Hey yall, I was as I already said in like to other FanFics, that I was re-reading the 4th Harry Potter Book.

I got to the Chapter called The Egg and The Eye, which is the one with the Prefect-Bathroom Scene and I couldn't help thinking, what would have happened if someone walked in on him instead of Myrtle appearing? What would have happened if… oh, I don't know, a girl had walked in? Like Me? Hehe… Wouldn't I like to an extra on that set during the filming of this Scene of the movie! God! Anyway so this is what I came up with if I had walked in.

Oh and the description of the girl…yea the only thing that she and I have in common would be the blonde hair and blue eyes. Other then that, nothing.

Warning: I am a dirty-minded little person, as u know if you read my Second-Generation Marauders story. Well this definitely proves it. You can flame if you want.

So. Here goes nothing, hehe…

The Prefect-Bathroom Scene, My Way

"Harry turned off all the taps, pulled off his pajamas, slippers and dressing gown, and slid into the water… (Pages later) He retrieved the egg from the bottom of the bath" and put it on the marble floor. He ducked his head under the water for a second and broke the surface, rubbing his eyes. The tub had a small ledge running its circumference, which he leaned on it, his back to the door.

Harry had just stared to relax when he heard a murmur and a creak from the door. He turned to see a girl closing the door behind her as she came in. She turned and Harry's breath caught. She was exquisite, more beautiful even then Fleur, with honey blonde hair and a curvy yet willowy frame. Her face was thin, but not pointed and her nose turned up slightly at the end, but was neither pug-ish nor piggish. Her most striking feature, Harry found, were her sparkling cobalt-blue eyes.

"Oh, excuse me! I-I didn't know any…" Her musical voice drifted off as she noticed that the person she was talking to wasn't a prefect either. "Oh, well, you're not a prefect either, that's okay then. My name is Grace and you…Ah, you're Harry Potter. We're in the same year. I'm in Slytherin, though I have no idea why." She said matter-a-factly, walking farther into the room. She pulled a wand (Rosewood 14 ¼ inches. Hehe I bought one at Alivans online. God I'm hopeless.) from the pocket of her robes and flicked it lightly.

Harry's towel, clothes, and Egg lifted into the air and floated to land on the sink. She walked over to them and put down the towel she had been carrying. Grace looked up and saw that Harry was staring at her in complete shock. "I'm I'm not wearing anything!" He muttered under his breath, rather stupidly he thought. Grace heard this comment and smirked.

"That's perfectly alright, because in a minute I won't be wearing anything either. And I am going to take a bath with you."

She reached for the ties holding her robe closed and Harry spun around to face the other wall. "Is that, um, appropriate, Grace?"

She sniffed and pouted, "Harry, don't you think I'm pretty enough for you? You think I'm ugly!"

"No! No, I don't! I think you're…" He turned back quickly to reassure her and his eyes widened. She was only half in the water, which gave him a full view of her breasts. "Exquisite." The word came out as a cross between a groan and a gasp.

Grace's smirk turned into a smile as she slipped into the water, to her shoulders. "What's the matter, Harry?"

"I-I…" He coughed slightly. "Nothing."

He moved to the other side of the tub, but she followed. She trapped him between to facets, pressing her naked body to his. Harry was distinctly aware of the hand she was running up his thighs and then across the lower part of his stomach. Her other hand ran up his chest, a slender finger flicked his nipple then continued up to weaved into his hair. Finally, the temptation was too much. He leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth, surprising her. His hands came up to meet hers. He slid his fingertips over her pearly skin, returning the favor. He massaged her breasts and teased her nipples with his rough fingertip until she groaned his name, begging him, and they slipped together under the surface of the water. Now, it was his turn to smirk.