Perfect Prefects Not Required {Lucius//Open}

[dorcas renata meadows]

The great thing about the Prefect bathrooms, Dorcas had found in her time, was that they were shared. No gender division, just all in one. Usually it could be used as a bit of a pool party between the prefects or even a place to meet up with a guy. Lord knew Dorcas had spent some time in here with a couple of guys, that stupid mermaid giggling and flicking her hair all the while, but heck, Dorcas didn't care. The mermaid couldn't communicate with anyone, and just because Prefects and the Head Girl and Boy used this bathroom too, didn't mean a few 'naughty' things didn't go on.

All though Dorcas wasn't a prefect and never had been, she'd always managed to pick up on the passwords. Mainly because all she had to do was ask a guy for it, say she needed a bath and suggest what time she 'might' be there. Of course there was a lot of shameless flirting, but all in the name of fun and a relaxing bath whenever the perverted prefect that wanted to spy on her, wasn't around, was well worth the flirting. Plus Dorcas loved the rose scented bubble bath, it was her favourite.

Learning by now, which tap did what, Dorcas headed straight for the one with the rose scented bubble bath, turning the bubble bath tap and then the various water taps. It would take a while to fill, so while it was filling she usually got changed into nothing but a towel. She liked to keep somewhat covered until she was fully submerged and surrounded by bubbles, after all, any one could walk in and see her in the nude. If it was a guy it wouldn't be so bad, but a girl? They'd have the sense to take house points from her . . . unless they swung that way and expected something, but Dorcas definitely didn't swing that way, she liked guys far too much.

Taking a couple of clean towels from the linen closet, Dorcas went into one of the change rooms and undressed herself, folding her clothes up neatly on the bench provided before wrapping a towel about her body and stepping out, looking at the hug bath. It was going to take a little long but she didn't care. She pulled her hair band out of her hair, letting it loose and hang down past her shoulders. It was good not to have her hair up all the time, she needed a little freedom every now and then, and that was what this was all about anyway.

Standing at the edge of the giant pool like bath, Dorcas dropped her towel and took the steps swiftly and carefully into the pool. She was clumsy at the best of times, no need to slip on the tiles of the bath, knock herself unconscious, drown on rose scented bubble bath water and be found the next day naked and with wrinkly, horrible skin from the water. No, no. Best she get into the bath safely as it filled.

The water was warm, perfect for her in fact as she dipped her shoulders below the surface. The bubbles were starting to take over and Dorcas wondered if she had put too much in. Probably was the answer she gave herself, but bubbles were fun, you could make funny hair styles and prop yourself out of the bath to look at one of the long mirrors against the tiled wall. Could life get any more relaxing, she wondered as she relaxed against the wall where a hot stream of water was coming out against her back, soon she'd have to turn the water off, but not yet, at the moment, she was taking it easy.

[lucius abraxas malfoy]

^{Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance
They always did the best they could}[/I]

((hope this makes up for the lengthy delay!!))

What had begun as a very quick shower was now a cursed expenditure through Hogwarts. He had his fluffy towel, his heirloom rings tucked away in his pocket to avoid residue or scratches, and he had actually squeezed it into his schedule. But this meticulous set up that he had was thwarted by the apparent necessity of seemingly every male in the Slytherin dorms wanted to take forever in the bathroom. And so Lucius, his pocketed rings, and fluffy towel were all but kept away from the bathroom for the next hour or so. One would think that he would just scrap the bath and continue on with the day mildly fresh. But of course, the fact of the matter was that when Lucius set his mind on something, he followed through, no matter what he had to do. Aside from that widely known fact, Lucius’s attention on hygiene was comparable to that a sociopath’s (the indications just keep on piling up, don‘t they?); he scrubbed wholly with only the best soaps, shampooed his hair twice, and used only half a knut’s size of conditioner to seal in the utmost shine. After he made sure his face was smooth - but not greasy - with a perfectly shaved chin and clear skin. Over his whole frame there was not a zit, freckle, obscene mole, or any other imperfection to be seen, which was most certainly due to rather unique genetics and his obsessive compulsion for perfection. All in all, he was not the type of lad to just ‘skip’ on a shower due to the time wasted by his dormmates in the bathroom.

