Draco was anticipating the date. He'd shown all those pricks in his house that he could get any girl, even if it was Pansy. Of course the little slut had blown him off before just to show all the girls that he wanted her and kept asking. He laughed aloud at how she'd sit bawling for hours when she figured out it was only a bet.

Being a prefect had its perks though. He was able to use all the bathrooms and bedrooms prefects got, and had unlimited Hogsmeade visits. For a bachelor like him who wanted nothing more than to have a little "fun", being a prefect was excellent in every way. Screw all the responsibility, he abused it like there was no tomorrow.

As he made his way down to the best bathroom on the 2nd floor, he thought he heard footsteps running. Odd enough he saw no one. For a moment he thought he saw two sets of feet but shook his head and saw nothing. If he had seen people he would've handed out detentions left and right. He sighed to himself forgetting about the footsteps, giving Potty detentions was fun enough. Of course his pleasure would have been increased twice as much had he been able to punish Potter's friends, Weasle and Mudblood. Unfortunately the two had managed to secure prefect positions themselves, and as it was much harder to punish a fellow prefect, he let them slide by. Of course it only increased Potter's payment though. Again he laughed a loud, 6th year was incredibly fun for him.

He reached the statue of the mermaid and whispered the password-

"Scourge"

He scurried through the small tunnel and immediately an odd smell hit him. It smelt a little like sweat, blood, and bath aromas. He smelt something else also but couldn't place his finger on just what. His mind turned him to one possibility but immediately pushed it away. Seriously, he argued with himself, in a prefect's bathroom? He shrugged the possibility off and strode down the short tunnel until he reached the large tiled room. Something was obviously odd though because the large pool like bathtub was filled with bubbles and water, but it had a reddish glint about it, almost sinister. A few sinks had a reddish substance on them but waved it away, he headed for the shower but halfway there decided a luxurious bath that had already been prepared for him would be better.

Quickly he peeled off his clothes and stepped lightly into the water. His body sensed something was wrong but he didn't think there was anything odd. He dismissed the waves of anxiety his body was sending him as shock from the warm water compared to the cold air. What he hadn't expected of course was the hand that brushed his thigh once he had fully submerged himself.