It's probably too late now. We're here. Stood outside the door, and I'm regretting this brash and foolhardy decision. No matter how inspired I felt down in that dungeon corridor after Malfoy's mouth has been moulded to mine again; this is probably a bad decision. How could I think it was a good idea in that moment? I'd seriously thought it was a good way to warm up and then I thought oh maybe a swim together would be fun! Jesus Weasley…what's he going to think eh? I considered this, but realised that I didn't really want to go back on this now and look fickle or even worse like a tease. That's one thing I know I'm certainly not. And I'm very aware that there is another voice positively screaming at the back of my mind, telling me to just go for it. It sounds an awful lot like a muffled Alice if you must know. I take another swig of the Firewhiskey bottle in my slightly shaking hand. I try to hide this from Malfoy but it appears his intention, as usual, is to just catch my eye.

"Weasley. What're we doing outside the Prefect's bathroom? I thought you were taking us to the Room of Requirement?" I stare at him for a moment and take another swig; the liquid burning my throat but instead of warming me up this time it merely gives me further shivers. I try desperately hard not to take my eyes off of him. Just in case I blink and he disappears like a mirage. A delicious mirage, no less.

"I thought we could go for a swim," I answer honestly, shrugging. "It seemed like a good idea when we were down in the dungeons." His look turns from questioning to incredulous in the blink of an eye. No grin plastered across that pretty face. I gulp nervously. Maybe this was a little too "out there" as ideas go after all Weasley.

"I just thought it would be fun…" I trail off.

"You're serious?" he finally managed.

"Yeah. I mean initially I thought it'd be a good way to warm up, and swimming is always fun and I've never tried a good swim after a few drinks and that's probably why I thought about it. It could be fun-"

"You're mental."

"-thank you. To be honest with you. I'm pretty sure every prefect including the Head Boy and Girl were already at the party when we left so I highly doubt we'd be disturbed by anyone. The water smells so heavenly as well and-"

"This is mental."

"-sometimes when it smells like lavender-" I plough on barely even registering his comments, jabbering in nervous bursts of tipsy giddiness and I'm running out of air quite rapidly, "- bit different y'know." I finish before taking a huge breath in and another small swig; I'd rather not drunkenly pass out and drown in the prefect's bathroom if I'm honest with you. I'd have to be friends with Myrtle and she already grinds on me a bit when you're trying to go and she just keeps god damn singing and –

"What're we waiting for?" asks Malfoy, His Toothiness at your service. I can feel my eyes bulge, my drunken body exaggerating the action for good measure.

"Excellent. Glad you didn't need convincing." I hear myself say, this over confident version of myself is going to get me into trouble I just know it. And it appears that Firewhiskey really does loosen my tongue. This is probably the most drunk I've ever been while at Hogwarts. There is a part of me that knows this is not a very sensible adventure to part-take in, although it is a lot safer than taking a romantic stroll in the Forbidden Forrest. What's the worst that can happen? I quell that particular thought as I speak to the door.

"Raspberry Lemonade."

I'll never get used to this room. The first time I came in here I was stunned by the deep set pool into the stonework and the hundreds of golden taps along it's edges. I thought my parents had been having me on. Essentially a swimming pool masquerading as a bathtub inside the castle, but then there is a room that is hidden to those unless you require it. So I guess this could be considered mundane by comparison. I have great respect for the Founders when I over think the intricacies of the castle.

The only thing I don't like in this room are the stain glass windows which look much more like the merpeople from my textbooks at night, rather than beautiful sirens during the day. It gives an eerie feel to the room when I'm in here alone. Somehow I've never bumped into anyone else in here. I'm not entirely convinced it will let Malfoy follow me over the threshold and that the room will have a similar defence mechanism to that of the Gryffindor girls dormitory stairs. Oddly enough it does allow him to follow me. Considering just how easy it would have been for people in the past to do just what we're doing right now, it seems remarkable that this isn't common knowledge between the students; it'd be a hell of a place to hold a party. How has no one ever thought about this before? It seems rather bizarre. At some point as we've walked in the room, we've both kicked off our shoes and removed our socks, leaving a trail of clothing items in our wake.

"I'm surprised it let us both in at the same time." Malfoy states, speaking as if he's just read my mind. He pulls my body flush against him and whispers in my ear, "however you came up with this idea; I'm a huge fan." I twist in his arms so I'm looking up at him with a look that is as sultry as possible and pull away.

"I'm full of ingenious ideas." I turn on the first tap and pale yellow water gushes from the opening, sending hot steam towards the ceiling. I conceal my excitement as I turn on another tap and giant purple bubbles form at the taps mouth before floating onto the water's surface. Malfoy is walking around the opposite edge of the bath at this point turning on taps at random; providing an assortment of coloured water to the already half full tub. We meet on the other side, repeating our steps to turn off those running so the pool doesn't overflow. Finally it's full and we're stood facing each other again.

"What happens if we get caught Weasley?" he asks me from across the water. His eyes serious for the first time since our lips locked again tonight. I have to repress the urge to call him a scaredy cat and instead press the now half full bottle of Firewhiskey to his chest.