It was his meticulating observance, promptness, over-achiever attitude that made him a prefect, afterall - and he was going to have to use the privileges granted from being a prefect to satisfy his wants. The bathroom, which was ironically one of the most architecturally and aesthetically astounding rooms in the castle to date, was the envy by any who didn’t get to see the place. It’s quite odd that the founders had the grand idea of having a coed, luxurious bathroom, but Lucius wasn’t complaining. In fact, it was almost a bit of a surprise that Lucius had become a prefect at all. From what he knew, his teachers had a rather love-hate relationship with him. Sure he kept himself clean, cut, and punctual, not to mention kept good grades - it was the fact that he was a know-it-all asshole that sort of ruined his façade of a mature, studious pupil. Grating on people’s nerves was a natural talent of his, as well as coming off as domineeringly imperious without so much as one or two words. Then again, being a prefect didn’t always constitute being nice or friendly - perhaps some professor was vying for him back before his fifth year.

But that was not the focus, the point was that he had an option his dormmates did not, and he might as well use it and make an evening of it. Lucius had emerged from the lower levels and up the grand staircase with ease, his singular towel (which had ‘L.M’ embroidered on the corner to prevent thievery or unsanctioned use) was thrown over his shoulder, his oxford still half buttoned as it was before the dorm bathroom before he realized that a fight was ensuing within for the shower. He had meandered around along the changing staircase until he was up on the fourth floor, in which the route to the bathroom became the same as it has for the past two years for Lucius. Checking both ways down the aisle the entrance of the prefect’s tub, he then entered hastily, already attempting to tear off one of his shoes as he stepped inside. In his battle against his clothing, the fact that the tub was already filling with water and a gargantuan amount of bubbles did not instantly strike him. It wasn’t until the scent of rose wafted up his nostrils did he look over to the gleaming basin itself to see that it was near full already.

Was there someone in here? Did someone leave? Did someone forget that they had a full bath and bubbles going? Lucius could not discern, and unsurprisingly he didn’t care. From what he could tell the water is recent according to the waves of steam that rose heavenward. It was most obviously a woman who is or has inhabited the bathroom, seeing as no male in his right mind would choose rose as their scent of choice. but still, it was no matter, he was bathing now. And seeing as this woman was not visibly present to verify that she needed the tub as much as he wanted it, he decided to just carry on with his plan. Stipping his shoes and socks from his feet, he then carried the items over to an arbitrary spot a little away from the tub as he then pulled his oxford from his tall frame. The small jingling sound of his slackening belt resounded next as he slowly began to maneuver towards the lip of the tub.

Not a moment after his authentic black leather belt hit the ground without a singular care from it’s owner the sound of a zipper being spliced came next, and after that only the discreet sounds of fabric shimmying down his legs filled the time between walking over and sitting down at the tub. It was as his feet sunk down beneath the foamy surface that it struck him - could someone had submerged under water? He probably had not been here for more than a minute, that was an adequate amount of time for someone to fiddle around beneath the bubbles. Or worse - perhaps this person had been down under there longer. Whether they were drowning or just trying out the bubblehead charm, it became a worry that the girl could still be in the tub pulling a Moaning Myrtle slipping around beneath the surface.

"Hello?" He said, slipping fully into the water and wading out towards the many facets located on the far side. Pushing past the bubbles and through the hot torrents of water, he looked about, his vision sadly be thwarted by the thick layer of bubbles. Oh lovely, a mystery guest playing hide and go seek in the nude, this was getting better and better. All he needed was to get scared to death and it would be a great day. "Anybody in here?" Lucius then said in a rather quiet, drawled voice, part of him beseeching, the other part hoping that he didn't run into this person - considering the female prefects he knew, 'wet blanket' did not fully explain the adamant prudence and monotony often tied with them. That's the exact sort of lady Lucius needed to bump into (hopefully not literally) right now.

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[dorcas renata meadows]

The door opened and Dorcas took a deep breath, submerging herself beneath the bubbly surface of the bath water and using her feet to push off of the wall she had been leaning against. Damnit. A prefect had come in and Dorcas needed to get out, well, actually, that depended on who it was. Any of the male prefects she would be fine with, but any of the female prefects and she could get into a world of trouble, after all, she was not a prefect and therefore did not have Prefect Privileges. Though in Dorcas' opinion, the whole Prefect, head girl and head boy positions were just the teachers ways of showing favouritism amongst the houses. It wasn't fair, but it was tradition, and some people just could not part with it.

