"And so she goes 'good-night Harry' and leaves me there in the middle of the room feeling like an idiot." Harry was sitting next to Ron in Potions discussing the events of the night before. "I mean what did I do wrong? I thought everything was going great." Ron shrugged. Harry should have known better than to ask Ron about matters with girls. He would have better luck with the Giant Squid.

"Well maybe your breath stank or something," Ron said as he added random ingredients to the Draught of the Living Death they were supposed to be making.

"No I don't think it was that. I guess it was to soon. I mean I've only known her for a day and a half. But the moment seemed so right, you know?"

"Uh-huh," Ron said. Harry rolled his eyes. As he thought, he'd have better luck with the Giant Squid. The potion was by now supposed to be periwinkle, but Ron and Harry's was turning into a dirty green that looked more like slime than the potion they were supposed to be brewing. Ron dumped in a couple of beans he found in the store cupboard and the potion bubbled and slid down the edges of the cauldron.

"Um Ron I don't think it's supposed to look quite like that. What are you adding?" Harry looked around at everyone else's light and misty potion compared to his dark and bubbly mixture. Harry thought it looked more like the polyjuice potion they had made in 2nd year that anything he had ever seen. "Ron what are you adding," Harry asked again as the potion began to bubble violently.

Ron ducked as the potion began squirting its contents out of the cauldron. "I don't know I'm just trying to make it look like we're doing something!"

"And you fail at even that Weasley," Professor Snape said as he appeared without warning behind them. Snape took a look in their cauldron at the freakish looking thing inside of it. "You know I don't think I've ever taught two students so incompetent and-" BANG! The potion had had enough. It finally exploded and covered the entire table with the gooey substance. Unfortunately, the 'entire table' included Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and unfortunately professor Snape. "DETENTION!" Snape yelled so loud that it seemed as if the entire dungeon shook. Luckily for Harry and Ron the bell rang and they scooped up their belongings and ran out of dungeon covered in the sticky goo.

"Disgusting!" "Gross!" "Ugh, what's that awful smell?" Harry and the others dodged the comments made toward them as they marched down the corridor toward the common room. Ron was turning crimson, Seamus was looking sour, and Dean was trying to dry off the bit that got in his mouth. Harry however wasn't bothered. He had endured much worse mutterings than this. When they finally reached the Gryffindor common room the portrait swung open and they went their separate ways. Dean, Seamus, and Ron went to the showers while Harry was in the mood for a cleansing bath. Harry walked toward the prefect's bathroom for some privacy. He had some things to think over and preferred to do it in the privacy of the prefect's bathroom rather than the common showers. While he was walking he hoped and prayed the password hadn't been changed since the last time he had been there.

"Loofah," he said hopefully. He was surprised a new picture had been put there. This one was of an empty bathtub. "Loofah!" Harry said again, a bit more forceful. A Haitian girl who looked to be about 14 popped her head out of the tub. She had braids in her hair and was, as Harry thought, quite pretty.

"That's very rude you know," she said as she gave him a bit of a mischievous grin.

"You mean that's not the password?" Harry felt a twinge of disappointment. He had been in the mood for a hot bath.

"No, no, it's the password! I just think it's very rude to do what your about to do." She nodded as she spoke and her braids bounced.

"If you think it's rude to take a bath then why are you in a bathtub?" Harry was confused. The girl in the picture shrugged and smiled again.

"You'll see...," she said, and ducked back into the tub with a splash. Harry entered the bathroom. It was just as he had remembered it, except this time there was someone singing. Harry froze. There was someone here. Maybe a prefect trying to take a bath. Would they report him? Or maybe it was just a ghost come to visit.

"Myrtle is that you?" Harry thought it might have been Moaning Myrtle, the ghost that haunts the girl's toilettes. She sometimes came in here, but he had never heard her singing before. The singing got louder. Harry thought whoever it was, it was beautiful. He crept closer to the source of the song. Just then a person came around the other side of the wall where he was hiding.

