Continuation of part 1...
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Walking out of the locker room an immense lose of time hit you. It was pitch black out.
You might be in your early twenties but you usually didn't venture out a night. So it was a rush seeing the lights and hearing the night life sounds.
You passed many witches and wizards coming and going around the field. The rain had stopped, so the passerbys tried avoiding the puddles.
Passing through the Quidditch pitch you walked in to the housing type area.
Weaving your way through the mass of tents you found your own. A simple triangle tent in your favorite colour.
A few drunks wobbled about and yelled from time to time but your tent looked as though it was in the same shape you had left it in that morning thankfully.
Many parties raged and the party goers filed out of the those tents and mingled with the other passing drunks.
"Is this it?" Draco asked, snapping you out of your daze.
"Yeah. Unfortunately." You replied as you spotted empty liquor bottles scattered around the entrance.
Leading Draco in, the room opened up to a well decorated, cozy apartment sized area.
Dropping his bag by the door, Draco just started to shell off layers of padding and robes. Plopping them down in a muddy pile beside his bag. Then kicking off his shoes, and placing them gingerly on the boot rack.
"So you have a bathtub or a shower right, love?" He asked, he was just standing nearly in the doorway in his boxers.
"Y-yeah... yeah. Over there." You said with a shake of your head as you pointed to the washroom.
Bloody hell. What was the stutter for? Idiot. You mentally scolded. It wasn't the first time you had seen one of your male teammates almost naked, quidditch was mostly dominated by men so it was no surprise most of your team were guys.
You could hear the water running moments later as Draco got in the shower. Well you assumed he was in the shower.
You took off your own padding and robes and threw them in a bin by the washroom. Walking over to take a seat on the couch you heard a crash of something being knocked over and off of something.
"Which one of these bottles is shampoo?" Draco called from the other room.
"Shampoo is the blue bottle. Conditioner is the purple one!" You called back to him.
All of a sudden the toilet flushed, and you heard the curtain fly open, and water run on the floor. More things fell over. Followed by the sound of magic being used and something splitting. What was he doing in there?
"I might need a hand. It seams I lost my ability to see colors properly, because every damn bottle in here is GREEN!" Draco yelled, his agitation apparent in his voice.
Getting up you walked over to the washroom. Taking a deep supposedly calming breath you walked in.
Amongst the steam and magic smoke stood a soaking well. Extremely fit. Incredibly attractive man.
His shaggy platinum blonde hair sat flat to his head, dripping water on the already soaked tile floor. He had just turned off the water so it had gone eerily quiet.
He had his back facing the door but it was easy to tell he wasn't planning on you just waltzing in by the tension in his well toned mussels.
For a beat all you could hear was your heart beating nearly out of your chest and the sound of Draco's ragged breathing.
"Just walk right in!" He snapped.
"Well sorry miss priss. You sounded like you were trying to MAKE a shower, not TAKE one." You retorted.
"Fine. I get the jist, but what one is the shampoo?" He asked as he turned around to face you.
His.
Everything.
Was.
Just.
THERE.
Full frontal. No shame. The whole package just out for show.
You guessed he realized he was naked because he almost tried to cover himself. With one hand, the other hand held a bottle of body wash to his side. Which didn't do much, mind you.
"Would you stop staring?" He said almost as an afterthought.
"Yes, maybe, shit, fuck, no. What. Oh no. Why. Fuck. Balls. Wait no. Not...Ugh. I give up." You said as you faced palmed so hard you slapped yourself and could just feel the heat radiating as you blushed.
"I'm just going to um..." Draco started to say before you turned around and reached for the door handle.
"I'll leave you alone now. Sor—." You said before you were interrupted.
"Do you want to join me?" Draco asked in a flat yet teasing tone.
"Hell no!" You spat.
"That was a tad bit rude." Draco said in return.
"I mean. What's wrong with you?" You said as you held eye contract with the man. "Just get some clothes on you weirdo!"
"Fine, but you're the one who just walked in. Plus, who on their right mind showers with clothes on?"
Looking at him with disbelief, Draco only shrugged and turned back to the shower.
"Just shower then get out here."
You then left the washroom and sat back down on the couch.
"You still never said which one was shampoo!" He called.
"It's the blue one!" You hollered back.
"Oh, I found it!" He said almost to himself.
You sighed and layed back on the couch. Maybe dating an idiot like him wouldn't be so bad, you thought. All you had to do was ask.
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😕 what even is this anyway I revised the hell out of this but it's still not great but oh well.
