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The Prefect's bathroom was perfect, for lack of better words, and it was Harry's second favorite place in all of Hogwarts, aside from the Gryffindor common room. The only thing that could ruin this moment was if Moaning Myrtle decided to pop into the bathroom like she had back in fourth year, but he thought he'd be safe from her, for tonight at least. He leaned his head back against the rim of the pool-like tub and sighed softly, relaxing back and closing his eyes. After a few minutes he checked the map, making sure no Prefects were heading his way when he caught a name that made him groan. Merlin, he just couldn't get away from the boy, correction, young man. Better correction, good looking young man.

Draco had been tossing and turning all night. Something had been telling him to get up, but wouldn't tell him why or where to go. He sat up with a tired sigh and threw his blankets off his legs. He couldn't sleep and couldn't stand to lie in the bed tossing and turning instead of at least laying awake comfortably. He pulled on his night robes, grabbed his wand and headed into the dormitory's shared bathroom. He checked over his shoulder then looked back at the picture hanging in front of him. He nodded at the pretty, pale skinned mermaid hidden in the picture and murmured, "Padina." The picture frame swung open and he slid in to begin his trek to the Prefect's bathroom through the secret passage his father had told him about.

Apparently there were other things that could ruin Harry's perfect bath. It had blond hair and grey eyes and was head right towards him, but…it wasn't coming from the hallway. It looked as if Malfoy would be coming out of the wall, which just didn't seem right. A thought occurred to him and he pulled a face. Was there a passage that Sirius, Lupin, and his dad forgot, or maybe one they didn't know about? He looked back at the map, grabbed his wand, murmured 'mischief managed' then slid both items and his glasses under his invisibility cloak. He took a breath and quickly ducked under the water, just slipping under as he heard a portrait open. He looked up and scowled when he saw that the bubbles obscured his view.

Draco's brows knit in confusion when he noticed the Prefect's bathtub was filled with water and bubbles. He knew the schedule of the Prefects and knew when they were doing their rounds, the only Prefect that should have been awake was Pansy, and she was prowling the hallways. She hated the Prefect's bathroom anyway, always said there wasn't enough privacy. He stepped closer to the bath and leaned over, dipping his fingers into the water, testing the temperature. It was still hot and that just made him even more confused. Who would leave a perfectly drawn bath? His eyebrows raised a bit then he shrugged. If someone came in he could just slip back through the painting and no one would be any wiser. Draco stepped to the door and yet again his brows furrowed as he noticed the door was locked. He unlocked it and cast an alarming charm down the corridor, so he'd know when to leave. He locked the door back then turned back to the tub, stripping his clothing off as he headed towards the warm waters.

Harry sat at the bottom of the tub, his lungs ached for air but he wouldn't come up until Malfoy ducked the water. He realized how bad that plan was as soon as Malfoy slipped into the water naked. Which, okay he was too, but he didn't need to see that much of his enemy. Harry wasn't even sure he could call Malfoy that anymore. After the war, Malfoy was less mean, still snarky and sarcastic, but he'd stopped ticking off Harry just to get a rise out of the Boy Who Lived. He could still be mean and rude if he wanted to, but it's like he was just too worn out most of the time. Which was understandable, Harry still had nightmares of the war and could only assume that Malfoy had been keeping himself awake so as not to dream. He turned his head away from Malfoy's body and moved to swim up to the top. His lungs felt like they had shrank and he desperately needed air. He faced away from Malfoy as he surface and gulped in air.

Draco would deny it to anyone that asked or brought it up, but he shrieked like a girl when he saw the dark hair emerge from the water. He scrambled back to seek purchase on the wall of the tub then decided against scrambling out to hurriedly dress himself. A light flush tinted his cheeks as he recognized the head belong to none other than Harry Potter. He watched as Potter gasped for breath and the flush grew darker. He had been underwater the whole time, meaning he'd seen Draco naked. Draco wasn't ashamed, not by a long shot, but he couldn't help being embarrassed that Harry had seen so much of him. "Potter!" Draco winced at the high pitch of his voice and calmed himself. "What in the bloody hell are you doing? You gave me a heart attack!" He finished, proud to say his voice was calm and emotionless again.

Harry coughed softly and turned back towards Malfoy. He wracked his brain, looking for an excuse before noticing the small blush. Now, Harry never went out of his way to purposefully embarrass someone, but Malfoy had set himself up for it. "I was taking a bath. That's what normal people do in bathtubs, am I correct?" He looked over Malfoy's face, noticing his eyes were emotionless but the light flush on his cheeks was giving away his embarrassment. Harry moved back to sit on the step, making sure everything below his ribs was still submerged. "That's what you're doing here, right?" He felt a grin tug on his lips and he noticed the flush tinting Malfoy's ears a bright red.

Draco sputtered slightly. "I meant what are you doing hiding under the water, you git." He said, inconspicuously pulling some of the bubbles towards himself, as if they would cover his indecency. He heard Potter chuckle, obviously noticing his motions, and scowled. He looked behind the other teenager and remembered he'd seen no other clothing. "And where are your clothes, I'm sure you didn't walk here naked, not with Prefects patrolling anyway." He said, changing the subject effectively.

"I was rinsing out my hair. As I said before, I'm here to bathe, Normally one washes his hair when bathing." Harry chuckled again and pulled his arms back to rest against the rim of the tub. He wasn't worried if Malfoy didn't believe him, he had already bathed and was simply relaxing when the other had shown up in the bathroom. "What if I had? I have ways of not being seen in the corridors." He knew he was throwing Malfoy for a loop and couldn't really help himself. He laughed out loud as he watched Malfoy's eyes grow wide. He turned to his cloak and lifted it, revealing his night clothes. "I came dressed, stop fretting over me." He watched as the other's brow furrowed in confusion and curiosity. "It's an invisibility cloak. It works on everyone, except Mad Eye Moody." Harry answered, before Malfoy could ask his question. "And there's no way to detect it." A sudden look a realization dawned on Malfoy's face.

"It was you during that Hogsmeade trip in third year, by the Shrieking Shack when I was picking on Granger and Weasley." Draco accused. "You made me look like a down right fool with that bloody cloak." He huffed as Potter nodded. "You bloody git!"

"You're the git. I was just teaching you a lesson. And by the way you ran away, I'll say it worked for that while." Harry amended. He dropped the cloak back over his clothes and turned back to fully face Malfoy. "You can't still be sore about that. It was four years ago."

"Slytherins carry grudges. If you haven't noticed." Draco replied. "And you did a very Slytherin thing then." He looked down to play with a few stray bubbles. "I'm not sure if I should be impressed or mad." He said as he looked back up at Harry. He considered ducking his head under the water for a second to wet his hair then thought better of it. A silence spread over the bathroom, Draco wanted to fill it but didn't really know what to say. After a few minutes he decided he'd say something he should have a while back then drown himself in the bubbles and warm water. He moved towards the end of the ledge he was sitting on and looked up at Harry, who was looking at him curiously. "Thanks." He murmured softly before ducking under the water. He was fine with sitting on the bottom of the tub until he died from lack of oxygen.

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