Pushing her hair back while she was under the water, Dorcas slowly peeked her head out of the water, just in time to see Lucius' trousers drop to the floor. Boy oh boy what a pleasure. There were so many good things about this situation that Dorcas wasn't sure which was her favourite. Lucius Malfoy was the prefect in question that had entered through the door. That was a good start, next he was actually getting in the bath himself, excellent progress, and what was great, was that he hadn't seen her over the height of the bubbles yet.

The taps were still going and Dorcas smiled as she heard Lucius calling out. The thought of scaring the hell out of him crept into her mind, but the only trouble with that was either something would go wrong, she wouldn't scare Lucius or she would ruin it by laughing. She was close to doing that right now any way so there was no way she would be able to sneak up on the lad and scare him half to death if she was too busy giggling, it just wouldn't work. No, Dorcas decided it would just be easier to relax a little rather than focus energy on something she'd screw up.

"You've been working out Lucius, you're certainly a lot more toned than I remember." Dorcas swam slowly to the edge of the bath that wasn't too far to go. She had no idea just where Lucius was because she had lost him amongst the bubbles, so she looked around and settled her back a corner of the pool, keeping her eyes peeled for any clue to his whereabouts. The last thing she needed was the crap scared out of her. Though the possibility of Lucius dipping down into the water and swimming beneath the surface, purely to scare the hell out of her was possible, and she couldn't say she'd mind all that much really. It was Lucius Malfoy after all.

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[lucius abraxas malfoy]

^{Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance
They always did the best they could}[/I]

He return to his inquiry he heard not much more than this mystery woman’s voice and the very supple echoes that followed subdued under the sound of running water. This was a strange game indeed, for he did hear the sultry voice of a female quite clearly, and yet he still couldn’t distinguish where precisely it came from. It was like a foggy hallucination, the water, the scattered ribbons of light, even the seemingly placid mermaid painted in the fair window were playing mind tricks on him, the prospect of her voice delving him further into his dream rather than pulling him into strict reality. Dare he even think that he was not entirely miffed at his current circumstances? Turning his head every which way (which was fruitless, seeing as the bubbles piled around him like over grown hedges in a labrinth),first Lucius turned around with small reproach as he questioned which way he would go next. Who knew that the pool game marco-polo could be played without closing one’s eyes. The only way he could find her is if she spoke again. Hell, he could even find out who this person was by asking the right questions and thoroughly contemplating her answers. Thus far he knows that she has apparently seen him at least shirtless before - that really narrowed it down. Taking a small step from his place near the dead center of the basin, he looked around as he said, “Perhaps,” in a mischievous tenor. “Or maybe the last time you saw me was in the dark.”

That couldn’t be too likely - Zoi maybe, there is no doubt that he ran around naked in a paddling pool at one get-together or another when he was younger (he had quite a flare for nudity then), and Zoi was the only prefect he could rightly imagine to toy with him like this. Though saying that, it didn’t sound like Miss Nott, but her voice did sound familiar to his eardrums. Dipping beneath the surface, Lucius dared himself to open his eyes as he peered around in search of some sign of life or movement. Through the milky haze of the bubble mix and the wavy layers of water, he could see very little, however. For a moment he thought he saw a bronze appendage or some sort of slender body part, but sadly it was then that the water/bubble mixture began to burn his eyes and so instead of pursuing he quickly resurfaced, the sound of breaking water and deep inhale immediately following suit.

