Silver Hourglass

Inner Slytherin Chapter 6

"Come on Potter wake up." Draco's voice said. Harry groaned and opened his eyes groggily. He expected to see the dusty ceiling of the cupboard, spider webs and spiders covering it. Instead he saw the emerald velvet of the Four-posted bed in the Slytherin dormitories. Harry muttered nonsense as he sat up, the sheets of his bed pooling at his lap. Harry yawned and outreached his arm, looking blindly for his glasses. His fingers stumbled on them on the nightstand beside his bed, and he grabbed them, his fingerprints peppering his lens as he brought it to his face. With his eyesight, Harry turned to Draco and gave a tired smile "Morning Draco." He yawned. He looked around and saw that all the other boys were still sleeping. "What time is it?" he asked.

"Quarter passed seven." Draco said. "Come on Potter, you need to get ready. The second lesson of being a proper wizard is getting ready for plans early. Now get up and come to the baths with me."

"Okay Draco." Harry yawned, getting out of bed. Draco's robes were already folded on his bed waiting for him and he said "Leave your clothes here, they'll get them to clean it. Get your robes." Harry nodded and opened his trunk, holding a gasp when his clothes changed. His robes now had the Slytherin emblem on them and there were black and silver ties piled on his folded white button downed shirts. Harry took out his school clothing and folded them on his bed. Harry followed Draco through a door that he didn't notice before and they walked into a giant bathroom. There were several tubs and shower stalls, and several sinks next to each other with a large mirror on the wall. Draco stepped in front of one shower stall and said "You have fifteen minutes Harry."

Harry nodded and took off of his clothes. He stepped into the shower stall and closed the curtains behind him. The water stared immediately and Harry gave a small gasp as the water fell on him, the temperature perfect. He forgot about his glasses and blushed in embarrassment when he realized that they were still on. He looked around the shower stall and saw a small ledge. He took off his glasses and placed them on there before proceeding to clean himself. Fifteen minutes later he was battling with his rat nest hair, annoyed at the tangles.

"Potter, what is taking you so long?" Draco asked. Harry turned and saw his blurred silhouette behind the curtain.

"Sorry Draco," Harry said, "But my hair is umm..."

Harry heard Draco sigh and next thing he knew the curtain was ripped open, Harry shrieking as he turned around, his back facing Draco. "What are you doing!?" Harry shrieked.

"Helping you. My mom and dad did this when I was very young." Draco said.

"You're not supposed to do this Draco!" Harry said, squatting down in the tub. Draco sighed and stepped into the tub with Harry. "You are a mess Potter." He sneered as he grabbed the nearest brush and combed Harry's hair. Harry winced as Draco brushed roughly, getting rid years of knots that developed in Harry's hair. "Honestly Potter when was the last time you decently washed your hair?" Draco asked, tugging at a clump of hair. "Ow." Harry winced.

"Suck it up Potter." Draco said, brushing Harry's hair until the knots and tangles were gone. "Potter," Draco said, "I want you to brush your own hair from now on, and take twenty minutes for your baths."

Harry just nodded and asked Draco to get out. "I will," Draco said, "but I want you to bathe your hair again. Seriously Potter tell me, when was the last time you actually cleaned it?"

Harry blushed as he tried to remember. His aunt and Uncle allowed him to clean every day, but the baths or showers usually lasted five minutes before Aunt Petunia knocked on the bathroom door, telling him to get out and do his chores. So, Harry didn't have a lot of time to clean his body, and he usually neglected his hair. "I usually had five minutes." Harry admitted, mumbling to himself.