We seem to see things different now
Dinner was slow, and without Goyle back for his eighth year, somewhat quieter. Blaise ate, he would often push food twards Draco in hopes that he would eat, but he didn't, well he did, but nothing good for him, he mostly ate carrot cake, and an apple.
'Why on earth is he allowed to do that, he can't leave a fork clenched between his lips, its too pretty, it's not fair,' Harry was lost in thought again, and was currently being ignored by the couple across from him. 'He's so beautiful, oh god, its like he's doing this on purpose, just to fucking tease me. God, if he would just tease me, and tease me, I'd be satisfied for the rest of forever.' Harry took a sharp breath in as Draco delicately spooned another small bite of cake into his mouth, holding the dessert fork in his mouth as he turned the page for his book.
"Harry? Harry are you okay?" Rons voice made Harry jump.
"Y-yeah, I just remembered I have something to do. I'll see you later?" Harry stuttered as he fumbled with his things and made his way out of the Great Hall.
Harry made it to his dorm room, well it wasn't necessarily his, it was-holy hell, it was- he was calling the Slytherin dorms home now, Malfoys dorm. Quickly setting down his things on his bed, he searched the castle for somewhere private.
Draco on the other hand had noticed Harrys departure, and was begging Blaise to let him leave.
"Please Blaise? I want to get some sleep before everyone comes home for the night. Just let me go goddammit."
"Sure sure, go." Blaise wad deep in conversation with Pansy and didn't seem to notice the reason Draco wanted to leave, Draco wouldn't be leaving him he did.
Draco dropped his things off in his things off, and grabbed his shower things. He walked slowly to the Prefects bathroom nearest him. Hoping to bump into Potter.
Harry was just searching for anywhere that people weren't, which immediately knocked the Room of Requirement, any lockers, dorms, bathrooms, classroom, basically everywhere anyone could be expected to be at dinner time in Hogwarts castle. So, everywhere. 'Plan B then,' Harry began immediately racking his brain for memories of his aunt and uncle. Needless to say, he no longer needed somewhere private. He leaned against the wall, trying his hardest to look casual. "Please move Potter? You're in front of the door, I'm looking to shower." "I was going to stand here, in your way all night Malfoy, but since you asked nicely." Harry stepped away from the wall, staring at the bag Draco carried. Apple shampoo and conditioner, rose soap, pajamas, and a grey towel.
"See you Harry."
Draco mumbled the password and closed the door behind him. He stripped and turned on the shower, dropping his head as he felt the steaming water rush over him.
"God, it was like he wanted me to invite him in-not that I didn't, I did, oh fuck I wanted to invite him in. 'Care to join me Potter?' Good going Draco, that would've been so smooth, if he didn't, it would've been seen as a joke but if he did, good god if he did." Draco had a habit of monologing.
He finished showering and drew a bath. There was no point in bathing to get clean, you would just sit in your own filth. The water was scalding. He slid into the water and sighed.
'The things you could do in this bathroom, you could do anything. Why, you could even put the golden boy in his place. Or better yet, have him put you in yours.' Dracos breath was getting shallow. Images of contorted bodies flooded his head, Draco thought he couldn't get more of a whore, but here he was, in the bathroom he was awarded for being an astounding student, touching himself, thinking of the boy who had stopped at nothing to ruin him, ruining him. Draco groaned, he really had to stop doing this. This, it wasn't even pleasurable anymore, it just seemed like a chore. Something to relieve tension that would build up again, uproductive.
When Draco finally got out of the tub, he made his way back to his dorm and sat by the fire, he was reading when Harry walked in, hair wet, wearing sweats and a t-shirt.
"If I'd known you would be showering too, I would've invited you Potter." Draco mentally high five himself
"I was wondering why you didn't honestly." Harry felt a blush rising in his cheeks.
Harry sat down on the chair across from Draco and stared at the glass ceilings. The fish where always active at night, he was in awe.
"The mermaids know sign language, they're good to talk with." Draco inturupted the silence.
"I-I don't know sign language."
"Blaise could probably teach you." Dammit Draco, you're always throwing out your shot.
"I guess I'll ask him sometime. But you're here now, why dont you teach me?" Harry, Harry, Harry, saving the day even when he doesn't know it.
"Um, well, I'm not very good, otherwise I would've offered. Blaise is really the best option, he's fluent." Fuck.
"Oh."
Draco continued reading.
They both went to bed late that night. Completely in silence.
It seemed to Draco that Harry made a habit of waiting where he showered. On the sixth day of this. Draco made everything worse.
"Potter, are you waiting for me to invite you in? If so, this is a formal invitation" Draco tried to sound sarcastic, but to him all he sounded was sincere.
Harry was taken aback.
"If you're offering Malfoy, I wouldn't pass up an opportunity to see the Prefects bathroom again." He was failing utterly at staying calm.
They stood, trying to figure out if the other was serious for a long while.
Draco eventually coughed and mumbled "I-I I'm going to shower now." And turned around, slipping into the bathroom before Harry could see the product of the heat balling up in his stomach.
The shower he took that Thursday was ice cold, and he skipped the bath.
Harry was still waiting outside of the door when Draco was done with his, albeit short shower.
"Oh, h-hello Potter. You're not a Prefect."
"Yup. Not a Prefect. Just hoping I could shower like one?"
"Um, yeah, sure. The password is bath salts. Have f-fun?" God Draco, that's the worst thing I've ever heard.
Well, Harry didn't have an option now. He had to go shower, even though he had showered this morning. So, he showered.
Harry, being a virgin relied solely on maturbation for sexual pleasure, whereas he assumed Draco, having had sex countless times, in countless ways, with countless types of people saw maturbation as a chore. So Harrys mind was flooded with unrealistic expectations of things he could be doing to Draco.
A primal instinct took over, his hands reaching down past his hips, grabbing, touching, stroking. He backed into the shower wall, bucking his hips, an incoherent string of words tumbling out of his mouth. It didn't take long until his fantasies brought him over the edge, a pent up tension relived itself all at once.
How long had it been since he did that? He was panting, leaning against the wall of the shower. He finished his shower, and dried himself off.
When he got back to the dorms, he fell into his bed, pulled out his transfiguration book, and started on his homework. By the time people started trailing into the dorm, he had gotten done with everything he could do without Hermione.