"I guess it's a risk we'll both have to take." I say gazing down at the water. I remove my shorts and tights to reveal some plain violet pants (I thank all of the wizarding world at this point that they aren't white) followed by my shirt. This leaves me feeling rather warm in the steamy room even though I'm only wearing a makeshift bikini ensemble with a black bra as the top piece. I chance a glance in Malfoy's direction, very aware that I was not at all elegant at removing my clothes in my drunken haste to get in the water. He is now struggling to remove his jeans; clearly the Firewhiskey is affecting him almost as it is me. This makes me feel a little surer of the situation. Finally he's down to just some black boxers and he's stood between me and the tub. A genius idea occurs to me as I walk up to him and plant a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. I pull away grinning to find him smirking down at me in my bare minimals.

"Don't smirk at me like that Malfoy. It doesn't suit you." I say echoing his words from a conversation that now seems a hundred years ago now.

"What're you going to do about it Weasley?" He asks the smirk growing. And then I do it. I give his chest a shove and he falls backwards. I see said smirk vanish in the mere second before he disappears beneath the water sending bubbles and suds cascading over the edges. And I laugh. It's a drunken cackle if ever I've heard one and it bounces off the bathroom walls, ringing in my ears. Malfoy's sopping wet head appears in the water and he splutters the suds from his mouth.

"Right Weasley," he growls at me, with a face that I'm assuming he thinks looks furious. And I just laugh harder, bending over double almost wheezing at the sight of Scorpius Malfoy push his blond hair out of his eyes and swim back towards me. I take a breath, and hear Alice's voice in my head; attagirl. As Malfoy sweeps for my legs I jump over his mostly submerged body, pulling my legs up to my chest forming a human shaped ball and bomb into the pool next to him. My head is quite literally, also swimming. I feel dizzy and giddy and elated. The water is hot on my skin, my eyes are squeezed shut and I kick up to crack the surface of the water, gasping for breath between peels of laughter.

"I'll get you for that." I hear from behind me and I swim to the other side of the pool with Malfoy chasing me as quickly as I can to find he's pinned me to the side of the pool his eyes light with mischief, his legs gently kicking beneath the surface to keep him afloat. I gulp audibly, again embarrassing myself as he grins and lunges himself at my neck where he nips and sucks just below my ear and I can't help elicit a moan. I feel him smile against my neck and place kisses along my jaw before capturing my lips again. I have to tell you, if you couldn't already tell; Scorpius Malfoy is an incredible kisser. Not that I'd ever tell him that. Well, I might. One day. Not right now.

One of his arms wraps around my waist pulling our bodies together beneath the water and if it's possible his body is warmer than the water itself. I know I must look flushed and oh so attractive with my hair plastered to my skull but I'm not focused on that. I'm more impressed to see that Malfoy's cheeks are flushed a rather dark pink that's got to be from a combination of what he's just been doing to my mouth and the heat of the water. It makes him look even more irresistible; I can't stop my body any more at this point and I wrap my legs around him. I crush our lips together and wind my arms around him as I feel his arm holding onto the side of the pool tense to keep us from sinking. I pull away and know full well that the exhilaration and passion etched on his face is mirrored on mine.

"Weasley. Where have you been hiding?" he asks, and I look away embarrassed but unable to hide the huge smile on my face. "I mean seriously. You're fucking stunning and, like you said; full of ingenious ideas." I return my gaze to him, to see he's positively beaming at me and he gives me a brief and intense kiss. It's right at this moment that I've decided I'd die happy. It's possibly the most genuinely wonderful thing a bloke has ever said to me.

"I think we have our parents to thank for the fact our paths might not have crossed any sooner. If it's any consolation I never thought you were bad to look at." I say the words before I can stop myself and I groan again at how my mouth clearly has a mind of it's own tonight. But Malfoy, right on cue, just laughs good naturedly and cups my face with his hand.

"I'm deadly serious Weasley. The other girls I've seen while here at Hogwarts don't hold a thousand candles to you."

"Where are you getting these lines Malfoy?" he's still stroking my cheek his eyes intently roaming my face and my heart is thundering in my chest again. I can feel it heaving beneath the now cooling water.

"I've got about as many as you've got freckles on your nose." And with that he kicks off from the wall of the pool tugging me under the water with him. I just about manage to gasp in a breath. Before I can attempt to even open my eyes under the shimmering water he's kissing me ferociously his hands running through my hair slowly beneath the water. I've never experienced anything like this. It's positively rapturous. If I'd known at the start of the year I would be doing this with Scorpius Malfoy in the prefect's bathroom I'd have called you as mad as a banshee and a fucking liar.

When we finally surface, we're both grinning at each other. Something that I am already far to accustomed to. "We aren't our parents of course." I begin, knowing I've started this now. I'm in too deep and it's about to get a bit more serious. The sensible Granger part of my brain is prodding me to shut up, unless that's a headache coming on. Weasley, don't do it.

