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Disclaimer: If you recognize it from the Harry Potter books, I didn't come up with it. I'm not making any money off of this story nor do I intend to. It's purely for entertainment.

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(read this real quick guys) AN: In my world Percy decided to deal with the history of ancient wizarding laws and regulations, rather than bow his head as a Ministry lackey. He's at Hogwarts working in the archives under the library, he helps do rounds, assists in classes and resides over detentions in exchange for the access. Percy's got his own room at the castle while he's doing his research. You'll be finding more about it later on but since he makes his appearance here I thought I'd give you a brief heads up about the change.

His back was sore. Who knew sleeping on the couches for two nights in a row wouldn't agree with you? Harry pulled himself to a sitting position with a groan. He'd found out the reason he wasn't able to get out of the dorm, and the reason he couldn't find any of his things, was because all of it was piled against the door in the hall. Two nights of bringing everything in and putting it away only to have to find a way out of the dorm and retrieve his things apparently got boring for everyone else. Last night and the night before he'd been locked out of his dorm rather than in.

He glanced at his watch, he had time to get a shower and get down to breakfast before most of his house woke up. Or he would have of the door to the showers weren't locked. He took a step back and deep breath along with it. Fine. He'd just wash up in one of the bathrooms near the great hall. It was fine.

In a bit of highly unlikely luck, which pretty much was the story of his life, Ron's older brother ran into him just outside the portrait.

"Don't you usually shower now? You're always down at breakfast about a half hour from now...why are you in your pajamas again? " His brow furrowed.

"Turns out, it's easier to do when you're allowed access to the showers. Just pretending to soap up doesn't do much, and actually stripping down and taking a sponge-bath in the common room, which is incidentally the only area of the tower I now have access to, seems like a good way to get into a lot of trouble."

Blue eyes glittered briefly. "Done that before have you?"

"I've thought about it. You know, just for the kicks. You only live once and all that jazz."

"Right, well we can't have fourteen-year-olds stripping whenever they feel like it. The world will wonder just what sort of school this is. There isn't even a high amount of Veela to use as a scape goat."

Harry tsk'd. "Tis a shame."

Percy glanced around the hall. "This way."

"Where are we going?"

"I have a key to the Prefect's bathroom. You can use it. It's better than the showers anyway. You won't miss them."

Harry glanced up at the taller boy shrewdly as they walked. "How is it you've still got a key?"

"I...might have made a copy while I had the chance."

"Just so you could take a bath whenever you happened to be at the school?"

Percy cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Oh. I see, you just wanted to see all of us hot teens un-clothed. Devious."

"And here we are!" Said Percy, his voice a bit higher, face red. He waved his wand and stepped through a floor length mirror.

Harry blinked, glanced around then followed him through. A red door was the only thing in the small room he found himself in. Percy unlocked it with the key and pushed it open.

"This is actually not in use anymore. It's functional, and there are students with keys...it's just a secret. You can get a copy made from the Slytherins if you're willing to do them a favour."

"Look at you go Percy, breaking and entering, working the Hogwarts black market, consorting with Slytherins..."

The older boy stammered a bit then left. Harry was still laughing when he slipped into the giant bath. Unable to resist he turned the knobs on all of the faucets and let the bubbles and water and oils go until the pool that called its self a bath tub was filled. Bubbles were everywhere. Harry loved it. The loud rushing sound. It could almost cover up the voices in his head, like white noise, he could almost drift away in it. Arms out he twirled up and down the steps leading to the bottom of the pool, the watering swirling around his waist, bubbles flying.

He spun.

"You're not wanted here."

He spun.

"I think it's obvious."

He spun.

"Why can't you just be happy and smile?"

He spun.

"You're not wanted..."

He lost his balance and when he flung out a hand to grasp the edge he felt nothing but water. His feet lost the bottom and he snapped his eyes open. The middle of the pool. After that moment of genius deduction his body promptly betrayed him by sinking like a rock. He thrashed, wishing he'd bothered to learn to swim, dying in bath tub was a stupid way to die.

