"Please. I'm not complaining, just making a note." He gestured her into the shower, turning to strip himself as she stepped under the spray. He gave himself a minute before stepping into the shower, mostly to convince his cock to deflate and stay that way. She was injured. They were both exhausted. Shower gymnastics would have to wait. With a girding breath, Draco stepped into the spray behind Hermione, who had her head tilted back. Water flowed, a dirty brown river of it, down the drain as she washed her hair.