Opening his cool, pewter gray eyes again, Lucius pushed back his now sopping head of richly light blonde hair away from his forehead and cheekbones as he looked around over to where he thought he saw this mysterious apparition. The faint pink buds of accumulated bubbles clung to his flesh like tape to paper, even as he smoothed a layer off there were quickly more to hug around his tummy and his backside. It was his forearms, however, that got the most abuse as Lucius was slowly meandering towards one side, pushing the fragile obstacles in his way as if on a conquest in a deep and cumbersome rainforest. Every time he pushed, more filled the vacated spot, Lucius could not find his own feet, let alone pinpoint the location of his counterpart’s. “Enlighten me.” He then suggested quite favorably as he stopped, his hands sifting over the plane of milky water around the place he stood. “When exactly do you remember me less toned?” Luicus then said, taking advantage of the subtle acoustics of standing in a porcelain, tile, and cavernous bathroom (once again bringing question as to why so much delicate detail went into a coed bathrooom), though admittedly talking more to the room than an actual spot. “Or is this to be a guessing game?” Lucius then snarkily questioned as he knocked over a short tower of bubbles - only to see another pillar and then some plopped down behind it.

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[dorcas renata meadows]

Dorcas smirked as this all turned into a game, one that should be quite fun to play. Looking at the bubbles, she could see some of the higher mounds toppling from their great heights, and yet, Lucius was still concealed. Why oh why had she decided on so many bubbles? She could be looking at a naked Lucius right now, but oh well, it didn't really matter much because she would be entertained, she was sure of that. This was going to be a rather fun game of hide and seek in her opinion, not to mention the fact that it seemed Lucius did not recognise her voice. That made it even more fun. of course, if she were to talk to him too much - and talking was something she liked to do, then Lucius might click, putting her gorgeous face and name to her sexy, mysterious voice. However, once that little game ended, if it were to end first, then they still had another game. Lucius would still have to find her, if he so wished. But she was naked, and as arrogant or egotistical is it may sound to some, Dorcas knew most guys would kill to see her naked, though Lucius had already had the pleasure once before, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't like that pleasure once more. Yes, Dorcas Meadows was full of herself, but all the attention she got from guys and how great she was in bed, she had reasons to be.

"Hmm . . . in the dark, in the light, I've seen you naked in all sorts of lighting." She mused aloud, subtly moving once she had spoken, changing positions so Lucius would follow her voice in one direction, while she was actually swimming away in another. Eventually Dorcas knew she would grow tired of this game, but at the moment it was all good fun. "Such wonderful thoughts and memories I have of you Lucius. Enough to make any girl jealous, I assure you." Dorcas smirked as she though about that one night stand she'd had with Lucius in his dorm. Curtains pulled shut, numerous spells cast around them non-verbally by Lucius while she explode hie mouth feverishly with her tongue and his concealed body with her hands, sliding up in under his shirt until the wand was put down and should could strip him and him her. It had been such a good time that occasionally she did think about it, and Dorcas didn't think often of her one night stands, too many to remember and a lot of them weren't exactly great, but some stayed in her memory. Lucius being one of the high ranking ones that she had enjoyed immensely. Power, wealth, seduction. The young man had it all and his personality wasn't all that bad either. She was friendly enough with him when they saw each other, flirting with him just like things had been before the one night stand. Of course, every now and then she liked to make references to it, usually just in private though not always, but just like now, though usually it was just spoken directly to Lucius' face, not though mountains of rose scented bubble bath.

A loud splashing noise and the sound of a deep breath startled Dorcas a little. Lucius was very close. he had been under water for a little bit and had obviously gotten closer. He must have been a mound of bubbles away, maybe two, but no further than that really, she was certain of it, so without hesitation, she dipped as quietly as she could, down into the water and held her breath, swimming blindly through the water for a few strokes, not breaking the surface, not even disturbing it before she let herself glide through it effortlessly for a few seconds and surfacing silently. She looked about, she had no idea where abouts in the bath she was. She hoped she wasn't too far from an edge, but the loads of bubbles that surrounded her were all she could see. She couldn't even be sure or even hazard a guess as to where she was. The bubbles had built up so much that she couldn't even see the mermaid any more or the various taps that were still running, and the echo's the running water made could have been coming from any direction, so carefully, Dorcas back up, walking backwards, hoping to hit a wall. Bubbles fell down over her head, making faint popping noises in her ears.

