Harry has moved on!

Whatever feelings he had for Draco are gone now. Remus was right! Space was indeed helpful!

"Hey, Harry!" Draco greeted Harry when he met him at the train station. Harry turned to see him, the sun rays hitting his blonde hair, his smile so bright, so pretty, and his beautiful beautiful grey eyes.

Harry has not moved on…

Michael was right behind him. He, too, greeted Harry, who greeted him back. Politely.

The three of them found Hermione, and then a compartment to sit in.

Maybe Harry isn't completely over his feelings for Draco, but he has come to accept that Draco is with Michael. He's even starting to actually like Michael.

"So," Hermione started, "tell me all about your breaks!"

Harry tried. He tried really hard to sit through Draco and Michael telling them all about their Christmas in excruciating detail without puking. Apparently Michael got Draco matching necklaces for Christmas, which Hermione audibly found very cute.

"I need to go to the bathroom." Harry had to get out of there.

He exited the compartment, just to be followed by Hermione who shut the door after her.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked.

"I will be." Harry said. "You should go back in. They'll think something's wrong."

Hermione gave him a sympathetic smile, and went back into the compartment.

Harry walked to the bathroom. The bathroom was all the way at the end of the train, which was great for Harry. It meant he'll take longer to get back to the hell that his compartment has turned into.

"Harry!" He heard a voice call from one of the compartments he passed. Harry turns around. It's Cedric.

Harry greeted him back.

"Thank you again for telling me about the dragons."

"Don't mention it."

"I'd like to return the favor."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "How?"

"The egg," Cedric began to say, "take a bath with it."

"What?!"

"Trust me." Cedric winked, before adding, "you could even use the Prefects' bathroom. It's pretty nice."

Cedric gave him the password and disappeared back into his compartment.

Is this some sort of a joke? But Harry was desperate, so he was gonna try it.

And so he did.

The first night back at the castle, Harry snuck out after curfew to go take a bath in the Prefects' bathroom, hoping it's not secretly a prank.

Draco tagged along. Mainly, because he really wanted to see the Prefects' bathroom. He was also curious about the egg clue.

The pair took their shirts and pants off.

"I'm not getting completely naked in front of you," said Harry.

"We'll just keep our boxers on." Draco suggested, and so they did.

They both get in the bath tub, which was big enough so it's not too awkward. Awkward, just not too awkward.

"What do we have here?" A voice came from above the both of them. They looked up to see Moaning Myrtle. "Hello, Harry."

"Hey, Myrtle."

"You know Moaning Myrtle?"

"Who's you're rude friend?" Myrtle asked, somewhat aggressively.

"This is my friend, Draco."

"How would you like me to call you Moaning Draco?"

"I don't-" Draco started saying, and then stopped. "Sorry."

"That's what I thought."

"We're kinda busy, Myrtle." Harry said, politely.

"Oh, are you here to listen to the egg too?"

"Too?"

"Yeah, the handsome Diggory boy came here before Christmas with an egg just like that." She pointed at their egg. "One boy taking a bath is fun. Two boys taking a bath together is even more fun."

"We're not taking a bath *together*!" Draco objected.

"You're together in the bathtub," Myrtle simply stated, "aren't you?"

"We're not together!"

"What did Cedric do?" Harry asked, before the conversation went sideways.

Myrtle described to them what Cedric did, and they did that. Under the water, the unbearable screeching became beautiful singing.

Once they're out of water and catching their breath, they start to solve.

"Can't sing above ground?"

"Secret tunnel?"

"Maybe the lake?"

"Mermaids?"

"Yes! Mermaids!" Harry exclaimed, "they can't sing outside water."

"Sounds like you'll need to retrieve something valuable…"

"Like what?"

"Money?"

"Hmm what sort of message would that be sending?"

"What sort of message does hosting a dangerous competition known for its fatal accidents send?"

"Fair."

"Well, you know you have one hour to retrieve something from the lake…"

"How would I survive one hour under water?"

As the two left the tub, Draco's boxers stuck to him, putting all on display. Draco quickly adjusted them, blushing; Harry looked away, also blushing; Myrtle uncontrollably giggled.