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Draco scurried nervously down the emptied halls, nearing the prefects bathroom. He had a nasty run-in with one of the professors not long ago, in which he had nearly lost his temper. The bloke called him a Class-A 'wanker' which of course was a term he hated. So innappropriate sounding, yet with such a differant meaning, it was just an awkward insult all around. The blonde hurriedly closed the door, enveloping himself in the darkness of the prefects bathroom. Normally the place was well lit, but being that it was nearing 3 in the A.M the Headmistress had turned everything off. With a flick of his wand the torches lit and the bathwater started, scaring the mermaid out of her slumber as she jumped and fell off of her rock in a rather comical fashion. She pouted, raising a brow as Draco smiled coyly, waving at her in an apologetic fashion. With a roll of her eyes she turned away, facing the other direction, quickly falling back asleep.
Draco removed his robe and vest, folding them over one of the sinks before working to unfasten his white shirt, loosening his tie and laying the two garments atop his robe and vest. He shuddered as the chilled air touched his bare chest, and the number of grotesque scars lining his skin. He ran his index finger across the marks, mewling as they ached, causing him to shudder. His hands dropped to the front of his trousers, unbuttoning and pushind down the garment, leaving him in his boxers that were quickly transfigured into swim trunks with a flick of his wrist. He certainly would NOT be found bathing in the nude in a 'public' room. That certainly would make for an awkward situation, extremly so if he were unfortunate enough to have Harry burst through the doors waving a wand at him. Though this only happened in his nightmareish dreams, and he prefered it that way.
The blonde stepped into the bubbling warm water that smelled of vanilla flavored rum candies, his new favorite muggle food aside from creme brule. He sunk down into the warm water, just his head stuck out of the bubble filled space. He leaned back, resting his head on the cold floor which immediatley changed temperature and warmed, a shiver running down his slender spine just before it did so. The room really did provide for its guests so long so far as temperature, scent, etc etc. The stress he held simply...vanished..as he laid there, his eyes fluttering shut as sleep threatened to overcome him. At this point, he really didn't care. So what if he woke up pruned and weak, nothing a little potion or some magic couldnt fix right? His reddened lids twitched over slate-gray eyes as he allowed himself to drift into a light sleep, one that could easily be roused if it needed to.