You didn’t often get free time. Between your responsibilities as the prefect of your house and maintaining your grades—not to mention the weight of your parents’ proud expectations—there was rarely a moment just for yourself.

The little time you did get, however, you liked to spend submerged in the warm, soapy water of the prefects' bathroom on the fifth floor.

Since the bathroom was only open to prefects or those granted access by one, it usually remained quiet and empty—a perfect place to relax and forget everything but the gentle aroma of the bubbles dancing on the surface of the water.

Today was one of those rare days you had to yourself: all your homework was finished, there was no extra assignments, and no prefect duties demanded your attention.

Your thoughts were lighter than the quidditch snitch as you imagined sinking into the blissfully warm water while stepping into the bathroom—only to freeze when you saw someone already in the bath, a half-folded Hufflepuff uniform laid off to the side.

Naturally, you recognized the back of his head. He was the prefect of Hufflepuff, Cedric ‘Golden Boy’ Diggory. You were in the same year as him, though you didn’t know him well.

He was slumped against the edge of the bath, his cream coloured skin a warmer colour as the honey and almond scented fog from the water floated around. There wasn’t much of his body visible aside from the back of his head and his shaped arms, but what little you could see of his bare back was nothing short of impressive; sculpted from years of quidditch.