Encouraged by the smile, no matter how tiny it was, George's fingers went automatically to the laces holding his robes closed. With a swift tug, they were undone and he moved closer to the showering Snake, shrugging the robes off his shoulders and leaving them on the tiled floor.
He paused within arms reach of the Slytherin, close enough a fine mist of water droplets from the shower's spray collected on his hair but not too close that he was getting soaked. George tilted his head slightly, looking up at the taller wizard and reaching out with gentle fingers to trace along Grumpy's hip. "I don't feel like going to the after party, do you?"
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