Chapter Eleven

The Bath

Harry sat waiting at the edge of the pool, as he had the last time the pair agreed to meet in the prefects' bathroom. The pajama pants he had pulled on just before leaving his room were now laying on top of the rest of his clothes on a nearby lounge chair. Sunlight was now streaming in through the windows at him, glinting off the bubbles of all sizes and colors that were floating on top of the water. Harry looked around the room and saw the mermaid on the wall smiling and winking at him. He shook his head dismissively. The mermaid was apparently quite miffed and turned her back to him in a huff.

Harry looked to the door again. Where is he? Just when Harry was starting to get worried, the door opened and Draco walked in. Harry extracted his legs from the pool and got quickly to his feet. He turned and hurried over to Draco, his damp feet slipping a bit on the marble floor. Harry wrapped his Slytherin in a tight hug. "I missed you."

"We saw each other only half an hour ago," said Draco.

"I know," said Harry. "But it was too long. I needed to do this." And Harry kissed Draco. It was a long, hungry kiss. One that would have anyone begging for more. They stood there, absorbed in the intensity of the kiss when they heard a giggle from behind them. Harry ripped his lips away from Draco and spun round, sliding a little on the now-wet floor under his feet.

The ghost of a girl with glasses and nasty case of acne was sitting on one of the taps, face hidden behind her hand. Harry groaned inwardly. Moaning Myrtle. She's trying to spy on us. Oh God... If she tells... But who will she tell? No one goes into her lavatory. Outwardly, he plastered a grin onto his face and said cheerfully, "Myrtle! Hi! How are you?"

Myrtle flew off the tap and over to the boys. "I'm alright. How are you Harry? I haven't seen you since we met up in the lake two years ago!" She was not actually looking at Harry, but at Draco. Harry was trying to shield Draco from view and was failing miserably as Draco was trying to peer around Harry and see who was had caused the interruption.

"Oh, I'm alright." Harry gave up on shielding Draco, figuring he might as well get the introduction over and done with. "Myrtle, this is Draco. Draco, this is Myrtle."

"How do you do?" said Draco politely, still obviously curious about Myrtle.

Myrtle inclined her head slightly, saying "Pleased to meet you." Her lips broke into a big grin. "So are you two seeing each other?"

"Erm-" Harry looked at Draco, who shrugged back with a look that plainly said 'What the hell. Who's she going to tell?' Harry looked back at Myrtle, who was gleefully watching the exchange. "Yes, we are."

The ghost clapped her hands with pleasure at the news. "And you're here for another good snog like last time, right?" She winked.

"Oy, Myrtle! Were you spying on us that day?" cried Harry indignantly.

"Only for a little bit. It got a bit less interesting after Hermione walked in. You know, you three never come to visit me at my toilet anymore. How come?" asked Myrtle sadly.

"We've just been really busy." Seeing that Myrtle was about to cry, he hurriedly said, "I'll get them to come visit soon, alright? All three of us will come to visit. It'll be just like old times."

Myrtle smiled sweetly. "Good. I guess I ought to leave you to your snogging." She winked again.

"Myrtle, promise you won't watch this time?" said Harry seriously. "Please?"

"Oh you're just no fun," said Myrtle in a huff. "You two are much more interesting than the other people I see in here. Although, a few years ago I did see some really good snogging sessions between-"

Draco held up a hand. "Please, Myrtle. I'm not sure you want to spill everyone's secrets." Myrtle looked a tad unhappy that she couldn't spread the gossip.

"Maybe some other time, then. Well good day to you two. And happy snogging!" Myrtle floated back to the spigot she'd been seated on.

"Myrtle?" said Harry. She turned her head to look at him. She was halfway into the pipe when Harry called her.

"Yes?"

"Could you do us a favor and not mention this to anyone just yet? We haven't told everyone we're together." Harry looked at her pleadingly.

Myrtle looked even more cheerful than she had when she'd arrived. "I suppose. If you promise you'll visit soon."

"I already said I would, didn't I?" said Harry.

"You said you would when I helped you with that egg..."said Myrtle pouting. "And you still haven't come." She sniffled and wiped her nose.

