Stuck With You

A Shower and a Patronus

3rd Person POV

It has been exactly one week since Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy's wrists became attached. In this time they have been using "scorgify"s to get clean, but everyone agreed that they need to take a shower. The group has been complaining for days about how gross they were and that they smelled. The boys agreed but ignored them because they really didn't want to have to shower together.

Harry and Draco walked into the great hall for breakfast, Draco sits next to Pansy, Blaise and Theo across from them. "Oh hell no, No. No. No. No. No." The dark haired girl exclaims as she gets up and sits with the other boys. "You have to get a fucking shower."

"What?"

"Seriously love, even I don't want to sit next to you, and thats saying something," Theo agrees, winking at Harry.

"Fine," the blonde exclaims, "We do stink."

"I completely agree," Harry says, though neither of them stand up.

Pansy then stands up grabs them by their conjoined wrists and drags them to their shared room, the other two following close behind. She pushes them into the bathroom and locks the door with an unknown spell. "I'll let you out when you are finished."

Harry looks at the boy next to him and lets out a sigh. "I suppose there is no way out of this."

"Definitely not," he agrees, knowing his best friend would never allow that. He debates what to do when all of a sudden his feels a tug at his arm.

"Lets just get this shit over with." And then with the flick of a wand their clothes are off.

"Wow, straight to the point Potter, if you wanted me naked all you had to do was ask."

"That wouldn't be as fun," he replies, smirking when he sees the blush on the pale boy's face.

"Shut up," he says, walking to the shower to hide his embarrassment.

"I didn't even say anything."

"You were thinking it."

They enter the shower without even glancing at each other and just stand there, neither of them knowing what to do. Then Harry turns on the shower and grabs the soap. Thankfully (or not) there was a shower head on either side, so they didn't need to be next to or facing each other.

"What on earth are you doing?"

"Showering you idiot. That is the point of this, isn't it?"

"Um, yeah. I guess."

A few minutes into the shower Draco realized his shampoo is missing and turns around to see if it is the other side, completely forgetting about the other person there.

Oh shit. He thinks, trying not to look at the naked body he is met with. He tries to turn around but slips on the floor, only to be caught by Harry. They make eye contact for a second, but the grey-eyed boy quickly looks in another direction, red creeping up on his cheek as he stumbles out of the boy's grip. They continue their silent, and quite frankly weird, shower and knock on the door. Pansy unlocks it and both boys walk out, each with just a towel around their waist since the girl didn't let them get clothes beforehand.

"Were you three just sitting there the entire time," Harry asks, slightly confused how a week ago he was enemies with these people and now they were sitting in his bedroom while he was just in a towel. Though he was more confused at the fact that he didn't care in the slightest.

"Pretty much, and might I say, damn," Theo says, once again flirting with his new friend. "I mean I knew you were fucking gorgeous, but the bloody fucking hell. You're practically a god."