"No. Although I've been told many times how much I resemble my father," he states this with neither venom nor pride. I make a mental note of this.

"Resemblance doesn't mean duplicate." We're both treading water now in the centre of the pool, I can hear rain crashing against the windows but I avoid looking at the stained glass. He raises an eyebrow at me questioningly.

"I mean, perhaps we should stop with the surnames. After all they don't seem relevant anymore." I mutter the last sentence, aware that this sentence is definitely suggesting that I'd like to see how far this swim could go and just how serious the swimming might get in the future. He's breathing quite hard and I realise I've no idea how long it's been since we left the party. I bite my lip; nervous for his response.

"Don't bite that lip of yours or I'll just have to eat you up entirely." Instead of swimming towards me after stating this though, he suddenly tears his eyes away and heads to the opposite end of the pool where he gets out of the water (annoyingly gracefully) and creeps towards the exit. I can feel the disappointment and the water suddenly feels cold without him sharing it with me. I'm baffled at this point. I have no idea what he's doing.

And then I hear it. A gentle meow. My heart sinks. Instinctively I follow his lead and swim to the edge of the pool and get out.

"That's definitely Mrs Norris." I hear him say as I grab my wand from my pile of clothes and point it to roughly where the plug was and hear the gurgling sound of water flushing through the drain. I then point it to my own body and mutter, "Exaresco." I notice Malfoy do the same. I feel the warm water evapourate off my skin leaving me cold with goosebumps. My heart is still thudding, although now it's due to the fear of being caught with Malfoy in the Prefect's bathroom, beyond question; now out of hours. We're tugging on our clothes much quicker than we removed them. I step into my boots and stuff my socks into my short pockets. The meowing is definitely getting louder. Don't you feel stupid for choosing all the perfumed taps now; she'll be able to smell you at least two floors away. Thanks inner thoughts – you're a great bloody help. I grab the bottle of Firewhiskey from the edge of the now empty pool, attempting to leave no evidence that we were here and feel Malfoy's calloused hand grab onto mine.

"We need to scarper Weasley," he's pulling me towards the door as I sweep my wand once more in the direction of the pool to remove the suds still covering the bottom. As little evidence as possible remember. I've never been this scared of running into Filch. We leave the prefect bathroom and draw the door closed as quickly as possible before sharing what I can only describe as a rather desperate look at one another as a voice cuts through the wind whistling through the freezing corridor.

"Anyone around my sweet?" came the voice of Argus Filch. Without even thinking we both break into a run in the opposite direction to said voice. I barely pay mind to the fact that Malfoy is climbing, like me, up to the seventh floor when his common room is floors below. His hand is still in mine and we're sprinting, full pelt with wet hair flying behind us. Thankfully we don't hear a peep from any other creature en route up to Gryffindor tower. We stop in front of the Fat Lady's empty painting breathing hard. I squeeze his hand lightly. He responds by grinning tiredly down at me, dark circles under his eyes that certainly weren't there when we first stepped foot in the brightly lit bathroom. I return it, standing on tiptoe and kissing him gently. When I pull away his voice is gruff which only stresses his obvious tiredness.

"Well, you're certainly living up to your flavour butterscotch."

"Careful Malfoy; you might ruin an exceptionally pleasant evening." My eyes narrow, but my mouth twitches up in a small smile.

"What happened to dropping the surnames?" he asks sounding slightly affronted.

"I, well –" I begin, but he cuts me off closing the small gap between us.

"It was an exceptionally pleasant night, Rose. I do hope they didn't miss us too much at the party." He just made my name sound sexy. I feel a warmth wash over me through to my very core. Oh say it again toothy one.

"Perhaps we could reconvene for Monday patrols?"

"It's our duty isn't it? Besides, somehow we got away from Filch unscathed. We deserve an evening where the end isn't rudely interrupted." He dips his head down capturing my lips for the umpteenth time this evening and my stomach clenches with yearning. It's at this precise second that the empty portrait of the Fat Lady swings open. Malfoy and I leap a few feet apart as if struck by a bolt of lightning.

I feel my jaw hit the floor like a lead weight as Patricia steps out of the hole wrapped in a dark cloak and matching slippers. Of all the people in all of Gryffindor tower, of course it had to be her. Merlin only knows where she's off to and that she couldn't wait another ten minutes before doing it. It seems to take her a second to process what she's seeing. Our flushed faces, wet hair, swollen lips and to top it off the party attire we're both still wearing.

"Oh my…" she mutters, a smile curving across her mouth transforming into an impressive sneer as the pieces seem to fall into place.


Well I tried my hand at some fluff and I don't think it was terrible.
I have a lot of content planned for the next chapter so I wanted to get this out as soon as my spindly fingers could type it. I hope it didn't let you all down (something that I'm terrified of doing).
Seriously though, a massive thank you to all the follows and favourites and especially those folks kind enough to review. I never thought this many people would be interested in reading my own plot bunny. Otherwise happy reading. If you don't review; my father will hear about this. *cackles*