Lucius' voice echoed around the elaborate bathroom. Clearly he was trying to get her to talk, not that it would take a lot usually, but this was a game. Ah, what the hell, she would indulge him while she walked backwards, smirking and finally finding a wall. She looked behind her, her hands running around the pools edge before she looked to the piles of bubbles. Lucius was out there somewhere, she mused, while she was close to the steps she had used to walk into the bath. She would stay put for now, let Lucius come to her, find her. it wouldn't take him too much longer to recognise her voice surely, though it was quite out of place. Dorcas wasn't a prefect after all, far from it, yet she had gained entrance to the prefects bathroom using her cunning womanly ways. Well, what could she say? She was a true Slytherin at heart, it wasn't as if she was just sorted there for no reason. It was either Slytherin or Hufflepuff. Quite a difference, she knew, but she supposed using her charm to get what it was she wanted was cunning enough for the sorting hat to decide on Slytherin. Though back then, she didn't have the body she had no. But it didn't mean the young Miss Meadows didn't get what she wanted, far from it. All she had to do was smile like an angel, flutter her eyelashes and when she was upset or told no, pout and use her big brown eyes to look like an adorable little puppy dog. She actually still used that one to this day. And it worked.

"I've seen you naked at a couple of those pureblood, high to do fancy get togethers when we were children. Father wasn't too keen on them though so we stopped attending. Some of them were excruciatingly boring, let's face it." All her father said they did was try and arrange marriages for their children by interfering in their love lives. Mix the children together as much as possible and they would fall in love with another of their pureblood peers, if not then when they're older make them marry or blast them from family trees. Dorcas was grateful her father had never been like that and had always been honest with her about those ridiculous dinners. Who in their right mind would try and force their children to play with other children so they would one day turn that funny little game of pureblood mum's and dad's into a reality? That's right, no one, the parents of her peers were psychotic, though Dorcas knew her mother believed in it all and would try and arrange private play dates for Dorcas. The blasted woman still tried to arrange it.

"I've seen your upper half bare on various occasions. Usually in summer down by the lake on warm evenings while it's still light out and I've seen you fully naked twice. Getting into this bath and once last year when I shared your bed." Dorcas smirked fondly at the memory. "I was quite impressed with you Lucius. I hadn't expected you to be as good as you were, but I had a very pleasant surprise. I expected you to be like all the other guys, talking the talk but not being able to walk the walk. I've never been so pleased to be wrong." Dorcas sighed, doubting Lucius would hear it through the noises going on in the giant bath. "If it helps you any, I'm by the steps." She smiled, deciding to give the guy a break, but if he hadn't guessed it was her by now, she had to admit, she would be a little disappointed. "Just to the right as you walk towards them." She added, just in case he couldn't see her past the bubbles and decided to turn left, though quickly, Dorcas dipped her head in under the water and came back up, quickly rinsing the bubbles from her hair and awaiting Lucius' response.

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[lucius abraxas malfoy]

^{Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance
They always did the best they could}[/I]

The steaming water that poured through the facets, concocting what seemed to be the most perfect temperature, blurred the words he was desperate to hear with crystalline clarity. Though the words themselves came to his ears well enough - the array of sound effects forming the bathtub ambiance prevented him from pinpointing the voice box that conjured the silky sentences. The mixture of amusement and frustration coursing through his core intensified as she dropped more words - clues to her whereabouts - and yet he had no leads where he should step next. Sloshing water accompanied her balmy tenor needlessly - perhaps if he rid of that entity this wild goose chase would less tedious. “By the sound of it, I can only say the same about you.” Lucius replied cheekily as he waded to a side (though which side was debatable seeing as he didn‘t have a compass), as from the edge he could skirt his way around to the facets. After he rid the cavernous, echoing bathroom of it’s hushing noise, finding this girl would be a piece of very delicious cake.

He had already gathered from her previous statement that she was most certainly not a prefect. He couldn’t pinpoint a prefect with such vigor, allure, or an evocative voice to date. The mature slyness she had was one that was hard to come by for adults, let alone mere adolescents - he was peeved that he had not thought up a name instantaneously, he was sure that he would remember a person such as her. He’ll be even more peeved at himself once he does get his eyes on his counterpart, as he was sure everything would make absolutely perfect sense the millisecond he finds her. For now he was wandering, however, it wasn’t until he hit the lip of the bath that he had a sense of direction. It was only a quarter turn till he was in view of the array of spouts. Hundreds, he was sure, lined the far end of the tub, each had it’s own particular scent or water temperature. The perfect bath could be had every single time. Even now the tub filled closer and closer to the brink, the rose concoction still pouring from it’s tap - the producer of the bubbles. Manually Lucius turned both the faucets to the right, stopping the flow from both spigots as he then turned around - a porous, scented wall enshrouding him wholly.

