English is not my mother tongue - I apologize for any mistake.

WARNING: HPDM SLASH. MATURE CONTENT AHEAD.

FRESH PINE

CHAPTER ONE

When Draco Malfoy received his prefect badge, he had been half proud half annoyed. Half proud because his father had not been a prefect during his time at Hogwarts and he, for once, had surpassed him. Half annoyed because as a prefect he would have a tighter schedule and more responsibilities. As if trying to surpass the mudblood in class and beat Potter in Quidditch was not enough.

However, a few advantages were coming with the position. The first one was power. As a prefect he could terrorize the first year – which was fun - and assert his position of power in the snakes den – which was useful. The second one was the prefect's bathroom. Sharing a bathroom with five other male teenagers was more than Draco could bear. He always had his own luxurious bathroom in Malfoy Manor, and he enjoyed it very much. Sharing a shower, finding hairs and toothpaste stains in the sink was disgusting. In contrast, the prefect bathroom was scarcely used and had a huge pool. Above all, it had the very thing that Draco Malfoy valued the most after living five years in promiscuity in the Slytherin dorms: privacy.

With that in mind, Draco had decided that a bath was in order to find a bit of peace after the first week back in Hogwarts. So he had gone to the bathroom and took a well-deserved bath. He was so relaxed that he had fallen asleep.

A heated dream and a painful erection woke him up. Draco sat on the edge of the pool and put his hand on his little problem.

He stroked his erected member slowly, teasingly. For once, the blond was not in a hurry. He wanted to enjoy every second of it.

Eye closed, he did not see the bathroom's door opening, nor did he see a shocked Harry Potter gape at him.

During his fourth year at Hogwarts, Harry Potter had discovered his own sweet little weakness – hours long bath in warm water. Ever since Cedric had introduced him to the little oasis that was the prefect's bathroom, Harry had been using the place at least once a week. As an entitled Triwizard Tournament champion, Harry thought he had every right to sneak out after curfew to enjoy an hour of utter peace surrounded by foam. A long, bubbling bath was all he was asking for – not much of a special treatment. Not much, but well deserved. A little wonder in a cruel world.

And how cruel was the world right now... The Third Task was still fresh in his mind, as well as the following two months spent in his personal hellhole that was Privet Drive, dwelling on the fateful events of his miserable life, half expecting Voldemort to appear in front of him to send him to the grave. No, Harry thought, now was not the time to wallow in bad memories and self-pity. He had more interesting prospect awaiting for him after his first week back in Hogwarts, like an endless scented bath. He could almost feel his shoulders relaxing at the idea.

Resolute, Harry got silently out of bed. Carefully, he took his wand and put his invisibility cloak on. The dormitory was peaceful. Only the soft monotonous snoring coming from Neville's bed – or was it Dean? - was breaking the silence. Shadow amongst shadows, the teen exited the Gryffindor's tower.

It was long past curfew, the corridors were empty. Hogwarts exuded an eerie feeling. Harry could swear that the castle itself was asleep. Soothed by the sensation, the teen let his feet guide him to the fifth floor. When he reached the statue of Boris the Bewildered, the raven-haired teen cautiously took his cloak off. He was almost there. A soft smile bloomed on his face. First, second, third, fourth door on the left.

"Fresh pine." he whispered, reaching the door handle.

Harry opened the door and entered the bathroom, almost humming. Suddenly, he froze. Nothing could have prepared him to the sight he was facing.

Draco Malfoy was sitting on the edge of the pool, completely naked. In the moonlight illuminating the place, his pale skin was almost glowing. His blond hair were still wet from a previous dip in the still foaming pool. A soft blush tainted his cheeks. His lips were imperceptibly open in a silent moan.

But Harry did not even acknowledge the disheveled appearance of the usually perfect Slytherin. His gaze was fixed a bit lower. He could not help but stare, unable to tear his eyes from the blond hand.

The Slytherin's legs were slightly open. His cock stand proud and erected in the blond hand.

Harry's eyes widened as realization hit him hard.

Draco Malfoy was wanking.

A loud gasp teared the blond out of his trance. In front of him stood Harry Potter.

Draco froze.

He was laying, naked, a hand still on his member, in front of the bane of his existence. Never before had Draco felt so utterly mortified. His mind was racing, trying to get his acts together to get out of this humiliating situation.

A few years in Slytherin had taught him a few golden rules: if you are caught doing something you should not, pretend that nothing wrong with whatever you are doing and keep on doing it. Confuse the other. Never ever loose the upper hand. Humiliate to avoid humiliation. But how to humiliate someone when you are the one caught wanking, completely naked? Panic crept in his chest.

Potter seemed to be unable to stare somewhere else than in between his legs, so the blond did the only think he could think of: he spread his legs wider apart and slowly resumed to stroke his cock. Potter's eyes seemed to widen a bit more.

"Like what you see, Potter?" Draco said in a surprisingly sure and mocking tone.

The Boy who Lived snapped out of his stasis. " I... I... " He stuttered, not able to grasp the situation he was in, let alone form a decent answer. The blond fake mocking smile grew a bit wider.

Harry blushed fiercely. Suddenly, he turned on his heels and ran out of the room as fast as he could.

Left alone, Draco started to breath again. He allowed his mind to stay completely blank for a few seconds before starting to dress.

What the hell... He had been caught wanking by Saint Potty. Humiliation was burning his cheeks. He sighed. From all the student body it had to be that one. But Draco was not a Slytherin for nothing. He had applied the golden rules. Continue to do what you've been caught doing: check. Confuse the other: check. The worst was behind him.

However, Draco knew he was not completely safe. Tomorrow, Potter may come to his sense again and use their encounter to embarrass him. But Draco would not allow it. He knew he had to complete the circle. He would not lose the upper hand. He would use the events to humiliate Potter and avoid his own humiliation. Yes, he decided, buttoning his shirt, he would crash Potter under his foot.

A shimmering fabric laying on the ground caught the Slytherin's eyes. He picked it up. It was a cloak. Never before had he seen Potter wearing anything remotely like this. Draco frowned. Curiosity got the best out of him and he put it on before glancing at mirror. A shocked gasp escaped his lips. He was invisible.

A scary smile crept upon his lips.

To leave behind an invisibility cloak... Stupid scarehead.

Concealed by the magic fabric, Draco left the bathroom, scheming plans to humiliate Potter.