Breathing a deep sigh, Hermione walked across the smooth stone floor and placed her wash bag, towel and wand on the stone bench, which ran the length of one wall. She stepped out of her shoes and hung her cloak on a peg on the wall above the bench. Then, feeling the cool floor beneath her dainty bare feet, she swept across to the swimming pool sized marble bath tub that was sunk into the floor in the middle of the room. Around the edge of the pool were several sets of steps and hundreds of brass taps, each set with a different coloured gemstone.
Having been a Prefect for over a year, Hermione immediately made her way over to the tap bearing a bright purple amethyst and turned it on. Hot water began to pour from the tap, carrying with it the relaxing fragrance of lavenders.
Then Hermione turned on a second tap, this time bearing a creamy opal, and frothy white water poured into the pool when she turned it on, releasing a soothing scent of camomile into the air. Hermione then reached for one final tap, encrusted with a pink diamond, and covering the steaming pool with a layer of soft white foam that smelled lightly of geraniums.
The bath filled swiftly despite its size and Hermione shut off the three taps. She peeled off her tight form-fitting hot pink tank top and her hip-hugging knee-length dark denim skirt that she had worn to Professor Slughorn's Christmas party folded them neatly and placed them on the bench beside her towel.
Hermione sat beside her clothes for a second, her mind so distracted with whirring, infuriating thoughts that she didn't register how cold the stone was against her bare thighs.
"Men," she growled to herself, rolling her chocolate brown eyes. Hermione's day had been stressful to say the least. First she had to endure a frosty silence between herself and Ron since she had set a flock of canaries on him; plus every time she turned around she was greeted with the stomach-churning sight of Ron and Lavender permanently attached to each other's faces.