Although Ron was bluffing when he hinted at having arranged a rendezvous with Draco in the Prefect's bathroom, that did not stop him from enjoying the look on Harry's face as he watched helpless to stop it. Ron delighted that he had come up with such a plausible lie on the spot. Ron smiled mischievously to himself unknowingly causing several passing Hufflepuffs to go weak in the knees.

Ron brushed back his violently red, shoulder length wavy locks into a loose ponytail at the back of his head. Entering the Prefect's bathroom he looked around to see if anyone else would be sharing his bath with him. No other Prefects seemed to be awake at this ungodly hour of the morning. I mean for god's sakes, Ron thought to himself, the sun hasn't yet fully risen. On most days Ron wasn't even aware there existed a six-thirty in the morning.

Ron turned on the taps in the giant swimming pool like bath, mixing a strawberry perfume with a vaguely transparent layer of bubbles. Ron loved being told he smelt like strawberries, he felt it suited him with his vibrant red hair and juicy sweet flesh. As soon as the tub was full Ron slipped off his robe with an elegant shrug of his shoulders and hung it one of the hooks near the door. Walking the few short steps over to the pool naked Ron couldn't help but admire his firmly toned body in the mirrors he passed.

Poking his toe into the water to test the temperature Ron slid into the pool and sat down on one of the seats around the edge preparing for a long luxurious soak. Feeling that it was entirely too quiet in the cavernous bathroom Ron started to sing his favorite rock song under his breath. Coming to the chorus Ron was in full on rock star mode, complete with air guitar and crude vocals. "Open up my eager eyes, cause I'm Mr. Bright side"

"Yes, you certainly are." Draco's usual drawl startled Ron making him slip and fall beneath the surface of the pool.

Regaining his footing Ron's head reappeared soaking wet with his ruby locks hanging down in his face, his ponytail having fallen out. "I didn't know anyone else was in here" Ron dipped his head beneath the water in an attempt to slick his hair back and out of his face. Ron's face was burning a magnificent shade of red when he locked eyes with Draco.

"Nice little show you put on there, Weasley, really spectacular!" Draco chuckled to himself. Draco who had already changed into a cotton white towel, wrapped around his hips, started placing his belongings into one of the lockers beside the bench.

"I didn't expect anyone else to be up so early on a Saturday morning. Truth be told I didn't plan on being up this early, but I made the unfortunate mistake of leaving my door unlocked and an unwelcome intruder felt it necessary to wake me at this ungodly hour" Ron said conversationally.

"I didn't ask for your life story, Weasley." Draco said with his usual sneer. Draco approached the pool with. With a quirked eyebrow and an expectant look he stared at Ron.

Ron gazed back at him for a moment before realizing, "Oh, sorry, would you like to join me?" Ron was so surprised that Draco would wait for an invitation, but then he was raised in high society with manners and etiquette and all that other rubbish.

"Well, seeing as there is no other pool to soak in, this will have to do." Draco looked haughty and thoroughly putout. Glancing out the window at the filtered rays of sunlight Draco removed his towel and placed it on the bench beside him. Without further ado Draco dived into the pool, his blonde hair trailing magnificently behind him under the water.

Ron was able to catch a brief glimpse of luscious naked Draco before the boy disappeared beneath the bubbly surface. Ron watched as Draco emerged on the opposite side of the pool, "So why are you up so early on a Saturday morning?" Ron enquired disinterestedly.

"Must we make conversation Weasley?" Draco said whilst inspecting his manicured nails, he raised his eyes to look in Ron's direction. "Alright, if you must know I tutor Potion's retards in the mornings on Saturday." Draco grabbed one of the loofa sponges that lay in a basket near the edge of the pool and began scrubbing his body.

Ron quirked an eyebrow at him, "Really?"

Draco looked at him disdainfully, "You look surprised. I am professor Snape's best student you know?"

"It just seems out of character, you helping others" Ron walked over to where Draco was and grabbed a second sponge out of the basket and began washing his body. Ron moved the soapy wet sponge about his chest as sensually as he could without looking like a porn movie reject. The strawberry scent of the bubbles pervaded the room making Ron a little lightheaded.

Draco, who'd not been able to enjoy the show Ron had put on, continued to struggle with the sponge trying to wash his own back.

Ron stopped behaving like an extra from a bad adult filmlong enough to notice Draco struggling with his sponge. "Here let me help you with that" Ron dipped his sponge back in the hot soapy water and positioned himself behind Draco.

Draco moved away from him, "No thanks, I don't need your help." But Draco continued to struggle with the sponge.

"Don't be a baby, just let me do your back." Ron said as he crawled behind Draco again. Ron dipped his sponge back in the water and let the soapy bubbles cascade down Draco's alabaster skin. Ron began to gently scrub Draco's shoulder blades, rewetting his sponge every now and then in order to keep it warm and soapy. Moving down to Draco's middle back, also known as the bloody impossible to reach zone, Ron heard a soft moan escape from Draco's mouth. Pressing his advantage Ron sent another wave of warm water down Draco's back and moved to the far more sensitive lower area. Ron had to fight the impulse to 'slip' and feel-up Draco's ass. Ron leaned in as he was washing Draco's back and let a deep breath caress Draco's ears before saying in a low voice, "See now that wasn't so bad, now was it"

All the hairs on the back of Draco's neck stood on end and he was embarrassed to find himself half-hard from the experience. Knowing full well that he could not leave the pool without Ron noticing his condition, Draco's mind frantically searched for a way out but was saved having to come up with an escape when Ron spoke.

"My turn" Ron said simply, turning his back towards Draco

"What?" Draco seemed flustered and out of sorts.

"I wash your back you wash mine. That's the way these things go." Ron replied

Draco seeing no other way to escape the situation, and praying that his condition might change int he time it took him to wash Ron's back, decided to go along with it. "Oh. Alright then."

Draco began to wash Ron's back in exactly the same manner as was done to him moments before. Making nice, neat, circles Draco couldn't help but notice what fine skin Ron had, and the way some of Ron's freckly formations reminded him of his favorite constellations. Chuckling to himself Draco wished he had a marker to play connect the dots with.

"What are you laughing about" Ron enquired

"Nothing, it's just I think I see Ursa Major here between your shoulder blades." Draco let out a small laugh.

"Are you making fun of my freckles?" Ron said in a mock hurt voice.

"No" Draco faked serious, "Not at all, they're quite cute, and look there's Ursa Minor"

Ron's skin flushed bright red, "They are not cute! That's it, you're going down Malfoy!" With that Ron turned around and pounced on Draco pushing him under the water.

Draco fought back and within minutes they were having a full-blown water fight. Each laughed loudly when the other lost his footing or got a mouth full of suds. After fifteen minutes of relentless splashing and wrestling there was more water on the deck of the pool draining into the grates than there was in the pool. Standing three feet apart with barely enough water to conceal their nakedness Ron and Draco looked at each other like gunfighters in an old western movie.

Locking eyes something about the situation tickled Draco's funny bone and in moments they were both doubled up in laughter. Hugging the edge of the pool and struggling for breath Ron gasped out, "Truce?"

Draco gave him an appraising look, reconsidering everything he had once thought about the boy, "Yeah, alright. For now, but be warned Weasley if I catch you in the tub again, it will be war." Draco smiled and got out of the pool.