She hadn't invited him, but he followed her inside anyhow, watching as she lathered shampoo into her hair. Her back was to him, but she had felt the cold draft of air that had snuck into the shower when he had entered. Draco washed himself beside her, watching now and then as she washed her body, rubbing the aromatic gels over her breasts and stomach. She knew he was watching, as always, and moved stiffly, never once looking in his direction.