Harry relaxed into the bubbling waters of the prefect bathtub. They hadn't bothered to change the password since Harry's fourth year, and he is taking advantage of that to the fullest – not that he couldn't use it if the password was changed anyways. Dumbledore gave him full rights to the prefect bathroom when he made his best friends prefects. It's a plus of being a favorite of the Headmaster.

He was still painfully erect from his encounter with Draco earlier. In fact, that's why he came to this bathroom. It's private, the chances of running into another prefect were slim, and he could sit and think about the upside down day in peace. Not that much thought really had to be done; the images of the day were flying through his brain like a movie.

Draco was absolutely lovely. Those were words that Harry thought he never would admit to himself. But the image of Draco sprawled on the velvet cloth of the maroon couch did not lie. Something about the contrast of his pale skin and platinum hair against the rich color of the cloth was beautiful. But then the image delves into the realm of enchanting as Harry recalled the flush to Draco's cheeks and the slight swell to his lips from being well kissed. Perfection.

And he'd be damned if the thought didn't send even more blood shooting downwards. If he didn't do something about it soon, he feared that he would get brain damage. Not to mention that the image of Draco taunted him… no… beckoned him to find release. Somehow.

Closing his eyes, and picturing Draco's face in his minds eye, he let his hand sink below the water and brush his erection. A jolt of desire shot through him as he tossed his head back on a throaty moan. How did he resist finishing what he started with Draco?

With slow, agonizing strokes he tortured himself. He knew, the longer the torture the better the release. And then perhaps he'd be sated for a while, and he could somehow maintain any ounce of civility that was left between Draco and himself. But the desire could only build as Harry became fully aware that his hand wasn't even close to enough. It was frustrating, and led to a pitiful climax. But it would have to be enough for now.

At least the discomfort had finally ebbed as he did what his body craved… somewhat. Harry ran his fingers through his wet black hair on a sigh as he rooted through his robes, discarded next to the bath, and grabbed his wand. He used a quick spell to clean up the residue left in the tub from his shameful session.

The mermaid in the glass giggled and Harry looked up to her with a scowl. Luckily she didn't talk, or else she'd have all sorts of stories to tell the other tapestries and such. Harry was just relieved that Myrtle didn't decide to show herself.

He put his wand back and ran his hand over the bubbles, spacing out with sudden exhaustion. It is funny what an orgasm could do; it both relaxed and sedated Harry. Just as he was about to get out of the tub, a familiar voice rang through the room.

"Harry? That you, mate?"

"Yeah, Ron. It's me." Harry eased himself back into the tub and relaxed, knowing that Ron would be offended if he didn't chat.

His red-haired best friend grinned at him and dipped himself into the large tub with Harry. It was more like a Jacuzzi than anything. "We missed you at dinner."

"Yeah, I wasn't really that hungry…" Harry replied, trying to figure out a way to explain his absence.

"You sure you aren't just avoiding Mione and I?" Ron asked with that nervous grin he sometimes wore. Seeing the familiar expression made Harry feel a little guilty. He was avoiding them, but not entirely on purpose.

"It's not that, Ron, I've just been really tired lately. I might be sick… or something." Harry tried to hide his face by pretending to look at the mermaid. Seeing that he was paying attention to her, she giggled and dived into the glass water. Silence stretched between them.

"I know what the problem is." Ron spoke quietly.

Harry looked to his friend with raised brows. "You do?"

"You like Hermoine don't you?" He said through narrowed orange lashes. Harry could have chocked on his own tongue.

"What?"

"You like Mione. That's what you've been acting so strange around us, you are jealous and it – "

"Ron! I don't like Hermione!" Harry interrupted almost frantically. This conversation was getting worse and worse as time went on.

"You don't have to lie to me Harry, as friends we can work this out. Hermione and I will try to be less clingy around you and –"

"RON!" Harry interjected. Desperate to get him to stop on the tangent he was going, he told him the only thing that could make him believe him. "I'M GAY!"

"What?" Ron sputtered. This time he looked alarmed, and ready to scramble out of the bathtub. "Then you don't like Hermione and you…"

"No, Ron. I don't like you either. Not like that. You are my best friend." Harry sighed and rubbed at his scar, a nervous habit. At those words, Ron relaxed back into the rub. Gay or not, Harry was still Harry after all.

"Bloody Hell, Harry. How long have you known?" He asked, more concerned with how long Harry has been keeping it secret than anything.

"Since the Triwizard Tournament." Harry said softly.

"Cedrick…" Ron's eyes widened with realization. Harry was depressed over Cedrick's death for a long time, and even cried in public. It made sense that he loved him.

"Yeah…" Harry kept his eyes down, not wanting to show Ron that they were tearing up.

"Blimey, Harry. That's terrible…" Ron's words were sincere, Harry could hear it in his voice. He was probably imagining how he would feel if Hermione died in front of him.

"Yeah, it was a while ago… I'm starting to get over it… recently…" Of course, the presence of a certain Slythrin was helping the process along greatly.

"So, you definitely don't…?"

"No, Ron. I am not attracted to you."

"Ouch."

"Don't take it personally. I just always viewed you as a friend, not a love interest." The corner of Harry's mouth tilted up in an amused grin.

"Then, since Cedrick you haven't found anyone? At all?" Ron seemed really concerned about Harry's love life, now that he knew he wouldn't ruin his relationship with Hermione.

"Um…" Harry replied, trying to find the right words that wouldn't make his answer an outright lie. Ron must have noticed that the question struck a nerve. Realization must have dawned on his features as he connected the dots from earlier that day.

"No… Harry… please don't tell me…" Ron's face seemed to crumple from relief to disbelief. Figuring the cat was out of the bag, Harry spoke.

"…Draco and I have a thing…"

"No!" Ron groaned, putting his hand over his face. "Not MALFOY. Anyone but that. He's a SLYTHERIN Harry! He's doing this to get at you!"

"Draco. Not Malfoy. And I highly doubt that he's deceiving me."

"You have been blinded by puppy love! Oh god, I knew this Malfoy thing couldn't bode well…"

"Ron, please. Just… trust my judgment. Something changed." Harry's voice must have held a certain aura of desperation, because Ron closed his mouth and stared at Harry. "Please…."

A sigh escaped from Ron's chest. The right to reject a companion is a duty of a true friend. But ensuring happiness of your friend is the number one mission to accomplish. And Harry wasn't going to be happy right now unless Ron didn't disapprove.

"I don't have to like it, but I want you to be happy, if only for a while. Just remind Malfoy that if he betrays you I will pound his face in." Ron spat the words, obviously against saying them.

"Delightful." Harry said dryly as Ron got up from the tub. He grabbed a towel to dry himself, then turned to Harry as a sort of after thought.

"Can I tell Mione about this?" He asked, as if it just occurred to him that sharing absolutely everything with Hermione wouldn't be okay. That made Harry smile, that he cared enough about his feelings to ask.

"Go ahead. It wouldn't be fair to tell you and not Hermione anyways."

Grinning now that he had some good gossip points to share with his girlfriend, he dressed and then paused. "I'll see you in the morning then, at breakfast?"

They didn't room together anymore; Ron is a prefect and gets his own room.

"Sure, mate. See you then."

Ron winked at Harry before walking through the door. Harry stared at the spot where his best friend was, a huge weight off of his chest. It felt refreshing to let out a secret, only once in a while.