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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Astoria_Greengrass/Draco_Malfoy, Past_Draco_Malfoy/Pansy_Parkinson_-
      Relationship
  Character:
      Astoria_Greengrass, Draco_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Voyeurism, Exhibitionism
  Collections:
      The_Quidditch_Pitch
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-27 Words: 2751
****** The Prefect's Bath ******
by brighidg
Summary
     Draco's sneaks into the prefects' bath. Things don't go as planned.
With one last look around, Draco walked over to the statue and whispered the
words.
He chuckled softly to himself when the door behind it opened, revealing the
prefects' bathroom.
While the passwords to the various common rooms were changed at least every
year, the same wasn't true for this room. Even during the war, the password had
remained the same; leading to a few problems when Potter's followers had tried
to ambush any Slytherin prefect who stepped inside.
Draco entered the bathroom, careful to look around to make certain he was
alone. His Disillusionment Charm was flawless but he still didn't want to take
any risks. McGonagall had stressed repeatedly that he was only allowed to re-do
his seventh year if he remained on his best behavior.
Just as he had planned, he was the only one here. Draco had known tonight would
be his best chance to sneak inside when that prat Macmillian had invited anyone
interested to the Hufflepuff Common Room to celebrate Hufflepuff's win at
Quidditch. Granger, for her part, was still up in Hogsmeade with Weasley, the
two probably rutting like pigs. With both the Head Boy and Girl too busy to
breathe down their necks, Draco hoped the other prefects would slack off
tonight when it came to rounds. The fifth and seventh years would be busy
revising, their exams right around the corner. As for the sixth years, well,
there were only eight of them. He reckoned the odds were on his side.
Of all of Hogwarts, this was his favorite room. The Great Bath at Malfoy Manor
was said to be modelled after it. This was where he went when he felt homesick,
when he wanted to be alone, or when he just wanted to have a hot bath and jerk
off while the mermaid giggled and flashed her tits.
Mostly the latter, really.
Glancing over at the painting, he found the mermaid asleep, breasts fully
covered by her hair. It seemed that tonight he would have to rely on his
imagination.
Draco loosened his tie and tossed it to the side as walked around the pool. His
shirt soon followed. Pausing at one jeweled faucet, he was just about to turn
the handle when the door creaked and someone else entered the bathroom.
He couldn't remember the last time he moved so quickly, hurrying backwards
until his back hit the wall. At least in the dark of the corner, still under
the cover of the Disillusionment Charm, he wouldn't be seen and might be able
to sneak out.
Or so he thought until whoever it was locked the door behind them.
Just what he needed. Stuck in the bathroom while some fifth-year enjoyed a bath
and had a wank.
As he wondered if he could get away with a little Imperio so he could have the
bathroom to himself, the intruder stepped into view: Astoria Greengrass, sixth-
year Slytherin prefect and all-around pill. While Daphne and Astoria didn't
look much alike, they did share the same prissy demeanor and inability to take
a joke. Probably hereditary. Her parents had always acted as if they were too
good for the Malfoys, even when it was painfully obvious that they were jealous
of his parents' status and influence. Jumped-up twats the lot of them. That
they'd kept their hands clean of any wrongdoing during the war had only made
their family more insufferable.
A small smirk twisted his mouth as he watched Greengrass walk around the pool,
turning on every faucet. She was wearing a white bathrobe and, from the flash
of bare legs as she walked, nothing else.
Perhaps he wouldn't have to rely on his imagination after all.
Leaning against the wall, his eyes followed her as she moved around the bath.
Like Daphne, she was tall, just a few inches shorter than him. Unlike her
sister, she had darker hair and a fuller figure. She certainly wasn't broad
enough to play Beater - like he had suggested when he saw her out on the
Quidditch pitch for try-outs - but she lacked Daphne's willowy elegance. All
for the best. Tall, slender blondes were a bit too familiar for his tastes. He
had always preferred brunettes with nice tits, and Astoria definitely fit the
bill.
Draco sucked in a breath when she passed by him, fiddling with the sash of her
dressing gown. She looked as if she were about to untie the damn thing when she
tripped, stumbling forward before righting herself.
Greengrass turned, searching the seemingly empty floor and Draco wished he
could sink into the wall. It had to have been his clothes, still spelled to
blend into their surroundings. Gripping his wand, he waited for her to slide
her bare foot over his shirt, to pull out her own wand and perform the
necessary counter-charm that would reveal him still pressed against the wall.
