Draco POV
Draco waited until both Myrtle and Potter had left the bathroom before exiting the tub. He dried himself off, put on his robes, and quickly ran back to the Slytherin tower. God that was better than any fantasy I've ever had Draco thought to himself as he slumped into his bed. Draco woke up the next morning feeling happy despite himself. He knew it had something to do with the amazing night he had had with Potter.
He tried not to look at Potter too much during breakfast, but he couldn't help but look over to the Gryffindor table. He knew that he would have to avoid using that particular bathroom for a while to make sure that Potter wouldn't find out about him and what he was. He couldn't risk someone at school finding out about his transformation especially now that he was closer to his birthday. He only had another week to go before the transformation was complete.
Draco decided to use one of the less known bathrooms for a while so that nobody would find out. Dumbledore had been notified by Draco's father about the transformation to make sure that the Headmaster would take measures to ensure Draco's safety. Draco had been told the location of some rooms only known to teachers for his personal use whenever he felt the need. While those bathrooms were bigger and nicer than the student ones, Draco enjoyed knowing that Potter was using and had been in the tubs for Prefects. Also, the lavender scent just wasn't quite the same in the teacher bathrooms. Oh well, better than getting caught Draco thought as he stole one last glance at the Gryffindor table before leaving for classes.
1 week later…
Draco figured that it was probably safe to go and use the Prefect's bathroom again. Besides, he missed the lavender scent and the images that that bathroom would now forever display in his head. He wanted to be somewhere familiar and comfortable during the moment of his final transformation. He didn't want to be in some stuffy teachers bathroom when the time came. He walked to the bathroom without a care in the world. Should anyone ask him what he was doing outside his tower, he would tell them to mind their own business and that he was doing his rounds.
He walked into the bathroom and looked around. After being satisfied that there was nobody in the room, he stripped down to nothing. He yet again put lavender bubbles into the tub. He used his new found wandless magic to make a diving board appear in the room. He climbed to the top of the diving board and prepared to jump off. He was waiting for the now all too familiar tingle of his transformation before jumping off.
As he jumped off the board and landed in the water, he could feel the transformation taking over him. He liked the feeling of his new powers as they cascaded over his body. When he resurfaced, he heard someone yell "What the fuck?"
Motherfucker! Draco thought as more of his body came into view in the water. Crap, shit, fuck. Draco could not believe that somebody had witnessed his transformation. He was even more mortified because he was pretty sure that the voice belonged to none other than Harry Potter himself. Draco dived down, wanting to just stay under the water for the rest of eternity, but knew that it was too late for that now. He was trying to work up the nerve to get back to the surface when he heard Potter.
"Draco, what the hell was that? Get the fuck out of that tub right now and explain yourself!"
Draco knew that that was it. He had to get up and face the music.