Note: Written for a challenge at the Livejournal community hogwartsishome

Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be

Vincent flipped a page in his history of magic book. Flipped the page and looked around the common room, and then went back to pretending to read. He had flipped the page 10 times now, 5 minutes per page turn, and yet he still wasn't there. Why hasn't he come yet? Vincent thought, glancing at his book so he didn't look absolutely pathetic in front of everyone else. He had already read the chapter, but no one needed to know that.

He glanced up when the entrance opened, finally. Can't appear eager, he thought. Just keep pretending to read, let him come to you.

"Hey Vince, reading are you?" Gregory asked. Vince smiled as he looked up, "Oh, you know me; I'm just a regular history buff. You're late."

"I'm sorry, you ready to go?" Greg asked. He did have an apologetic look on his face, Vince would give him that.

"Just let me finish this section," Vince responded. Can't seem too eager after all. "You don't suppose we'll run into Potter and Diggory again do you?"

"We can kick them out if we do," Greg said as he sat down. "Or watch."

Watch. Oh Merlin. "Alright, I'm done, let me put this away and we'll go." Had Vince been a Gryffindor he would have been running up to his room to throw the damn book on his bed and then get out of there as fast as he could. However, being a Slytherin, he walked with dignity to the 4th year boys room, greeted Draco, who was on his bed studying, set his book with the others, and then walked out again as if he was in no rush, making sure to say good bye to Draco.

Greg was still in the same spot. To anyone else it would seem as if he was simply standing there waiting patiently, but Vince knew him. Greg was just as eager to go as he was. This was his best friend. You don't do things like this with your best friend. But if you can't do them with your best friend, who can you do them with?

"Well, let's do this," Vince said as he walked past Greg, knowing that Greg would fall in line behind him. "You got it didn't you?"

"Of course, what do you take me for? I'm still hoping we find Potter and Diggory, I want to know what they were doing."

"Probably what we are going to be doing." They were moving at a pace that was deemed as fast as possible without looking suspicious.

"Well, here we are," Vince declared. There they were, standing in front of the entrance. "Well, say it," he snapped, eager to get in and be alone with Greg.

"Cheneowort."

It opened up and they went it. No Potter. No Diggory. Just him and Greg. Vincent immediately stripped, and then he looked at Gregory. "What are you waiting for, let's do this."

Vincent smiled as Gregory started taking off his clothes. He moved and started playing with the nozzles on the bath in the prefects bathroom.

"You ready for the best bubble-bath in the world?"