It wasn’t sexual, the way a shower with a man would usually be, the way their last shower together had been. There was a distinct lack of groping and lascivious soaping of each other's bodies.  Rather, Hermione ran her hands smooth along the tattoo of Draco's back, washing where he was in too much pain to reach. She tenderly scrubbed the dried blood from his blonde hair and the side of his face, kissing his jawline when it was all clean. She helped him pick glass from his arms and wash away red ribbons as he winced at the painful sting.