Dazed and Confused *NC 17*

Vlad didn't want to admit it but he was lost. Having spent half an hour trying to find his way back to the common room, he gave up and began wandering. At Hogwarts, you always managed to find your way back if a helpful painting was feeling kind.

However, at the moment it was about dinnertime and everyone was in the Great Hall, stuffing their faces, the buffoons. Even the paintings were muching on still life fruit, meat, or sipping wine and chatting quietly amongst themselves. It seemed rude to bother them. He got a few raised eyebrows from a chubby cherub or two as he passed by, peering around the corners.

Behind the corner stood an odd statue. Stepping closer he observed the name carved into the base.

Boris the Bewildered.

He suddenly remembered where he was. This was the prefect's bathroom. What a nice find.
If I could only remember the password those loud head girl's were chatting about two weeks ago...
Buzzled?Bewuzzle?Buzzlebee? BUMBLEBEE.

"Bumblebee." He spoke it quietly, as if telling the word to the foot. He wasn't sure what would happen. A loud clank, and Vlad jumped to the side as the stautue shifted forward 3 feet. It exposed the entrance. Vlad ran inside, afraid the statue might close if he waited to long and crush him instantly.

It was very quiet inside, and he guessed he was completely alone. After all, after a long day of classes most students and faculty were starving. Not Vlad. He ate lightly most days. He thought that he might have a spare 30 or 40 minutes to himself and enjoy a luxurious bath in the small pool before him. All the other bathrooms had simple, sputtering showers. This was a luxury, and Vlad adored luxury.

He deftly removed his robes and underclothes, placing them on a nearby hook. He made sure he could grab them quickly in case someone came in. He reached out for a copper knob, and it turned easily in his palm. The water rushed out loudly, filling the pool with soft foaming blue water. He reached for a differently shaped knob, which then poured out bright fuschia bubbles. He noticed the colors blend into lavender as the bubbles landed on the surface of the blue water. He smiled at the lovely effect.

He stepped up, then lowered a pale foot into the pleasantly hot water.

Having just finished undressing Evey walks out of the stall now wearing only a bathrobe and tying her hair up in a messy bun. She knows this is the perfect time to bathe without any interruptions and slings her bag of clean clothing on to the floor next to the large bath. Thats strange, I dont remember filling it yet.

She stares at the large mass of bubbles for a moment before dismissing the thought. Its been such a long day. She lets out a long sigh I must have filled it before going to undress. besides usually anyone who enters makes their presence known out of common courtesy.

Evey undoes her robe allowing it to fall at her feet before stepping into the large bath. She makes a satisfied sound as she settles herself in the warm water. The lavender bubbles are high all around her obscuring her view of anything else. All that accompanied her was peace and silence.

She remembers as a child how afraid she was of bubble baths always fearing that there would be something hiding in the water beneath. She smiles to herself thinking what a silly little girl she had been compared to this moment of pure relaxation, but just as she closes her eyes she hears water swishing from the other side of the great tub...

Vlad sunk his foot into the water completely, letting his body follow and fall, sinking deeply. He sat in the water, bubble up to his nose and chin. He leaned against the marble walls of the tub, positioning himself underneath the fading glow of the mermaid stained glass windows. The brilliant colors were muted due to the setting sun, but cast the pool in golden rays, distorted by the blues and greens of the glass.

The pool of water swayed by magical propulsion, jetting streams of water across his nether regions in an undiscernable pattern. It caught him by surprize, but he found it exceedingly pleasant. He leaned his head back against the edge and closed his eyes. He allowed himself to be gently stirred to life and completely relaxed. He felt more himself than he had all year long.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world(and it nearly was for him), he snaked his hand between his legs to capture his swelling erection. He held it by the base and gently squeezed himself in time with the jets across his bottom, legs, and feet. He wanted to take his time, and the thought of being interrupted was both arousing and yet so far from his thoughts...

Evey tries to relax once more but since hearing sounds on the other side of the bath she can't help but wonder if she is truly alone. I must be hearing things but now with a twinge of anxiety in her stomach it wouldnt hurt to be sure would it.

She sits up straight scanning the wall of foam that surrounds her. She strains her ears to try and pick out more sounds. With a deep breath she decides to wade to the other side of the bath.

Moving through the bubbles she can hear the slow movements of water clearer this time. As she nears the other side of the tub a soft moan floats across the distance. Now she knew for sure she was not alone.