A smirk that neither Dorcas nor anyone else in the world could see twisted Lucius’s lips upward at her opinionated statement on the social extravaganzas often hosted by old loons and nosy gossips. The elder purebloods did little to hide the matches they felt ’perfect’ or the little boys or girls that were proclaimed ’elite’ by all pureblood standards. Lucius has been a prime player recently, his shrewish mother cutting down any prospects she deemed less than perfect for her one and only child. Abraxas, while not as adamant, has been keeping a particularly watchful eye on Lucius, too, being sure that nothing knocked his heir out of the standing of being one of the most eligible purebloods of his generation. Lucius found the whole thing quite peculiar, seeing as these old farts were technically scouting for Lucius’s permanent bed mate, and talked about such things quite openly. “I suppose it depends on who you were talking to,” Lucius replied, his voice distinctly crisp and clear against the hard, cold walls for the first time since he arrived. Every motion he made cause faint ripples beneath the piles of froth, every syllable distinct even as they echoed off the ceiling.

Now she must have been trying to aggravate him to the point of charging about the bathtub like an vehement bull; she might as well been an antagonizing bully the way she reminisced so vaguely yet pointedly. She assuredly addressed details, though with no descriptions or particularly unique situations - anything that would clarify and stand out in his memories. All she was missing was a month or date and he would have her and this game would be over. “I find that to be a common problem with males today as well. They are always …” Lucius stepped out further towards the middle, the facets just behind him gleaming in their metallic brilliance in the cool, deep aquamarine lighting of the bathroom. Just then the girl gave him a spectacular - if not blatant - clue. “… talking…” This word merely drifted from Lucius’s lips - a word that was on the tip of his tongue, but he had instantly lost the fervor to deliver it as something much more consuming crossed his mind.

If she was by the steps, and he was near the spigots - that meant that she was quietly literally directly in front of him - only the other side of the bubble barricade. At this notion, Lucius immediately started to cross the basin, ripping the clumps from his path as he did so. He was close now, so close. While she did help him tremendously, he had guessed the second part of this mystery all on his own. How he figured it out - he wouldn’t tell his counterpart, but something did click. Maybe the memories of summer - their most recent summer vacation being only a few weeks ago. Or maybe it was that she was a bit more withdrawn from the social gatherings than other pureblood families. Most likely though, it was her firm declaration that she only saw him wholly nude once before today. That would be a rarity in his book, as there have been very few times that he only indulged himself once when he enjoyed the fruits of the labor - he preferred outstanding flings over one night stands.

Stepping faster, though still smoothly, through the water, Lucius then replied, “I’m a firm believer in the concept to show…” as he pushed away the visual obstructions. Knowing that he was close to the steps, he turned his body right and shuffled through the rest of the frothy smog, uncaring that the sticky residue clung to his torso and forearms. Tearing away the last curtain that separated he from his counterpart, he chimed quite tranquilly the conclusion to his statement. “… Not tell… Hello Miss Meadows.” Lucius said the instant he found the exotic, almond eyes of none other than Dorcas Meadows - the girl he knew he should have remembered at first instinct.

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[dorcas renata meadows]

Apologies on the exceedingly long wait

The sound of rushing water ceased to echo around the large bathroom. The dying sound of the water and bubble bath coming slowly to a halt caused Dorcas to smirk. Lucius was out of the bath again and turning off the taps. It was a shame she could not see his muscular physic beyond all the bubbles, but her little games would be over soon enough thankfully and with any luck, Lucius would be stood before her completely naked with only the bubbly water covering his luscious body. Mm, he certainly did have a better body now than what she remembered, but the trouble with memories was that they tended to get forgotten or information could change in them due to forgetfulness, but Lucius' body was always something she remembered, he'd been unique in an amazing way.