After a long minute of peering into the dark, looking right at him, she
shrugged and turned around.
Not believing his good luck, Draco didn't dare relax. Not until Greengrass
turned off the faucet and - back to him - slipped out of her robe.
Dazed, he realized he had never been in close proximity to a naked witch
before. The girls in his magazines certainly didn't count and Pansy had never
let him see much of anything. Even if he wasn't daft enough to believe it would
happen, the slim possibility of sex had him hard. His cock twitched as he
stared after her, mesmerized by the lines of her back, her long legs, and her
round, pert bum. He had never paid much attention to her arse before - or any
witch's for that matter, being more interested in their tits, their legs, and
what was between them - but he could see that had been a mistake. Watching her
now, all he wanted was to squeeze her bum as he pulled her against him, to run
his lips, tongue, and teeth over the smooth skin and to have her on all fours
in front of him, his cock between her cheeks.
She turned, giving him a glimpse of her profile, and he realized she was
standing by the diving board. Draco craned his neck, trying to watch her as she
climbed the stairs, holding his breath until she appeared from behind the
board. The chandelier above and water below has a strange effect on her pale
skin, casting shadows and patters over her. She moved with ease and grace and
he remembered that she had studied ballet for years. For the life of him, he
couldn't say how or why he knew that, just that he did.
It was the perfect view for him; Greengrass was standing near the edge of the
board, a determined look on her face as she gazed down at the water below. Her
full tits jiggled with every movement, making him want nothing more than to cup
them in his hands and feel her nipples rise underneath his tongue. Draco let
his eyes move lower, down past her belly to the triangle of dark curls below.
He wondered if she was wet right now and what it would feel like to slip his
fingers inside her cunt and feel her move around him.
There was a sudden movement followed by a splash and Greengrass disappeared
beneath the bubbles and water. She resurfaced near the middle of the pool,
pushing back her long dark hair as she looked around. With a keen sense of
disappointment, he realized the water and bubbles would be too high for him to
see anything and unless this was an unusually short bath, he was doomed to blue
balls. Draco pushed down on his erection and wondered if he could wank without
Greengrass noticing. Lightly stroking himself through his trousers, he tried to
think clearly. If he was very quiet and she kept splashing the way she did as
she swam the length of the pool, he could get away with it.
Of course, if she kept swimming and splashing as she was, he wouldn't get a
peek at her tits or arse, and he was greedy enough to want to watch her while
he beat off.
He could make a Pensieve later, so he'd have this moment for the future. Bloody
good it would do him now, though.
As if sensing his thoughts, Greengrass stopped swimming as soon as she reached
the edge of the pool. Turning to face him, she rested her arms against the
edge, the movement sadly not enough for him to get another good look at her
nipples. Eyes closed, she stayed there for a while, half-floating, the tips of
her toes poking out of the water every so often. She had an odd little half-
smile on her face, and Draco wondered what she was thinking. Did she think
about sex as often as he did? He couldn't imagine that she did but girls were
so difficult to read. Pansy had refused to go further than letting him feel her
tits and get a peek under her skirt while telling him repeatedly that proper
pure-blood girls waited. But he knew she'd been interested; even if everything
they'd done together could be written off as her teasing him, trying to keep
him interested. He had seen those racy novels she kept in her nightstand at
home. After flipping through one, he was certain she didn't read them for the
plot.
Deciding he would chance it, he unbuttoned his trousers and slipped his hand
down his pants, his arm pushing down the zipper. The blessed relief brought by
his fingers closing around his cock was short lived. Greengrass suddenly opened
her eyes and turned to climb out of the pool. Terrified that she'd heard him,
he didn't dare move, didn't dare breathe. He couldn't even properly appreciate
the way she looked, dripping and naked.
She hadn't heard. Once out of the pool, she grabbed a fluffy white towel and
began drying herself off. With that done, she laid it neatly on the ground and
sat on it like she would at the beach. Before he could wonder what on earth she
was doing, she pulled a small bottle of what looked to be moisturizer from the
pocket of her dressing gown and began applying it to her arms.
This couldn't be happening. This wasn't real life. He was dreaming. This was a
very detailed, very vivid wet dream. The kind that that always ended with him
waking still trying to hump the bed and a wet spot underneath him.
Greengrass smoothed the cream over her neck, her head tilted back and lips
slightly parted. She squeezed out another dollop from the bottle and spread it
over her breasts, cupping them and tweaking the nipples the way he had wanted
to before. Just as he wondered if it was a fluke, she rolled both her nipples
between her fingers and whimpered softly as she tugged them.
