An Unexpected Visitor

Draco had noticed the man leave the house a few minutes prior. He had waited until he was sure the man hadn't left anything behind. The man was young and had dark hair, and was dressed in dark jeans, a white collared shirt, and a blue sweater. He hadn't been wearing that when he entered the house. From this Draco legitimized that this man was going on a date, and would be gone for several hours if not the entire night. This however was not the most important fact. The most important fact was that he often left his second floor window unlocked.

Draco had climbed up there enough to realize that the man hardly noticed he even had windows. So Draco crept in the night to the first floor window that opened into the man's living room; a window that Draco had left unlocked the last several times he had been here. Draco climbed in and quickly shut the window and climbed the stairs as quickly as he could. There was a bathroom on the first floor, but he knew if he used that one the man would be suspicious as it was mostly for guests and without any guests it shouldn't be used.

Draco rushed into the bathroom and disposed of his clothes as quickly as possible. He needed a shower, badly. That was the main reason for sneaking into this house. After a few days of being rejected from the homeless shelter and sleeping in the park, he would feel disgusted with himself. He'd tried washing down in streams but often felt dirty and wet afterward, even afraid that he'd probably just covered himself in something apt to make him sick.

He knew he had plenty of time, but he liked to shower quickly using as little soap and shampoo as possible even forgoing conditioner altogether. He really didn't need the man to be suspicious that once or twice a week he was sharing his bathroom. Usually Draco came by in the morning, when the man was at work. But it had rained today, down poured, and no library, restaurant or shop took him in. His clothes had dried, and his backpack was waterproof, but he was covered in mud.

Draco made haste in the shower. He jumped out as soon as his hair was free of shampoo and he felt clean enough to live with himself. But he jumped back in with his clothes, scolding himself for forgetting to wash them up properly. He only used water to wash the mud off and rang them so they would dry faster. Once again, he removed himself from the bath and this time rummaged through his pack for something else to where, not that there was much choice.

Once he was dressed, he took one of the man's towels and tried to pick up as much condensation from the walls as possible before replacing it. He stuck his wet clothes in a plastic bag before stuffing it into his pack. He walked towards the door in order to make a quick escape, only to have it swing open before him. And there stood the young man with the dark hair, in his fine clothes.