It was Melisa. And she was naked. They stood there for a moment just looking at each other. Then Melisa screamed. She ran to where she had put her towel and wrapped it tightly around her body. Her eyes were as round as saucers and a bit of red crept up her tan face. She put on her slippers quick as lightning and grabbed her clothes. She ran through the painting and through the school hallway still in a towel. She's lucky, Harry thought, no one's in the corridors during free period.

Harry decided to put embarrassing moment number 1824659 out of his head for now, and concentrate on his bath. He selected a temperature and bubble bath to begin. As the tub filled up he undressed. He began walking around the bathroom looking at the photos and portraits. He stopped at the one with the mermaid and found she wasn't in it. Perhaps she had gone for a swim. All of a sudden the girl from the bathtub climbed out of the water from the picture and sat on the mermaids rocks. She was wearing a turquoise bikini and laid down to rest. Then she spotted Harry.

"Hey," she said with a wave. Harry was shocked and shut his legs together. He didn't want her so see anything no matter how pretty she might be. Plus he was angry at her.

"Why didn't you tell me she was in here? You knew it all along! With all that 'how rude' rubbish, I should have known not to trust you! How could you do something like that? Now Melisa will probably never speak to me again! Thanks a lot. I hope you're happy. How could you be so mean and rude and-" Harry stopped talking. He looked up at the picture and saw the girl crying. He hadn't meant to do that. Scold her a bit yes, but not reduce her to tears.

"I'm s-s-ssorry!! I d-didn't m-mean to d-do t-t-that! I w-was only bored!" She cried and put her head in her hands. Harry felt worse.

"Hey, don't cry. You shouldn't have done that but it's ok. I'll find some way to make it up to her." Harry felt awkward. He had never been good at comforting people.

"Your bath's done. If you don't stop it, it might overflow." She dried her eyes and giggled.

"Thanks, but why are you laughing?" Harry gave her a quizzical look. She pointed down toward his legs. Somewhere in that conversation they had become uncrossed. The girls in the picture laughed. Harry let out a yell and re-crossed them. He then jumped into the bath and hid underwater. He should have known that walking around naked never ended nicely.

After Harry had scrubbed every place he could think of and washed the nastiness out of his hair he decided to swim around the tub a bit. When he got bored of that he thought it should be about time to leave the bathroom and head back to the common room. He was just about to climb out when the side of his arm scraped his glasses.

"Ouch!" Harry let out a cry of pain as his glasses sank to the bottom of the tub. The girl in the picture laughed and lay back down to tan. Harry scowled and dived to the bottom of the pool. It was easy to spot his glasses through to clear water. He also spotted something else. It looked like a necklace laying at the bottom. Harry grabbed that too and swam back up to the surface. He looked at the clock and saw time was running out. And so, smelling like Magical Melon bubble bath and Perfectly Peach shampoo Harry put on a bathrobe and headed towards the door.

"Wait," cried the girl from the picture, "you will come back won't you? It gets awfully lonely here without anyone to talk to anything. Please say you'll come back. You're the most exciting person I've ever met!"

"Um," Harry said as he scratched his head.

"If you came back I could tell you so much stuff! Things you'd be interested in no doubt! That girl...the one who was in here before. What did you say her name was? She comes here often. She cries a lot, I noticed. And theirs much more! She even talks about you sometimes! Actually she talks about you all the time. Harry Potter this and Harry Potter that. I don't think she ever imagined that someone was listening to her. But I was. I listen to everyone who comes in here." Harry gave her a look. "Now don't think of me as a bad person, it's just that I so wish I had a friend to talk to sometimes." The girl sighed and slumped her shoulders. The clock chimed and the warning bell rang. Harry had ten minutes to be in his next class (Defense Against the Dark Arts), and he wasn't even dressed yet.

"Listen I gotta go. But if I do come back will you tell me everything?" Harry couldn't help his curiosity. He desperately needed to know if Melisa liked him or not. The girl smiled.

"Everything."

"Alright...bye." Harry gave a small wave and disappeared through the door that magically swung open for him.

"If you can't seem to find me just ask anyone for Kaitlee...they'll know." She ran through the pictures up to her own to catch up with Harry. She didn't know if he had heard her, but either way she jumped back into her bathtub with a loud splash.