This was so much better than a dream.
Easing down his pants and trousers, he softly spit into this palm and grasped
his cock, slowly stroking it. After minutes spent pinching her nipples and
running her hands over her tits, she cupped her right breast firmly in her
hand, pushing it up as she bowed her head, and ran her tongue over the top of
her nipple.
"Fuck," Draco muttered under his breath, giving the head of his dick a small
squeeze as he tried to recite every year Slytherin had won the House Cup in his
head. He didn't want to come just yet. Greengrass stopped playing with her tits
and instead squirted more moisturizer into her hand and began to rub it over
her stomach and thighs. Draco whimpered as her legs fell akimbo while she
slathered the cream over them, giving him a peek but nothing more. He slowly
thrusted into his hand, trying to imagine what she would smell like, how she
would taste, and what her mouth would look like around his cock.
Just as he wished for a better look, Greengrass spread her legs wide, propping
herself up with her left hand while her right slid between her folds. Draco bit
back a moan as she fucked herself with her fingers, her hips rocking, tits
bouncing, and breathy cries escaping her mouth. Leaning against the wall for
support, his fist moved over his cock in short strokes. He wanted to be buried
balls deep inside her, to be the one causing those little gasps and sighs, to
feel her tits against his chest and her legs wrapped around him as she called
out his name.
Her eyes fluttered open and, still touching herself, she looked right at him as
if she were watching him in return.
Draco came hard, face pressed against the wall, biting his lip as he tried not
to make a sound.
When he was steady enough that he was certain he wouldn't fall over, he bent
down to retrieve his wand from his pocket. Waving it over his body and clothes,
he cast a quick, nonverbal cleaning spell before pulling up his pants and
trousers. Resting against the wall, he watched as Greengrass succumbed to her
own orgasm. It wasn't like it was for the girls in the magazines. She didn't
moan louder or start screaming at the top of her lungs. Instead her breath
hitched and came in small sobs, her body jerked, toes curling, and her skin
flushed pink. She was mesmerizing and perfect and looked more vulnerable like
that than he could ever have imagined. It wasn't his fault as far as he was
concerned but he still couldn't shake that nagging feeling of guilt for
watching.
He faced the wall again as she dressed.
                                   ***~~***
His guilt didn't last long. After two days of Greengrass plaguing his dreams
and his every waking moment, he followed her into the library. Draco trailed
behind her, seizing the moment when she was finally free of her friends and
alone between the shelves.
As casually as he could, he walked towards her. He tried to look around, to not
stare, but it was a warm day and her blouse was undone just enough that he
could see a hint of her lacy white bra. Draco pursed his lips; knowing exactly
what was underneath only made it more difficult to pull his eyes away.
She looked up at him, blue eyes sharp. If she had noticed his recent attention
towards her, she didn't let it show.
"Need something, Malfoy?"
Did he ever. Afraid he would ask her to sit on his face, however, he just shook
his head.
If he had waited just a few more hours, he could talk to her out on the
Quidditch Pitch like he had planned. There he would have offered to help her
practice her Chasing skills and one thing would have led to another and ideally
they'd end up under the bleachers with her sucking him off. Now he didn't know
what to say to her.
"Astoria!" It was one of her friends, Higgs. The younger girl noticed Draco and
blinked in surprise before turning her attention back to Greengrass, a
questioning look in her eyes. "We're tired of revising, so we're going down to
the Dining Hall."
"I'll be right there, I just need to gather my things."
Higgs nodded and left.
Draco turned towards Greengrass only to see the back of her as she walked away.
He followed several steps behind her, trying to think of something to say and
failing. He was tempted to ask her to the next Hogsmeade weekend but he wasn't
even certain he was allowed off Hogwarts grounds except to go home. Daft idea
anyway. Frustrated, he headed for his table to grab his things. If Greengrass
wasn't going to be here, there was no reason to stick around.
Something flicked his ear and he batted it away. It happened again and he
grabbed his wand, intending to get rid of the annoying little pest. But rather
than the bug he expected, he saw a paper bird flitting in front of him. Not
knowing what it could be, he looked around before snatching it out of the air
and unfolding it.
                        I think it's my turn to watch.
                     Prefects' bath, tonight at midnight.
             P.S. You need to work on your Disillusionment Charm.
Stunned, he looked up in time to see Greengrass walk past him, winking as she
did.
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