The banter continued, the sound of Lucius' movements through the water was easier to hear now that there was nothing masking the noise. That meant Lucius had dipped himself back into the water and would be searching for her once more. Even the thought made Dorcas' lips curl into a smile. Something she seemed to be doing a lot of. It seemed Lucius was just such a well imprinted memory on her mind, that she only had good, no, Amazing thoughts about him. He was talented, smart, knew how to please a woman and work his body. What was there not to like about Lucius Malfoy? Even his arrogance was smothered with absolute charm. Girls almost literally fell at his feet. Dorcas knew she would if she hadn't already moved on to other guys.

Soon enough, Lucius was before her and she cracked a smile at him. "Well good evening Mister Malfoy, fancy seeing you here." She stated somewhat innocently with a quirk of her brow. "Why, I don't recall you ever being so handsome this close up. I should really pay you more attention from time to time Lucius." Well, Lucius was looking a lot more handsome than the last time Dorcas had seen him this close up because really, they only ever caught glances of one another across the common room, spoke across classrooms, teased at the table in the great hall, spaces apart from one another. Really, the more Dorcas thought of it, the more she realised she didn't spend much time talking or doing much else with Lucius really. It seemed a bit of a shame.

Dorcas continued to look to the strangely beautiful, light grey eyes of the young man in front of her. He was truly perfection, really. The cold, almost emotionless grey eyes, that still managed to shine when he was humoured, the fact he was tall was also a bonus, Dorcas loved tall guys. Especially tall guys with blonde hair, toned muscles and an appealing sense of humour, patience and play. Not many guys would have gone along with her little game, they would have just got their wands and vanished the bubbles or something. But Lucius had not. Though of course, the possibility that he had not thought of doing that was strong. But the lad had patients, or from what she saw of him he did, though Dorcas was known to not pay much attention from time to time.

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[lucius abraxas malfoy]

^{Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance
They always did the best they could}[/I]

( blah, my posts have sucked horribly! )

"You as well," He said coyly in return. Yes, the last time he has seen her, in such a state, had been quite a while ago, all the time in between, sadly, she's always been well-clothed. While he never intended on literally ignoring or avoiding her, since that particular moment they have missed each other? Is that the word? It always seemed like hit and miss situations, Lucius got distracted by his affairs and she hers, their conquests never quite met up again as it had before. It was tortuous that their reunion had to be like this, it was too memorable, too reminiscent, too unfair. "Yes, we have only really run into each other in interesting circumstances; not that I'm complaining, of course." Lucius added thoughtfully, though ardently refrained on fleshing out their last 'interesting' meeting with too much detail. Instead, he threw out a seemingly arbitrary, if not solely playful comment in the stead of thinking. "We'll have to find some way to cure that little hiccup."

Not to be contradictory, but he may have understated the situation by declaring it a ‘hiccup’ that they have not been ‘up close’ with each other. If not for any other reason, friendship was an admirable reason to be in the same room at the same time. It wasn’t like their one night stand was awkward dealing with being smashed out of their mind and with one or both in a state of regret by morning; it was mutual understanding from his perspective. Admittedly, their usual flirting did get out of hand that one time, but seemingly dropping cold turkey was not the balm that kissed and made everything better - or at least back to normal. Looking at her now, he didn’t exactly have as much visual as Dorcas had, he was standing - and tall anyway, in which his whole upper half was revealed with stucco bubbles clinging like lint to a sweater plagued with static. She however was generally covered, perhaps the illusion of her frame visible beneath the frothy water, perhaps more hazy like an actual dream, rather than his now sharp memories.

“So, how do you think we should go about making sure you’re always up to speed?” He then inquired to Dorcas, despite how the words were formulated and slipped off his tongue, he was not being strictly saucy. He was, however, taking advantage of the situation, rather than - say - running from the bathroom like an intimidated prude. Disappearing for Merlin-knows-how long and then reappearing together ironically in a bathtub together did not steer towards a wholesome friendship, but other things, a hot and cold, on and off relationship included. Would Lucius fall into obscurity in Dorcas‘s eyes? Has she found a different sort of crowd to hang around he wasn‘t aware of? He didn't know, but he most certainly wanted to, if only for curiosity‘s sake. “I would hate for you to have an outdated opinion of me.” Lucius added with a minuscule smirk, brushing back some damp locks with his right hand as he then refolded his arms across his chest.

