In The Safety Of Magical World

Chapter 11

We walked through the empty hallways of the fifth floor until Harry stopped in front of a door next to the statue of a lost-looking wizard with gloves on the wrong hands.

" I haven't been here since my fourth year. Hopefully, the password hasn't been changed. Pine fresh! "

The stone door slid aside, disappearing into the opposite wall, revealing a passage. Quickly, we slipped inside and bolted the door behind us. Nobody else was present on the fifth floor but I felt like we were breaking the rules once again. Harry wasn't a Prefect, let alone me. So technically we weren't supposed to be here but during the holiday, the staff probably took a little break from catching and punishing misbehaving students.

Normally I stuck with showers and didn't enjoy bathing that much as it made me feel like a sea cucumber, soaking in my own dirt. However, just a single glance at the bath that looked more like a swimming pool than a bathtub changed my opinion on taking baths. 

Maybe it was the undeniably romantic atmosphere, created by a splendid, candle-filled chandelier that poured soft light all over the room. Possibly it had something to do with the moving mermaid in the stained glass window that gave us a shy glance and turned away, hiding behind her long hair. On the windows next to the mosaic, long, white linen curtains hung. Wherever I looked, there were white marble, taps, and bath supplies.

As soon as we entered the room, the rectangular bath immediately started filling on its own. Colorful jets of water shot out of the golden, jewel-decorated taps and the water level raised so fast it was almost incredible, considering the bath's size. Mountains of thick, ice-white foam filled the entire tub and overflowed, making us jump aside. In less than a minute the bath was full, waiting for us.

We undressed, leaving the clothing further away where it wouldn't get wet. Harry took off his glasses and put his wand next to them. The water was the perfect temperature, very warm but not so hot it wouldn't be possible to get in. I was amazed at how deep the bathtub was, deep enough for swimming. The water reached my shoulders and I wondered if the tub was somewhere like Muggle pools that gradually went from shallow to deep. Enormous piles of foam towered above my head.

Harry came up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, his head rested on my shoulder. His mouth gently nibbled my clavicle and I dampened his hair with my wet, foamy hand. Some bath supplies had probably been added to the water, causing our bodies to feel slippery. Underwater my hand traveled along Harry's sides and between his hips. He was completely ready by now as if bathing alone was enough to turn him on. He flinched slightly from my touch and looked up at me.

" You have such gorgeous eyes, " he said, leaning into me, relaxed and blissfully happy.

I smiled at him, remembering the moments when my heterochromia had given me a few embarrassing moments when I was unable to explain to people why one of my eyes was blue and the other one – brown. My parents used to joke that I must have grabbed one eye from each of them, as my mother was blue-eyed and my father was brown-eyed.

" I like the way you react at new things, " Harry said, " the expression on your face is to die for, honestly. "

I smirked. " Enjoying the gawking of a dumb Muggle at the sight of magic or what? "

" God, no! I'm talking about the shine in your eyes, your moments of silence when you try to process what you just saw quietly, even though you have so many questions. How you try to act like it's normal when magic is totally out of the ordinary for you. "

" I wasn't born to be a wizard, " I stroked the hair back from his forehead which uncovered his scar. The sight of it brought Voldemort into my mind and I would have shivered if not for the warm water. " And me being here is nothing but a coincidence. We might as well have never met. "