Harry watched as Draco left the great hall with Zabini, still reeling from what he had caught the other boy doing earlier. He had noticed that he had double potions with him that morning too, so he was gonna have to deal with what he had seen and how it had affected him, while in the presence of the very person he didn't want to think about that day. He couldn't get the image out of his head; the water glistening, gliding down his body, slick with soap and suds, the way he moved and moaned.