"I was going to have a bath, Malfoy." The words left his mouth before Harry had time to think, but actually it was a great excuse. He didn't really need anything to go have a bath--there were towels and soap aplenty in the bathroom, and no one needed their wand. Rather proud of himself for coming up with such a believable lie, Harry dropped his guard enough to become cocky. "And yourself?" It was now his turn to give Malfoy the once over, and he took his time about it. Unlike Harry, however, Draco was considerably more dressed. Not only was he wearing a full set of pajamas (in a soft dove-grey that matched his eyes), but an expensive looking black bathrobe and matching slippers.
The shard of unease worked its way back into Draco's stomach. He had been certain that Harry had been on his way to find him... but it made perfect sense that Potter had simply wanted a bath. After all, the Prefect's bath (which Harry, as the captain of the Gryffindor Quiddich team, could now use) was in between both common rooms. Had he underestimated Harry? A year ago, the thought would never have crossed Draco's mind. No one simply brushed him off. However... Things were different now. His left arm gave an unconscious twinge, and he resisted the urge to rub it. He had thought he was dealing well enough with the pressure of the task assigned to him, but clearly he was slipping. Mad now not just at Harry but at himself, Draco wrenched his doubt from the forefront of his mind and shoved it down until all that was left was the anger.
"Isn't that just convenient," Draco stepped again towards Harry, his fingers tracing up the other boy's arm to caress the delicate shell of his ear. "I was just headed there myself." His fingers slipped past Harry's ear to fist in his hair, a cruel smile twisting his lips as he watched the younger boy's eyes dilate with desire even as a soft whimper of pain escaped him. "You can join me." It wasn't a question.
Releasing Harry, Draco turned and headed toward the Prefects' Bath, not even bothering to glance behind to see if Harry was following. The tips of his ears burning red with shame, and his fists clenched at his sides, Harry hesitated only a moment before moving after Draco.
Author's Note: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know this is like inching along in the most painful manner possible… But I'm getting there!