A Watery Conversation

by fangirlalways3579

set in forth year the triwizard tournament is well under way but Draco has other things to worry about. with the plan of voldemort's return all most complete Lucius is prepairing his son to become one of them, one night in the Prefects bathroom he confides in the one person he did not expect but will this watery conversation turn into something more. rated M for later chapters.

2. Chapter 2

hey here's the second chapter already. i know that was quite fast but it was surprising ly easy to write, you never know chapter 3 might be up by the end of the day.

disclaimer: ... nope still don't own it :(

A Watery Conversation

He walked through the corridors on his way to the Quidditch pitch before he realized, the pitch was out of bounds this year due to the triwizard tournament being held.
He cursed before he started walking in the opposite direction towards the third floor.
The prefect's bathroom was always a good place to think as well as wash up. He approached the door but stopped when her herd voices.
But they didn't sound like any of the prefects. He opened the door a little to see who it was there but the room was empty, even though the bath had fresh hot water in it.
Taking a step inside and closing the door quietly behind him he thought 'Why waste a hot bath.'
He left his broomstick by the door and walked over to a bench lining one of the walls.
He took off his cloak, hung it up and folded his Quidditch jumper neatly before setting it on top of the bench.
He dragged his school jumper up over his head and dumped it next to his other one.
He went to undo his tie when a noise caught him off guard coming from behind him. He whipped round just as something broke the surface of the soapy bath water.
Draco grabbed his wand and ducked behind a pillar, he peaked round to see a dripping wet Harry Potter looking rather confused and frustrated.
Draco looked at him, apart from in first year he had never seen him this close before. He saw the way his hair stuck to his forehead in think black strands, the way his skin glistened in the pale light with hundreds of water droplets clung to every feature and his lips a light shade of pink to match that of any girl.
A sudden high pitched voice broke him of his trance.
"Oh I'm sorry I'll leave you two alone."
Before either of them could bat an eyelid moaning myrtle flew through the air whining and dived head first into a toilet, splashing the water everywhere.

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