Spotting a small gap in the bubbles she peers through and to her surpise sees a boy with his head leaned back against the tub. He seems familiar and she soon recognizes him as a slytherin boy from one of her classes. His eyes were closed and he wore an expression of bliss. She liked seeing him this way, usually in class he seems unhappy and never speaks.

It takes her a moment to realize just why he seems so pleased. She watches the slow movement of his arm submerged in the bubbly water between his legs. A hot flush of arousal comes over her like a wave. She inhales a sharp intake of breath realizing just how wrong it is for her to be watching.

She thanks the gods for the covering of foam that hides her and turns to quietly flee, but ofcourse her getaway is foiled as her foot slips from beneath her causing the water around her to splash. Evey quickly slaps a hand over her mouth to keep a squeak from escaping and slowly stands as still as a statue hoping he hadn't heard her or maybe a small part of her is hoping that he did..

Rowan's still shaken from the Quidditch pitch, and he's starting to feel hot. The E he'd smoked with Atticus is peaking and his skin is on fire. The halls are mostly empty. He's got Defence Against the Dark in about forty minutes, and he was hoping to kill time with Atticus until class, but. . . where to go? The common rooms were out, too many people, it would make him nervous. The Library? No, Ms. Brown would definitely sense something was off. Then it hit him.

He's breaking out into a sweat as he maneuvers through the halls, waits for the stairs to line up correctly as he climbs higher.

Rowan stands outside the entrance to the Prefect's Bathroom, catching his breath, before he leans forward, lips close to the stone of the statue as he whispers, "Bumblebee," near the side of the wizard's side.

The sound of stone sliding on stone almost hurts his hears, he feels it down in his chest, and he slips into the darkness.

The lighting is dim and Rowan's already fingering the clasps on his robe when he looks up, startled at the noises.

Vladimiri. Rowan's grinning, now. Interestingly enough, the boys jacking himself off, Rowan always expected him to be a kind of prude, so it's a surprise, that's for sure. It's when he spots the girl, blushing and watching Vlad like it's a Muggle Skinemax channel, that he can't help himself, he starts laughing. So much for slipping out unnoticed.

The loud splash startles him and he sits up straight and opens his eyes. He sees the back of a lovely young woman, and recognizes her immediately as one of the Ravenclaw girls. Her hair was so striking it was hard to ignore her. He had always imagined what was beneath those school robes...now he might get a chance to find out.

As he was daydreaming about the scarlet-haired girl, a ringing laughter broke the silence. He turned, angrily looking towards Rowan, another Ravenclaw...what was this, happy hour? He leaned back on the edge of the pool, both arms outstretched and supporting his weight on the edge. Only his shoulders were visible in the foamy water.

"O'Bradain. Vhat you find so funny?" He sneered, standing up in the water. He was unfazed by his own nudity, and he waded in the water, bubbles lapping at his waist. He was slowly making his way towards the red haired girl.

"Are you alright?" He asked, extending a hand to her.

The laughter made Evey's stomach plummet. She looks over to see Rowan O'Bradain quidditch captain and fellow Ravenclaw seeming highly entertained by the situation. Dear goddess just let me drown This could not get anymore embarrassing.

She can feel the tips of her ears burning because of how badly she is blushing. Probably as red as her hair by now. Rowan will never let her live this one down. She can only hope he won't tell anyone else, last thing she needs is all of Hogwarts thinking she is a pervert when all this was really just a mistake.

From the corner of her eye she sees Vladimiri rise asking Rowan what he finds so funny and slowly making his way toward her. "Are you alright?" she hears him ask from behind her. She is surprised by the gentle tone of his voice toward her and turns to find him directly in front of her hand extended in her direction.

Evey hesitates a moment before slowly placing her hand in his hoping her palm isn't too hot because of how angry she is with herself. "Y-yes" she stammers.

This isn't like her at all, she has never felt more embarrassed and flustered in her life. "I-I didn't, I shouldn't have, I would never, If I knew, I-I'm sorry." she blurts a jumble of words, her thoughts racing too fast for her to catch up with.

She stares straight ahead at his chest and collar, noting a few moles. Dragging out the time before meeting his eyes. The dark orbs had an allure about them that almost made her forget the trouble shes gotten herself into.

Suddenly she became very aware of her own nakedness and wanted to cover her chest with her other arm, but it would be pointless considering hes already seen her. At least her fall had made her bun come loose so that her scarlet hair hung in wet tangles somewhat in front of her breasts. So she stands defeated in the scrutiny of his gaze and Rowan only a few feet away.