A/N 1: Well, this story has been on Fanfiction.net for a while, and it's done fairly well. So after a belated delay, I finally decided to upload this here as well. Well, I've got five chapters written already, so I'll post those over the coming weeks (hopefully), but then you'll have to wait for the updates. (I'm fairly slack, so you may have to wait.) Enjoy.
Also; this story is exactly the same as when I first posted it on FF. If I were to go through it now, there is many a thing I would alter in it. But the writing gets better. (I hope).
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Round One - Spying In The Shower
As the warm water beat down on her face, Hermione could feel the night's lack of sleep washing off of her. Following another night of hot and sexy dreams, Hermione needed the shower to remove the beads of sweat that had covered her body when she awoke. The same sweat, every morning for the last month.
Getting out of the shower and drying herself, Hermione began thinking about the previous night's dreams. They always involved one black haired boy. Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, her best friend, and room mate. Being Head Girl had its advantages, including a private dorm to share with Harry as Head Boy. The prospect had initially seemed great, but the close quarters had led to fore mentioned dreams.
Just as she placed her towel in the basket for washing and reached for her clothes, Hermione caught sight of Harry's smirking face. He'd done it again. A group of first-years were unfortunate enough to stroll past the portrait leading to the Head dorm at that instant. A loud scream of "HARRY!!!" pierced the early morning, and caused said students to launch down the hall in sheer fright. Things that screamed, but weren't seen were definitely an avoidable commodity.
Harry snuck out of the bathroom before another word could be spoken. Harry was slightly concerned it would be a curse of some sort, and she knew some good ones. He smiled as he strolled over to a chair as he marvelled at his genius. He had invented the game almost two months earlier, and had put it into action a fortnight ago.
FLASHBACK "I've got an idea for a game Hermione." Looking up from her Potions essay, Hermione replied. "Right now? You and I have work to do Harry. And you know Snape'll have our heads if we don't finish this assignment tonight." He shook his head, "I know. I didn't mean now, we can give it a try tomorrow morning."
Sighing and knowing she wouldn't like this game, Hermione responded, "And how exactly do we play this game?" Harry winked, "You'll just have to wait and see for yourself."
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Hermione, now fully dressed, came storming out of the bathroom with Harry dead in her sights. How she wished that were not a matter of speaking. Before Harry could turn and run, Hermione had cast a body-bind curse on him. Harry swayed dangerously before falling hard on his back.
"Do you think this is funny Harry? What kind of sick games do you devise in that mind of yours? I could see Ron doing this, but never would I imagine you. Do you think this is fun?" She released him so he could reply.
"Well of course its not fun," Hermione smiled, "you're not retaliating. It'd be fun if you snuck in on me, which is when it's a battle of wits. This one-sided war is no fun, although it has its perks." He smiled mischievously, causing Hermione to sigh in defeat.
"Honestly Harry, I worry about you sometimes, all you ever seem able to think about is -" Harry cut her off before she finished.
"Come on Hermione, let's go get some breakfast." And with that Harry dragged her out towards the Great Hall, the argument and Harry's shower game were pushed from their minds.
For now.
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Hermione was curled up on a couch in the corner of the common room later that night. Harry was at Quidditch practice, so Hermione had the comfort of the whole dorm to herself.
A little after 9, Harry stumbled though the portrait hole, sweat and mud dripping from his uniform. Hermione looked up, and realised he hadn't noticed her in the corner. He pulled off his Quidditch robes, leaving himself in his pants. Hermione couldn't help but notice his muscles glinting in the mild light.
Dumping his robes next to the door, Harry walked into the bathroom and locked the door. After a few minutes the water running from the shower could be heard drumming away through the door. "Payback," thought Hermione.
Unlocking the door with a wave of her wand, Hermione slipped in quietly. The shower had fogged up so she couldn't see Harry, but Hermione knew she'd catch him. Slipping into the pool-sized bath, empty of course (she wasn't Head Girl for being an idiot after all), Hermione peered over the edge to check her view. Harry wouldn't know what hit him.
"Nice try Hermione," Harry's voice carried across the room, but not from the shower's direction. Looking around wildly, Hermione was puzzled, "Where are you?" Harry stepped out from under his invisibility cloak. "If you want to catch me, don't do it the same day I tell you to. It was kind of obvious you would try today if you ever did." Hermione blushed when she realised Harry was only wearing his boxers.
Harry peered down, smiling at her embarrassment, "In complete honesty, I thought you wouldn't join in my game at all. But now, I know you're up for some fun, so I'll find more games to play." Harry smiled again, causing Hermione's heartbeat to speed up ever so slightly. "Now if you don't mind, I think I'll have my shower." And before she could remove herself from the room, Harry turned away and lowered his boxers before walking to the shower.
Hermione's eyes were drawn to his rear immediately, the mere sight of it sped up Hermione's already pumping heart. "It's just as tight as I imagined, Quidditch is better that I thought if it can do that. Yes, he can definitely keep up Quidditch. Wait……what am I thinking? Why can't I stop staring at his cute, little…" her thoughts were interrupted by Harry.
"Never knew you liked the look of my ass. I must remember that."
Blushing wildly, Hermione sped out of the bathroom to hide her embarrassment. "What the fuck was that all about?" Hermione's thoughts went wild, but one thing kept coming back to her; that was the most fun she'd had in years.
Maybe this game thing won't be as bad as I imagined.
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A/N 2: Hope you enjoyed that, I should post chapter 2 straight away, if not it will be later today. Please review, and thanks for reading.
Take care, Ash.