No, that's too far

"-But you shave the rest of your body." Hermione gave him a strange look. "Of course I do. Just because I like being dirty, that doesn't mean I don't shave at all. With that logic, I shouldn't get my hair cut, won't I?" Harry shrugged apologetically. "Sorry." Hermione shook her head. "Anyway, let's get something to eat after I put this away at my dorm. Wait for me here?" Harry thought about it before saying, "Hermione, you don't have to pretend when no boys are around us." "What?" "Neville is already at the Great Hall, having breakfast." Harry glanced at where Neville had been sitting a few seconds ago to find it empty. Neat.

"Harry Potter, what ARE you talking about?" Hermione seemed irritated. "I am the only male student who can enter the girl's dormitories. And Professor McGonagall made you, me, and the female Griffindor students keep quiet about it, remember?" Hermione's face softened as the new reality took effect. "So, you want to follow me instead of waiting? Odd, but alright. You should've said that from the beginning and stopped being vague, Harry."
Harry followed Hermione to the stairs to the Girls' side of the Gryffindor Tower. Harry looked up the wooden stairs before taking a step. Then he took another step, step, step until he reached the top of the stairs. It was a strange feeling, exhilarating to have beaten a Centuries-Old Magic, not to mention keep smelling Hermione's "new" stench wafting behind her.

Hermione peered in before she stuck her head back and looked at Harry; "There's no one in there, but you should stay outside, Harry. You know how the girls don't like to find you in our rooms even if you are allowed to."
'That hardly seems fair.' For all accounts, the girls seemed to enter the boy's room without knocking and without any trouble at all. "What do you mean? All Griffindor girls are fine with me entering the girl's dormitories, let alone the sleeping quarters."
"Of course you are, Harry. Do you want to come in or not?" Seeing Hermione shake her head as she opened the door, Harry thought he should rectify Hermione glimpsing at him as waking up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

"Everyone perceives it is normal for me to say 'obvious and normal' things out loud."

This time, Hermione didn't turn around to say anything or look at him as funny as before.
Harry nodded in satisfaction and looked around Hermione & the girl's room for the first time.
The room looked no different from Harry's and the boy's room on the opposite side of the tower. But it did have some distinct feminine differences like an open chest of make-up kit, several copies of [Witch Weekly for Teens], and a different mixture of floral aromas Harry recognized from the scent of other girls, though a bit stronger than he remembered.
He then saw a mosquito net draping over Hermione's bed like a magical ward surrounding it.

"Hermione, why is a mosquito net draped over your bed?" Hermione didn't turn around from putting away/taking books from her trunk as she offhandedly said, "That blocks out any form of basic curses, pests, and odors from reaching the sleeping person. Of course, it also blocks any form of smell, sight, and sound by the user's choice. It barricades my natural body odor from reaching the other girl's noses while sleeping."

Harry nodded. It seemed the extra strong floral aroma was due to Hermione being stinkier. The girls put on more scented perfume to keep them from smelling like her while not smelling it too. They were accepting. But not too accepting. Maybe he should do something about that... Harry mused as he saw Hermione still on her fours, digging around her organized trunk. Hermione may be dirty, but she is still very organized.

Harry stared at her sweat-stained pits. He wanted to see how bushy her Pits and nethers had gotten.
Should he do something about it? Or hold it in for later?