Something pulled him up and pulled him forward until his feet touch tile again. He spit out water, rubbed at his eyes and opened them again.

"Of course you're the one to find me like this." He muttered.

"You idiotic Gryffindor, what are you doing the Prefect's bathroom?" Malfoy demanded, lowering his wand.

"...drowning?"

"Can't you do that in your own bathroom?"

Harry flashed him a cheeky grin. "Yes but then who would rescue me?"

The blonde stepped closer to the rip of the pool, slipped off his shoes and sat on the edge, his feet dipping along the first step. He looked at Harry then looked over to his clothes, pajamas and book-bag by the sinks, then back to Harry. "What's going on Potter?"

Harry sank lower in to the bubbles, ignoring him.

"I have all day. All of my assignments are finished, I can have Theo turn them in for me and vouch for my illness."

"Fine. They kicked me out alright? I can handle it."

"Kicked you out?" he knew, without looking, Malfoy would be playing with the small wisp of hair that always fell out of the gel and hung by his left eye, "I thought they were just being symbolic."

Harry shook his head. "Not so much. They've made it pretty clear I'm not welcome even in the dorms."

"What are they doing?"

He leaned against the nearest edge of the pool, looking anywhere but at the Slytherin. "When I wake up in the morning all of my stuff is gone and I'm locked in. I figured out that my stuff is what was blocking the door, they piled it all in the hall. The last two nights I was locked out of the dorm, which I suppose was a nice change of pace. I slept in the common room. When I got up to take a shower I'd been locked out of that too."

"Ah yes, there's nothing quite as refreshing as contempt."

"It doesn't matter."

Harry jumped when a pale hand was suddenly in his face. He looked up to see silver eyes looking down at him. "What?"

"Come on."

The hand grabbed his arm and pulled him from the tub. Harry yelped, embarrassed. "Draco!"

The blonde didn't reply, simply dragging him to the changing room, pushing him in and tossing him a towel. "Get dressed."

What to do? Bury his face in the towel in mortification, or keep it precisely where it was because Draco watching him impatiently? Tough call. "I, er, need clothes." He pointed past the blonde to the robe and slacks folded on the counter.

And of course Percy chose that moment to return. The older boy strode in, froze mid-stride and turned to them. His face flushed. Harry's did as well. "It's not what it looks like!"

Malfoy grinned. "What does it look like Potter?" His face the picture of fake innocence.

"Oh. So Malfoy isn't taking advantage of you?" Percy asked, face twitching in amusement.

Harry pondered how to answer that. Technically Malfoy was taking advantage of Harry's state of undress to get him to do what the Slytherin wanted, however he was pretty sure that wasn't what Percy meant.

"You've caught me." A voice whispered much closer to Harry than before.

Harry blinked. "Wha- oof!" Malfoy swung Harry around and pressed him back against the stall wall. Harry tried very hard to spontaneously com-bust. It did not work. Malfoy, either oblivious or immune to Harry's wish to set himself to flame, took Harry's chin in his hand and stared deeply into his eyes.
"I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you."
Harry was pretty sure somewhere out there in an alternate universe his head imploded from the obscene amount of blood rushing to his face,

Percy made a choking sound. "Alright, enough, would you two be please serious?"

"Oh we're very serious." Malfoy purred.

Harry face palmed.

"Merlin it's like another Fred and George." Percy muttered, "Harry, I've a place for you to..." He trailed off, eyeing the sole Slytherin.

"Oh, it's fine. He knows."

The older Gryffindor shrugged. "Right. Well I have a place you can stay until your house-mates decide being ignorant morons isn't as fun as it sounded."

He bit his lip, then smiled. Percy didn't have to do that, it was surprisingly nice. "I...thank you."

"Let's see this new place of yours." Sniffed Malfoy, he was obviously looking forward to telling Harry everything that was wrong with it. The blonde and Percy walked out the door. Harry stood there, calm, and counted down in his head from five. They both walked back in.

"My clothes please?"
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