"I promise I'll come if you promise not to say anything about Draco and me. Deal?"

Myrtle thought a minute. "Deal. See you soon." With that, Moaning Myrtle vanished the rest of the way into the pipe.

Draco looked back at Harry, eyes full of questions that all seemed to come out at once. "Who is that? How do you know her? You met up in the lake? She spied on us? She's spied here before? She knows Hermione and Ron too? You haven't visited her? Where? What egg? She lives in a toilet?"

Harry sighed, and sat Draco down on the nearest lounge chair. Well this should be a fun explanation... And Harry began to tell Draco everything he could without incriminating himself, Ron, and Hermione too much.

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Draco leaned back against Harry's bare chest, putting his head back onto one of Harry's shoulders. He had a lot to take in. Harry had just explained things to him. And Draco was stunned. He knew Harry had broken a few rules in his day, but he'd been in a girls' lavatory on several occasions with Hermione and Ron. And Harry had visited the prefects' bathroom while still in fourth year. And Moaning Myrtle was the ghost's name and she lives in the bathroom Harry's been in. And she helped Harry during the second task in the Triwizard Tournament. Twice. Harry really should have been a Slytherin. And I thought I was a bad kid. Draco smirked.

"Dray? Hon?" Harry whispered his ear, bringing his thoughts back to the present.

"Yes, Har?"

"Can I tell you something?" whispered Harry. Draco could feel Harry's warm breath on his ear and neck.

"Yes?"

Harry kissed Draco's neck softly, sending tingles up his spine. "You stink."

Draco pulled a face. "Well you're really not one to talk, my love."

"Well, what shall we do about this predicament?" said Harry, kissing Draco's neck again.

"Maybe we ought to take that bath now..." said Draco, sitting up. He stood and pulled Harry up with him. He kicked off his shoes and socks and walked over to the giant tub. He stood at the side, reaching for the sweater he was still wearing from last night and this morning. He pulled it off and tossed it onto the chair the two boys had just been sitting on. Harry came up behind him and stopped his hands as Draco was about to pull off the black tee shirt. Harry pulled it off for him, kissing the bare skin of Draco's back as he exposed it. Draco guessed Harry tossed the shirt to the chair behind them because his fingers were quickly fumbling to undo his belt and pants again. Harry got them open and dropped the pants to the floor. Draco stepped out of them and checking to see that they were indeed by the deep end. Then he did a perfect dive straight into the pool. There were still a lot of bubbles sitting on the surface, and the water was very warm. While still below the surface, he watched through the perfectly clear water as Harry's feet stepped gingerly into the water. Draco swam closer to Harry. He waited until Harry's feet had reached the bottom of the tub to pull Harry's boxers down and off. This caught Harry completely off-guard, and he fell over and underwater. Harry glared at Draco as Draco surfaced for air. His head pushed up through the thick layer of suds and sucked in air. He suddenly felt his own shorts being ripped off, and he was tugged under again. He saw Harry grinning devilishly at him, waving his boxers at him underwater.

Draco surfaced again and saw Harry's black hair pop up after him. Draco walked toward Harry, smiling. He's rather sexy when he's all wet. Then again, he's always rather sexy... The boys' arms encircled one another, caught in a rather soggy kiss. Then Harry pulled away and stepped back.

"Where do you think you're going, Potter?" teased Draco.

"I have a debt to repay," said Harry winking. Then Draco watched as Harry took a deep breathe and submerged himself. He's not...OH! Draco felt Harry's mouth wrapping around Draco's erection. Yes, I do believe he is... Draco reached for the side of the tub for support, thanking Merlin that it was within arms reach. Damn. And he's never done that? He felt a very well-placed lick from Harry, and his thought processes were reduced to incoherence.

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Harry hopped out of the pool an hour later, drenched. Looking down, his fingers and toes looked rather prune-y. Oh, but that was worth it. After Harry had finished with Draco, Draco took it upon himself to give Harry the same attention. Then they snogged a bit more. Finally, after three quarters of an hour in the pool, and when the bubbles were just about gone, they actually got around to bathing themselves.

That is technically what we came here for, Harry thought reasonably. But the snogging... etcetera... is much more fun. Harry grabbed his towel of the chair in front of him and dried himself off. Harry glanced over at Draco as he did the same with his own towel. Harry looked at the pile of clothes before him. He grabbed a clean, dry pair of silky boxer shorts and pulled them on. He put on a new pair jeans next and started to pick up his white tee shirt when he snuck another look at Draco.

Draco's back was turned. He leaned down to pick up a clean black tee shirt. Every muscle in his back rippled as he moved. Harry watched, mesmerized, while Draco straightened, hands fiddling with the shirt to find the necessary openings and pulled the shirt over his head. Harry was disappointed to see the beautiful pale skin vanish under the black cotton of the shirt. But every ripple of muscle could still be seen through the tight shirt. Draco twisted, feeling the eyes on his back. His face spread into a shy smile. "What?"

"Just watching you," said Harry simply. Harry smiled. He was sure Draco could see the lust in his eyes, and he didn't care.

"Am I that interesting?" asked Draco.

"Definitely. The way you move... It's so... it's just beautiful." said Harry. He could think of no other words to describe it. Draco was poetry personified. He was a symphony of flesh. He was a living breathing masterpiece. And he was Harry's.

"Well thank you then." Draco's cheeks flushed a smidgen. He was smiling. Harry walked over to Draco, knowing that he should be getting dressed and going to his common room to spend time with the rest of the Gryffindors. But right now, he was with Draco and he needed Draco. Harry pulled Draco's hips to his own. With one hand still round Draco's waist, Harry let his fingers travel up Draco's muscular arm. Harry leaned in and nibbled on the pale neck in front of him, eliciting a quiet moan from the Slytherin. Harry kissed his way up the neck and onto the earlobe. He sucked lightly on Draco's earlobe and then ran his tongue along Draco's jaw line, ending with a kiss on the pointed chin. All the while, he listened as Draco's breathing slowed to an almost-standstill. Harry's lips found his boyfriend's then, and they shared a kiss. Harry could feel the energy surging through him, as if this kiss was a source of electricity that spread from his heart all the way to the tips of his fingers, and everywhere in between. The two prefects stood there, lost in this kiss, for a minute that felt like an eternity and a millisecond all at once. When they finally separated, both boys were extremely winded and yet ready for more. But they knew they would be missed if they were not back in their rooms soon.

Harry went back to his pile of clothes and picked up his tee shirt again, and pulled it on, adding the sweater Mrs. Weasley had given him two Christmases ago, green with a dragon knitted into it, in memory of the dragon he had beaten in the first Triwizard Task. Odd, isn't it? That the sweater you pick for today is the one that would remind you most of Draco. Well aren't you smart.

Harry smiled to himself. He looked back at Draco. He was leaning to grab his school robes. He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater that shimmered in the light. Upon further inspection, Harry saw that there were tiny strands of silver woven in with the black. Harry smiled again. Leave it to Dray to always shine. Harry pulled on his robes now, and tried to do something with his still somewhat dampish hair. He settled for running his fingers through it a few times to get the knots out, and leaving it to do what it pleased. He knew that was what it would do anyway, so he decided not to fight it.

Draco was pointing his wand at his head now, and he whispered a few words. His hair dried instantly and straightened into its normal slick state. Then he looked at Harry. "Read to go then?"

"Suppose so." Harry looked at the pool. It was now empty. It seemed that as soon as the bathers get out of the tub and start getting dressed, the water drains from everywhere, including the floor, and leaves the bathroom in its normal, pristine condition. Harry and Draco moved toward the door. Harry muttered "Alohomora" and the lock clicked open. They walked out the door and closed it quietly behind them. Draco slipped his hand into Harry's and they walked together to the Entrance Hall. There their hands separated and they faced each other. Each boy had an identical sad smile on his lips. I don't want to leave him. Seems he doesn't want to go either. Harry stepped closer to Draco, who followed the action. They snaked their hands round each other in one last eager kiss. Harry's fingers found their way into Draco's perfect hair, mussing it a little. Then-

"Harry? Draco?!? What in the bloody hell are you two doing?!?"

~*~TBC~*~