Harry, Hermione and Ginny
It was a chilly November evening at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the students were all getting ready for bed after a long day of classes. The halls were quiet as Harry, Hermione, and Ginny made their way to the Prefect's Bathroom, a hidden oasis in the castle that was reserved for the use of the Head Boy and Girl as well as the Prefects.
As they entered the bathroom, they were greeted by the warm glow of the golden taps and the steaming hot water in the large marble bathtub. Ginny let out a sigh of relief and quickly began shedding her robes and clothes, eager to get into the hot water. Hermione followed suit, slipping out of her school uniform and into a fluffy white bathrobe.
'Come on, Harry, don't be shy,' Ginny teased, gesturing for him to join them in the bath. Harry hesitated for a moment, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the thought of being in a bath with two girls, but eventually he gave in and stripped down to his boxers before climbing into the tub.
The warm water was a welcome relief for the three friends, who had been feeling stressed and exhausted from their studies and the ongoing war against Lord Voldemort. They relaxed and chatted, catching up on each other's lives and sharing stories and laughter.
As they soaked in the bath, Hermione couldn't help but notice the scars that covered Harry's body, a constant reminder of the battles he had fought. She reached out and gently traced one of the scars on his arm, causing him to flinch slightly.
'Sorry,' Hermione whispered, pulling her hand back.
'It's okay,' Harry reassured her with a small smile. 'They don't hurt anymore.'
Ginny watched the interaction between her two friends and couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She had always had a crush on Harry, but knew that he only saw her as Ron's little sister. She pushed those thoughts away and focused on enjoying the moment with her friends.
After a while, they all started to feel drowsy from the warmth of the bath and the soothing scent of the bubbles. Hermione leaned back against the edge of the tub, closing her eyes and letting out a contented sigh.
'This is the life,' Ginny said with a grin, taking a sip of the butterbeer that Harry had conjured for them.
'It really is,' Harry agreed, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched his two best friends. They may have had their differences in the past, but in that moment, they were all just teenagers enjoying a peaceful evening together.
As the water started to cool, they reluctantly got out of the bath and dried off before getting dressed again. They left the Prefect's Bathroom feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, their bond as friends stronger than ever. That night, they slept soundly, knowing that they had each other's backs in the midst of the chaos that surrounded them.