Hermione Granger frowned, her brow thoroughly crinkling as she peered up at her boyfriend and roommate of five years through the thick steam that was wafting around their bathroom. "Why do you think we should do something like that?" she asked, sitting up slightly in the lukewarm water that drifted around her slim frame, scarcely littered with rapidly popping bubbles. The scent of lavender filled her nostrils and mixed berries breathed from her freshly washed hair. "Look, I just think it's time we told him." Ron replied, shifting awkwardly from his position on the blue painted toilet seat, which, incidentally, was making his rear end rather numb. "I heard you, but why?" "Well, think about it. What's going to happen if one day he looks in the mirror and sees that he doesn't look nineteen anymore?" Ron clasped his hands before him, as if he were pleading with her to see the logic in his statement. "We'll have to deal with that hurdle when we come across it." She answered, relaxing back again into the bath and …show more content…
His shoulders were hunched, folding in on themselves in a lack of self-confidence that was somehow endearing. Shaggy hair draped casually around his face, not framing but not invading into the space of his firm jaw and high cheeks. His nose was uncommonly straight, a characteristic of his features that Draco appreciated greatly due to its being evidence of good breeding. Despite his large clothes that fell loosely around him to pool on the ugly maroon corner bench, Draco could tell he had a small build, one that would be pliant to his wishes when he got the man into his bed. He was the perfect quarry, appearing vulnerable and insecure. A few well-placed compliments were all he would need to give before the man was eating from the palm of his well-manicured