Pre-requisite: an active imagination.
Pairing: do you need to ask?

"Come again?" someone said, incredulously.

"Shh, not so loud! I swear, I saw two pairs of legs in the showers," a second voice answered, urgently.

"Never."

"Bloody liar." A third voice piped up.

"I know what I saw!"

"You haven't been getting at the dried frog pills again, have you?"

Raucous laughter. "Your imagination has been getting pretty wild lately. Been getting at Dean's magazines again, eh, mate?"

Long-suffering sigh. "Come on then. I'll show you."

The trio trooped stealthily towards the changing room showers. The sound of water on tiles was overloud, almost, but not completely drowning out a second set of muffled sound. Three heads peeked around the door, one above the other.

"I swear I saw it!"

Someone snorted. "I can only see one pair."

Snicker. "Yeah, riiiiiggghhhhhtt."

"Wank off, you bloody tosser. I did see them." The voice sounded agitated.

Exaggerated sigh. "OK, if you insist," the voice rose in volume. "Hey, Harry! Aren't you done yet?"

Silence. Three pair of eyes looked at each other in expectation. Someone sniggered.

"No," the answer came finally from inside the shower stall. "You guys go ahead. I'll catch up later."

"What's taking you so long Harry? You have been in there for hours."

"You guys go on without me. I'll see you later."

Someone muffled a snort of laughter. "OK then. Don't spend too long tossing off. You'll get all wrinkly,"

More sniggers. A longer silence this time.

"Just shut up and go," Harry yelled finally, his voice half-drowned by the thundering water.

"Sure you don't want us to wait for you?" someone offered. Choking laughter could be heard in the background.

"Fuck off!" Harry yelled.

"Don't finish all the shower gel."

"Get lost!"

"Okay, okay. We're going." More sniggers.

"Bye, Harry."

* * *

"You sure they're gone?" a soft whisper.

"Yeah. You can get off me now."

"Hmmm…I think I'll hang on a bit longer," the voice purred softly. "It's nice."

"Get off me, Draco. My back's killing me."

Wet sloppy kissing sounds. "Mmmmfffppphhh. Not just yet.".

"Get off now, or I'll drop you."

One hand supporting his arse dropped away. Draco gripped his legs tighter around Harry's waist, ankles locked together. "No."

A sharp slap stung his arse.

"Down. Now!"

"No."

Another slap.

"Ow, that hurts." Draco complained as he slowly slid down Harry's wet body.

"Damn, my back hurts. You are getting heavy."

Draco sniggered. "Let me see," he said, turning Harry around; then he slowly massaged the other boy's spine, fingers slick with soap. "Hmmmm, no lasting damage though."

Harry gritted his teeth. "If this is one of your underhanded Slytherin ploy to put me out of tomorrow's game, I'm going to…"

Draco pressed his warm soapy body firmly against Harry's back, fitting in perfectly. "Do what, Harry?" he breathed into Harry's ear.

Harry spun around, lightning fast and gripped Draco's wrists. Draco gasped as Harry pushed him against the wall, holding both his arms over his head with one hand. Harry grinned at him evilly, and then all he could see was Harry's…very…green…eyes. He gulped.

"This," Harry replied wickedly, as he pressed his body against Draco. Draco gasped and his eyes widened in shock.

Then everything faded to black…

* * *

The trio dashed out of the changing room muffling barely controlled laughter. As soon as they were a decent distance away, they collapsed against the wall, howling with mirth, arms holding each other for support.

"Did you see it?"

"Yessir, I did!"

"I told you so! I told you! Now both of you owe me an apology for calling me a liar."

More hysterical howls.

"That was the damnest thing I ever saw. I don't know whether to find it appealing or appalling!"

"I bet you Malfoy had his skinny arse wrapped around Harry."

"Don't they realise the light was right above the stall and we could see their shadows on the floor?"

"Or that the water on the tiles reflect everything very well?"

More screams of laughter.

"I think I wet myself."

"You and me, mate!"

"Yeah, me too!"

~ The End ~

© Zed Adams 08-Sept-2002