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Harry Potter (auror__potter) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Harry blinked, his voice failing him at the sight of Gregory Goyle in nothing but a towel. His eyes traitorously trailed a bead of water from Goyle's neck to his stomach to the top of the towel before Harry managed to drag his eyes away. Not for the first time he thought that it was a crime that someone like Gregory Goyle had turned out to be so bloody gorgeous.

"Goyle." Harry tried to find a safe place to look, and kept his eyes trained on Goyle's face. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than staring open-mouthed at the chiseled chest. Fuck, he'd looked again, hadn't he? He needed to get laid, and soon, so the male form stopped being so interesting to him. Maybe Roger would have a suggestion.

Dragging his brain back to the present, Harry reminded himself he was an Auror and here on Official Business. "There's been a complaint of suspicious activity out of your flat. I'm going to need to come in and conduct a formal interview." He paused. "You, er, might want to put some pants on."