be wandering all over his head. Well, what would you expect? he questioned himself. I am in a shower naked with the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

Hermione took her tongue out of his mouth to mutter something about something poking her in the leg, but he shut her up by kissing her open mouth, sliding his tongue in and preventing further speech. He was aware of her breasts poking him in the chest, and also that his...ahem...wand was having a life of its own, but she kissed so well he forgot all of that.

They remained there for quite a few minutes, kissing and groping each other, as the hot water slid over their two hot bodies.

*

I am in heaven, Hermione thought as Harry relentlessly pawed at her breasts. She ran her fingers over his butt, marvelling at how he managed to get muscles into such a fine-toned ass.

They would surely regret this the moment the hot water stopped, but right now nothing could stop them. She moaned slightly as Harry finally had enough of the two playthings on her chest and moved down to the southern regions. The hot water beat on both of their heads as they moved lower and lower to the floor of the shower stall.

Ah, the joys of hot water.