Draco might have thought that the sleepless nights he had suffered through might have ended by now but alas, that was not to be. As though this were some sort of karmic punishment for his actions over the last six year, Draco found himself lying in bed with his eyes half open and his mind unable to be silent. Whether it was on how finely to cut the Valerian root for a particular potion or on just how much he would give to have another round with one of the girls he had already been with, Draco's mind was still occupied and refused to let the boy rest.

After just an hour and a half of lying in complete silence, Draco found himself, sitting up for a moment and surveying the room. It was covered in shadow and not a sound could be heard, except a faint rumbling through the walls from being partly under water. Draco always liked the fact that the Slytherin dungeons were so dark and damp. He liked the feeling of being hidden away as he slept but he didn't mind sleeping the wind rushing through his window back at Malfoy Manor either.

Picking up a towel and slipping some pants on as well as a dark t-shirt, Draco slipped out of bed and made his way out into the common room, getting there the first thing he noticed was a small flask on the table. Now who would leave a thing like that lying around, he wondered. Picking it up, he unscrewed the lid and sniffed its contents. A twisted smile crossed his lips when he recognised it at once. Port, perfect. Glancing to the side of it he found a boy, most likely a third year, asleep on the couch. Tsk tsk, Draco thought sarcastically. Much too young to have something like that, he thought cruely before pocketing his new silver flask and making his way out the door.

Arriving at the entrance of the prefect's bathroom, he whispered the password and made his way inside with all the stealth his father had taught him. Getting inside, he glared at the sight of a filled bath. Who would dare come in here after hours? None of the prefects from the other houses would even dream of bending or breaking the rules with such blatant disregard and he couldn't very well have been Anna, he knew she would be asleep at this hour.

Inching closer he smirked when he recognised the back of a head and the delicate hand wrapped around a glass of red wine. Deciding that a little pay back for the rule breaking was in order, Draco placed his things quietly at the end of the room, all the while keeping his eyes focused on the figure. Slipping his shoes off first, he continued with the rest of what he had on, moving very slowly so as not to make a sound. Finally standing in nothing at all, he tip toed forward, leaning down behind the girl, knowing that the music would keep her from noticing him until he was ready. Leaning in as close as seemed safe, he whispered into her ear, "Breaking the rules, Miss Riley?"

Draco straighten up as she whirled around, nothing caring that he was in.. Well, nothing. He was about to have a nice warm bath and she was the intruder here but why should be bother with it for her? Besides, it wasn't anything she hadn't seen before, though thinking back, Draco wasn't sure how much she might have seen considering those nights were often dark and perhaps even fueled by alcohol on one or two occasions (Alcohol for her of course, Draco never took it too far, even when he wanted to. It was not becoming of a Malfoy.. blah blah blah. Those words could never escape his mind, along with many other words in the same familiar dull tone.)

"Maybe you needed a good scare for using my bath," he said with utter indignation but it came out a little sweeter only because this was Robyn he was talking to. Course there was no excuse for referring to it as 'his' bath. Malfoy liked material things, he was raised that way and if anyone would be able to understand it and ignore it, it would be Robyn.

Draco stumbled a bit when Robyn attempted to pull him into the water. She wasn't quite strong enough and he had expected something similar. Moving forward, he slid into the water beside her. The pale moon light seeping in from the high windows above them made the light in the room seem slightly blue, perhaps from the reflection of the water. Couple with Draco's pale skin, it gave off an almost surreal look.

Watching the glass and Robyn's gaze, he smirked. With the wand that had been lying at his side, he transfigured the glass to the right shape for his port, and then accio'ed his new silver flask and used a quick charm to unscrew it and fill the cup before replacing the lid and letting it rest of the floor where he returned his wand. Picking up his glass, he sipped it as he turned to face Robyn who was no floating a little more and revealing a fact that Draco had been ignoring before.

She was naked.. And that much was plainly obvious from the angle he got when he turned to her. Oh this was definitely going to be a very trying night for the poor little Slytherin. Quickly turning away, perhaps a fraction too hastily, he took another sip of his port before speaking.

"So, Miss Riley, what brings you here at this time of night?" he asked, regaining that cool calm composure and his signature steely stare.