Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me they belong to J.K. Rowling.

He is pulled into this room, and he is attacked with a kiss he never saw coming. He tried to speak but a finger touched his lips to quiet him. He was pulled to a bed; he still couldn't see where he was but knew what he was sitting on was definitely a bed. Someone stood before him. Touching his face, trailing kisses where fingers touched. Fingers touched his lips again and soft lips followed. Hands were roaming as clothes were removed. He was pushed back upon the bed and a body laid beside him, warm and soft. He moved his hand over soft curves, and hearing soft moans. He explored as she explored finding ecstasyin the dark with some unknown person. Falling asleep in each others arms. Waking up the next morning alone.

All that was left was an impression beside him and the smell of roses. No other sign that anyone had been there at all. His clothes were folded and laid neatly at the foot of the bed. No window in the room. Only a candle left burning from, he can only guess, before her departure. Should he await her return or should he go looking for her? Where exactly was here anyway? He walked out of the room after dressing and he was in his own home. But that room was not apart of his house and now the room wasn't there either. Where did it go? Where did she go? Is she somewhere in his home? He looked. No one was around.

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She was angry. Was there a time that he needed her? "Is there a time that he'll want me and not his friends?" she thought. "If there is a time I'd like to be there."

She looked around and things seem to have changed. Then she heard someone in the hall. She know it w2as him. She grabbed him and kissed him, bringing him further into the room she found her self in. He tried to speak but she silenced him with a finger upon his lips. She didn't want this moment ruined with arguments. She just wanted to feel. He seemed older but that seemed to be alright. Because men seem to take their time in maturing and this is the time he really needs me, she thought, and I'm here for him.

When she awoke the next morning she found a candle and lit it, got dressed and realized that she was definitely in the future because they had been the same age but know he was at least 20 years older now. She wondered if it actually took 20 years for him to need her or if something had happened, and she was finally able to hear his need. Should she ask questions or should she just leave and come back when he called out his need for her again? What they shared this night was beautiful and she didn't want anything to ruin it. She promised to come again and walked out of the room. She was back in her own room.

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He went through his day, thinking about her. Was she really there? How could she be real? Why after all this time? It was wonderful to feel her close to him but there is so much more he wanted to share with her. Not just a night but a lifetime. Why didn't he realize a long time ago, what a good thing he had. All the stupid mistakes that can never be changed. "How did she find me? How can I find her?" Questions, always questions, need answers. "How old was she? Did she mind that he was older? Will she come back? Was last night the magic of love?"

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This isn't my story, my mother wrote it with my help. I'm working on some stories of my own that I will post. I just have to get around to typing them. Tell me what you think.