The Egg and the Eye

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Katrina's POV

Harry and I had no idea how long a bath we would need to work out the secret of the golden eggs, so we decided to do it at night, when we would be able to take as much time as we wanted. Reluctant though Harry was to accept more favors from Cedric, we also decided to use the prefects' bathroom; far fewer people were allowed in there, so it was much less likely that we would be disturbed.

We planned our excursion carefully, because we had been caught out of bed and out-of-bounds by Filch the caretaker in the middle of the night once before, and had no desire to repeat the experience. The Invisibility Cloak would, of course, be essential, and as an added precaution, I told Harry the we should take the Marauders Map, which, next to the cloak, was the most useful aid to rule-breaking Harry owned.

On Thursday night, Harry sneaked up to bed, put on the cloak, crept back downstairs, and, just as he had done on the night when Hagrid had shown us the dragons, waited for the portrait hole to open. This time it was Ron who waited outside to give the Fat Lady the password ("banana fritters"), "Good luck," Ron muttered, climbing into the room as Harry crept out and made his way to my room and gave the secret knock.

It was awkward moving under the cloak tonight, because we had the heavy eggs under our arms and the map held in front of our noses with the other. However, the moonlit corridors were empty and silent, and by checking the map at strategic intervals, we were able to ensure that we wouldn't run into anyone we wanted to avoid. When we reached the statue of Boris the Bewildered, a lost-looking wizard with his gloves on the wrong hands, we located the right door, leaned close to it, and muttered the password, "Pine fresh," just as Cedric had told us.

The door creaked open. Harry and I slipped inside, bolted the door behind us, and pulled off the Invisibility Cloak, looking around.

My immediate reaction was that it would be worth becoming a prefect just to be able to use this bathroom. It was softly lit by a splendid candle-filled chandelier, and everything was made of white marble, including what looked like an empty, rectangular swimming pool sunk into the middle of the floor. About a hundred golden taps stood all around the pools edges, each with a differently colored Jewel set into its handle. There was also a diving board. Long white linen curtains hung at the windows; a large pile of fluffy white towels sat in a corner, and there was a single golden-framed painting on the wall. It featured a blonde mermaid who was fast asleep on a rock, her long hair over her face. It fluttered every time she snored.

I moved forward, looking around, my footsteps echoing off the walls. Magnificent though the bathroom was - and quite keen though I was to try out a few of those taps - now we were here I couldn't help but realize that Harry and I were alone together for the first time since we had kissed at the Yule Ball. Nevertheless, I put two of the Huffy towels, the cloak, the map, and the eggs at the side of the swimming-pool-sized bath, then knelt down and turned on a few of the taps.

I could tell at once that they carried different sorts of bubble bath mixed with the water, though it wasn't bubble bath as I had ever experienced it. One tap gushed pink and blue bubbles the size of footballs; another poured ice-white foam so thick that I thought it would have supported my weight if I'd cared to test it; a third sent heavily perfumed purple clouds hovering over the surface of the water. Harry and I amused ourselves for awhile turning the taps on and off, particularly enjoying the effect of one whose jet bounced off the surface of the water in large arcs. Then, when the deep pool was full of hot water, foam, and bubbles, which took a very short time considering its size, we turned off all the taps, pulled off our pajamas, slippers, and dressing gown, and slid into the water. I had worn the same bathing suit under my pajamas as I had worn the day we went swimming over the summer at the Weasley's and I glanced over at Harry's wide eyes as he carefully watched me get undressed and slip into the warm water. I blushed furiously and was thankful that the foam and steam in the room hid my red face.

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