"No."
"No what? To the bath? But it's a tradition! There hasn't been a year since the school was founded that the prefects didn't start the term with a communal bath."
"No, I will not strip with you other 33 people, one of whom is my best friend, another of whom is my worst enemy. The only way you could convince me to is if it was going to kill You-Know-Who. Which it isn't. So no, sorry Bucky, but no."
Draco looked at Bucky, who looked at Mina, who looked at Hermione, who looked at the mermaid on the window and blushed. The more seasoned prefects, who had gotten the role two years running, or who had been Head Girl/Boy or Quidditch Captain in the years before had…developed a certain solution to this problem, as it were. There was always a newbie who refused, stubbornly, to carry on the tradition. Now, they'd discussed the issue in the prefect's car on the Hogwarts Express, but Ron and Hermione were more interested in the pumpkin pasties and the school books than the others' conversation. So when Bucky told the newer prefects what they were going to do, Hermione, like the muggle born she was, who'd watched The Parent Trap 1,000 times, tried to change the plan from holding Ron down and outright stripping him to something perhaps a little funnier, more entertaining.
Bucky put down a card. Eight of spades. Ron put down a card…eight of spades. The call of 'Snap!' had been ringing through the room for the last half hour. Bucky and Ron were playing the card game in the corner, deciding whether or not Ron could keep his decency.
And in the end he did not. Bucky won; Ron stripped. Everyone stripped. Draco Malfoy stripped. So, little witches and wizards, this just goes to show that if one ever finds oneself in the prefect's bathroom with Bucky Rogers, you most certainly do not want to try and win your privacy. Bribe him, bargain with him, threaten him, yes, but never try to beat him at anything. Except putting on eyeliner.