She found herself watching the clock intently.
11:15
11:30
11:45
12:00
As the clock struck midnight, she hoisted herself off the bed. She dressed quickly in the semi-darkness. She glanced at her slumbering roommates. She padded across the room, opened the door and silently slipped into the dark stairway. She tiptoed down the stairs quiet as a mouse. She stopped when she reached the bottom, and cast a disillusionment charm on herself.
And then she walked. Across the common room. Out the portrait hole. Down the corridor. Up multiple flights of stairs, til she reached the 7th floor. She looked left. She looked right. She strode to the blank wall across the door from the dancing trolls. She walked back and forth. Once, twice, trice. All the while thinking. 'I need the place where I can meet him in secret'. The door opened and she carefully slipped inside, avoiding any noise.
She removed the disillusionment charm and ran into the arms of her secret love. They embraced.
"My love, I've missed you." the boy said kissing her sweetly.
"And I've missed you." the girl replied kissing him back.
"I never get to see you anymore." he whispered against her lips.
She moaned as he deepened the kiss. His hands entwined in her curly hair. Her hands tracing his Quidditch-toned chest. