Vanilla. (Open)

Draco lazily made his way to the springs. True it was no time for a bath but the springs always calmed him down. The Malfoy sighed and banished his suit. The constricting material folded itself atop a shelf with a hiss. He charmed his boxers into a pair of swim trunks and cast a spell to make his hair waterproof, didnt want to ruin it in the middle of a party. He stepped into the hot waters, shuddering as it burned him a tad. Draco grunted and in a split second dunked himself into he liquid, the scent of vanilla rather quickly filling the room. Finally, a moment to himself. He sighed as his eyes fluttered shut. Enjoying the tranquility of the room as time seemed to stop.