Dripping water across the floor, Hermione wrapped herself in a towel and padded across the cold tile floor. The crack of the doorknob echoed against the shower spray. Draco was leaning against the door, legs crossed at the ankles in front of him, balancing his elbows on his knees, his head hung over his lap. At the warm wave of steam meeting his back, he turned to meet her eyes. His were red, bloodshot, and he regarded her with complete and utter surprise. 