Harry wasn't exactly aware that they were moving until pushed him onto the bed. They'd been no where near it a moment ago. He was not impressed with being so roughly torn away from her, only to be followed by a command, a hiss,and a disappearance. What the bloody hell was she up to? he pondered, grumpily as he glared at the closed door of the bathroom.
Eventually, he huffed and went through the process of pulling off his clothes, each article finding a spot on the floor. Twenty seconds. She'd been gone for longer then that. What ever she was doing, he supposed he'd be dragged along so there was no point complaining.
When she did finally come back out, he turned his attention from staring at the ceiling to watching her. "What are you up to?" he responded, answering her question with a question of his own. Not the answer she was looking for, but it would have to do.