They were reclining outside now, both smelling of sweat and bleach. Hermione had already thoroughly washed her hands, then wiped off some of the sweat. But it hadn't helped much.She felt seriously gross and moody too. This was not a fun way to hang out with a guy she liked. At all. Hermione kneaded her neck and shoulders, trying to massage out the kinks all that work had created. 

But she'd still had to do it. When Paul turned to her and thanked her she looked over at him and half-smiled. 

"Yeah, well... It was only right. My fault to begin with." 

She sighed tiredly and twisted her feet from side to side.She was ready to go, but she didn't quite feel like getting up yet out of laziness. Maybe Paul would give her a hand up in a second.