Rain

By: Who Else? Me

Chapter Seventeen:

Caught in the Prefects' Bathroom

Draco walked down the corridor. He was headed for the prefects' bathroom, a bathroom he'd had access too since the year before. A good bath is what he needed after that stressful event with Snape. Dorothy had left soon after that and headed to the Gryffindor common room. Why couldn't she have been a Slytherin? Then they wouldn't have to hide anything. Just as the blonde boy entered the prefects' bathroom, he could hear a familiar voice.

"Thank you, Myrtle," said the voice. "I haven't had a bath in such a beautiful place for a long time. I've never seen so many knobs or smelt so many sweet scents before."

It was Dorothy. She was bathing in a bathroom off-limits to her. Oh, she just keeps getting better, thought Draco peering around a corner at the girl resting in the bubbles. Her neck down was submerged in the water so nothing was visible. Draco mouthed out 'darn' and pretended to snap his fingers.

"Oh, don't mention it," replied Moaning Myrtle as she sat eerily on a faucet. "I enjoy your company. It's been a while since anyone has visited me. Harry Potter was supposed to visit me but he never did."

"Harry has a lot going on lately, I bet," Dorothy reasoned as she stood up and stretched, facing away from the entrance. "This place is so beautiful, no wonder it's only for prefects. Draco must love this place."

"That Malfoy boy? He's so mean," complained Myrtle, looking misty eyed. "He always throws things at me. Are you and him friends?"

"I guess you could say that," Dorothy said, her face turning a little red. "I'll talk to him. I'm sure he'll stop throwing things at you if I ask him to. He's really quite an agreeable person once you get to know him. I'm sure he's had a rough life, trying to live up to his parents' expectations. That's how I am with my dad. My mum died when I was so young that I always had to be the woman of the house in her place. I tried really hard to please my dad. I cooked and cleaned and did all of my homework. I took care of myself and my dad."

"You sure do have a lot of scars," declared Myrtle, getting a closer look at Dorothy's torso.

"Huh? Oh these? Yeah," Dorothy sounded a little distant suddenly. "I was my school punching bag I guess. I used to get beat up and picked on at my muggle schools when I was little. The boys punched me and pulled my hair. The girls seemed to like kicking me and scratching me. A couple of times I was just attacked. I don't really understand why they did all of that but they did. I tried to get of my scars. You know cover them up. My dad tried to magic them away but they just stuck. Then one day, I was really angry at a boy in my class for picking on my only friend and I used magic without knowing it."

Dorothy stopped talking for a while and there was a very awkward silence in the bathroom, only the splash of water was audible as Dorothy bathed herself.

"You seemed to have a horrible life," said Myrtle.

"Yeah," replied Dorothy. "That's when I was sent to Madam Seremine's All-Witch Academy for Malevolent Magic Makers. I spent my first five witching years at that school. What a horrible place. I have to learn to defend myself there too because people still picked on me, only this time with magic. Then I came here. I had some bumpy times in the beginning but I think that I'm adjusting well. Besides, you probably had worse than I did when you were alive. I don't mean to make you remember bad times so I won't push on the subject."

"Thanks."

Again there was silence and this time Draco thought he'd try something. He tiptoed up behind Dorothy and held a finger up to his lips to silence Myrtle. He stepped as quietly as he could in the water, after removing his clothes and approached the girl as she bathed her arms, humming a little. He quickly wrapped his arms around her waste and she shrieked in fright. He hands rested on her stomach and he pulled her back against his bare chest. He could feel several scars around her navel and grimaced.

"Hello, Dorothy," he whispered, licking her ear slightly. "You're not supposed to be in here but I don't mind. She suddenly pulled out of his gripped and moved quickly away from him into a corner, ducking her body under the water.

She turned to face him and he whined. From the top of her breasts down was under the water and hidden in bubbles. He also saw something that mad him angry. Scars all over her shoulders and collar bones. She was seriously beaten up.

Dorothy blinked up at him as she took in all of his bare chest. Her face was red and her hands were covering her breast protectively. She'd never seen Draco without a shirt on and he did look rather hot...er...sexy...er...hot. Both, he looked both hot and sexy! (XD) He moved towards her and she was grateful that her chest was covered and his waist down was in the water!

When he was standing before her she watched his hand traced the scars on her shoulders. She watched him cautiously and tensed when his finger moved to her collar bone. She wasn't so sure it was a good idea to let him touch her when she wasn't wearing anything. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. She loosened up a little but didn't move he hands away from her chest.

"You could get detention for coming into the prefects' bathroom when you're not a prefect," Draco warned, kneeling down so that he was eye level with her. Her black hair was clinging to her back and shoulders and face and her body was glistening with water. He groaned at the sight and leaned in to kiss her again and as he did, Moaning Myrtle squealed.

"I knew something was going on between you two, I knew it!" and with that she disappeared into the faucet, leaving the two alone.

"Were you listening to my conversation with Myrtle, Draco?" Dorothy asked.

"Yeah," he said as if anyone would do it. "You should've told me about these." He traced a finger delicately over the pink scars on her shoulders.

"I didn't want you to get upset," she replied, stroking his hair. He let out a low, seductive growl and kissed each scar in turn. When he kissed all the ones above water he tried to pull her arms away from her chest to kiss the rest on her body but she wouldn't let him. "This is as far as you go."

"Oh, I see," he whispered, running his fingers through her wet hair and kissing her neck. "You're so lovely when your wet. It drives me crazy." He gripped her shoulders and pulled her closer but she pulled away, her face becoming even redder.

"Draco, we're naked," Dorothy said, tensing again. "Now would really not be a good time to hug." She got out of the bath and got dressed, making Draco cover his eyes. He was sly enough to peek through his fingers occasionally and he saw the many other scars on her torso and arms. No wonder she always wore long sleeves.

A/N: Okay, this one was just plain bad, right? I mean, just look at it! They're naked in the same room! According to Peaches that just spells 'sex'! Ha! Well, this is PG-13 so No way!! Besides, their only in school and that would be going against my rule of no sex before graduation. Yeah, it's a sucky rule! Deal with it! Ciao.

WEM