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"And what cause would there be to complain? Who doesn't enjoy my company?" She asked rhetorically, that Slytherin streak of hers certainly showing in her complete and utter arrogance and egotistic thoughts. But it wasn't as if she said that to everyone, nor that she said it often, and to some degree, she was only messing around, though in her mind she believed it, but really, she only spoke like that around people that were arrogant themselves or were a a good sort of friend to her. She wasn't even go into what she thought Lucius was, she could land herself in trouble, saying a thought out loud, something she did have a habit of doing every now and then.

Dorcas smirked as Lucius referred to their situation as a 'hiccup'. She knew what he meant, sort of, maybe. She figured they'd not seen one another in quite a while, and to run into one another like this? Well, it did raise a lot of questions, if not in Lucius' mind then certainly in Dorcas', but they weren't the sorts of questions one would necessarily voice, no, they were more the questions you would find the answers out to by conversing about the matter and other closely related topics. After all, if you could not find something out without asking imposing questions, than obviously, you were not a very good conversationalist.

"Hiccup is an interesting word Lucius, you make it sound like we've been trying to avoid one another. I will admit though, it has been a bit of a shame that we haven't seen one another or talked properly in quite a while. Not since . . ." Dorcas let a little smirk cross her lips as her eyes dropped down his body, trying to look through the cloudy, water surface before her eyes darted back up to look at Lucius. "Well, since that purely amazing night." Amazing was certainly one word to describe it, as well as a few other powerful and pleasurable adjectives that sprung to the fore front of Dorcas' mind.

Dorcas' brow quirked up nice and high. Her, have an outdated opinion on Lucius' body? Well, she hadn't seen it in quite a while and she only usually looked at bodies this close when she was sleeping with guys so really, yeah, she did have an outdated opinion of Lucius' body, though it took her a few seconds of realisation to confirm his words were in fact actually sort of true in what he meant, though thinking of ways to ensure she doesn't have an outdated opinion of his body? Merlin she could think of a few ways, the first of which was taking advantage of being alone with him, both naked, in a large bath tub the size of a swimming pool, surrounded with bubbles.

Standing before her with his arms crossed over his chest, Dorcas could hardly believe the muscle he had put on in his arms. Clearly he'd been beating the tar out of more first years than she'd previously remembered, but as much as that thought would usually bother her, she was naked with Lucius, moral thoughts didn't really come into play any more, nor did innocent and clean thoughts. The only room in her mind for any sort of thoughts were naughty ones that involved her wrapping her legs around Lucius while kissing him wildly as they . . . well there! Not many guys she would go back to after a one night stand but Lucius was certainly one of them judging by those mischievous thoughts, the only issues with going back to a guy, was making sure it didn't become a regular thing, because a regular thing would lead to a relationship, and from a previous experience, Dorcas knew she was very bad at those and preferred to keep those sorts of feelings out of the way.

Dorcas stood up and took a small step toward Lucius. "And I must say, I would hate for you to have such an outdated opinion on me." The water flirted with Dorcas' waist, her hips and everything below her navel pretty well hidden still, but her breasts exposed usually tested a guy to see how they'd react, but with Lucius, it was sort of different, though at the same time, exactly the same. She did not expect the same reaction from Lucius as she would most men, awkwardness just was not his thing really, yet she was hoping for a different sort of reaction, more subtle than anything else really.

"Perhaps we should find ways to get to know one another again. It has been a while since we last talked or even spent alone time together. Why don't you bring me up to speed with all those women in your life, throwing themselves at your feet and into your bed." From the rumours Dorcas had heard, Lucius had pretty much a fan club going on and had slept with most of them, but she wasn't one to believe rumours, as far as she could remember she was sort of . . . special, in the sense that Lucius didn't usually do one night stands, he usually had a girl he messed around with for a bit, or an actual girlfriend, where as Dorcas, she'd just been a one night thing because that was all she had been after. And truth be told, she really wouldn't mind it again, though perhaps that would be most unfair on Lucius if he was looking for more than a one night stand, again. Even if it was only for a little while longer than one night, she wasn't up for it.