"Cedric's big on dragon eggs?" Aline shifts her bookbag higher up her shoulder as she and Harry wait for the moving staircase to stop. She still isn't used to the magical system of Hogwarts' corridors and she definately spent the first two weeks internally panicking and clutching the rails every time the steps moved and let out that low rumble that made her stomach lurch.

"Cedric knows everything about the tournament," Harry says, frowning. "Pretty big deal for him. He says he's always wanted to be chosen by the Goblet. Would have made his father proud."

"I didn't think people would actually want to be in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Now you know!" Harry smirks. "Jokes asides, he's a pretty great guy. We went to see the Quidditch World Cup with him this past summer. He would have made a pretty good champion."

It's for the best then, Aline thinks to herself. She's read about the past champions of the Tournament and not all of them had survived the trials. Cedric deserved to live.

"You've got that face again."

"What face?"

"When you're thinking something, but don't want to say it."

Aline shoves him to the side. "Being overly perceptive isn't cute on you."

"And what is?"

"I'm sure you could think of a few better traits."

"Like?"

"Your amazing flying skills. When did you get so good on a broomstick?"

Harry pulls his brows up. "I'd like to think it's just me, but really...I have to thank Professor McGonagall. She caught me and Draco chasing a Rememberall around the flying court and instead of giving me detention, she signed me up as the youngest Seeker on the team."

"Wow lucky! You must have been impressive."

"Or she wanted to boost my self-esteem," Harry says. "You should come out sometime. Watch me play." He rubs his neck. "Err...us...the Gryffindors..."

"Sounds fun," Aline says, shuffling her feet. "Ellie loves Quidditch, she's been thinking of joining the team when she's older."

"I think you'd make a good defense," Harry says in a low voice. "But it's nice to see a familiar face in the sidelines as well."

"Then...I'll try and make it."

Have Harry's eyes always been this green, she wonders, staring deep within them.

The staircase stops, and Aline catches herself off gaurd, tripping over and grabbing for anything stable, which happens to be Harry's arm.

"You okay?"

"Fine," she says quickly. "We should go..."

"Right." Harry releases her and they both look away, blushing as they head off to the Prefect's bathroom.

It's located on the fifth floor and clearly not used enough. A thin layer of dust settles on top of the ledges of the bath as Aline wipes her finger along them, before settling her bookbag on the floor with a thump. "So, Fleur says the water will somehow help with the eggs. Maybe we need to submerge them in?"

"Cedric's hinted at the same thing," Harry says, "Apparently the egg is a hint."

"You brought a bathing suit?" Aline says slowly, eyeing Harry.

"Err I brought my trunks."

"Well I didn't think of bringing a bathing suit to Hogwarts." Aline slowly pulls her hair back. "Can you...uhh?"

"Err, right," Harry mumbles turning around.

Aline takes off her shirt, revealing her white camisole that she wears over her bra. She's also got her underwear on, hoping it will be enough. She tosses her school skirt and robes and cardigan to the side, along with her socks, grabs her egg and begins to desend down the steps into the hot bubbling and foamy water of the bath.

She turns quickly, partially out of curiosity to see Harry slipping off his school shirt to reveal his bare chest. Then, sucking in her breath, Aline dives into the foam.

It's not long before Harry joins her with his egg.

"Hi," he says.

"Hey."

Hugging the egg close to her chest, she tries to hide her face as much as she can within the bubbling foam. Harry's turning his egg from side to side and even gives it a shake at one point, earning himself a giggle from Aline. "Looks like one of us is crazy."

"Could be you," she says, smiling.

"And I'm okay with that." Harry runs his finger along the cracks and engraving etched into the egg. "Not sure if something is supposed to happen."

"Maybe it was just a lucky guess," Aline says with a sigh. "Fleur doesn't really know what to do with the egg either."

"Or...she's not telling us."

"She wouldn't do that."

"She might. Cedric says winning this tournament is a pretty big deal for wizards. Besides, I bet she's peeved two underage kids got in and are working along side two obviously older students."

"I don't think she'd betray us like that...although." Aline flips her egg around, putting it by her ear. "No...this is just a dumb idea."

"Well I guess we'll have to make the most of it," Harry says slumping back. "I've never been in a bath this big before."

"Me neither." Aline leans back letting her body relax in the hot bubbling water. "Why do only Prefects get a bathroom this big?"

"I'd never want to get out and do anything else," Harry says with a laugh. "How is Lupin? I mean, as a dad. Is he really chill or is he a strict bugger."

"Hmm," Aline says, kicking her legs out, "I'd say a bit of both, but definately more on the anxious side. He really doesn't like it when we're up to no good. Bet he's always been a goody two shoes."

"Lupin? Oh he's much worse than you think..."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah," Harry says with a laugh. "Back in the day, he and my dad were part of a group called the Maurauders. They were always up to funny business...at least according to Lupin's stories."

"I can't believe he never told us!" Aline cries. "Well I can totally see it..."

"I'm sure he's embarrassed."

"Yeah, well, he's got no place calling me a troublemaker when he's clearly no better," she scoffs.

"I like that you're a bigger troublemaker than you make out to be."

"Oh really?" Aline smiles. "What else?"

"You're cool," Harry says. "And brave. But you keep a lot more secrets than you let on."

"That's true. I don't trust a lot of people."

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that I wish you trusted me more."

Aline knows when people are lying and this, this isn't it. Harry scoots over closer to her side of the bath and her wolf senses tingle at his approach. The water seems to grow hotter, so hot that she lets the egg drop so she could stick her chest above water and cool off.

"Aline?" He says, suddenly pulling closer.

"Ugh uh, Harry."

He closes his eyes,his face closer and closer to hers. She stiffens , and suddenly a giggle pierces the heavy space between them.

"MMM hehe ... Hiya Harry," says a ghost-girl with thick glasses, rising from the foam. "And Harry's girlfriend."

"G-girlfriend?"

"Myrtle!" Harry snaps, gathering more foam around his bare chest. "Merlin you're here too!"

"Where else would I be?" She says, hurt. "The castle is sooo boorrring, so I thought I'd pop into the Prefect bathroom to see if any cute boys were taking a dip. And here you are!"

"Uh thanks, well we were kind of busy figuring out this egg business," Aline says sharply. As if this ghost completely ignored her just because she was a girl. "And we don't appreciate being spied on."

"Humph, you're no fun," Myrtle says. "Well if you must know you're doing it wrong. The egg only works under the water ."

"Oh!" Aline says, then plops her egg under the water's edge, "thanks." Diving under, she holds her breath, then immediately rises. "Nuh uh can't do it!"

Shes never liked swimming or being under water.

"Let me see," Harry says and dives in with his egg. He's there for about thirty painstaking seconds. Aline thinks he must have lose his breath or mind or both but then he suddenly rises up for air.

"It's a poem! The egg has a poem inside!"

"No way!"

Aline manages to hold her breath and dips just below the surface long enough to hear an angelic voice singing the words of a riddle. The second clue is just that.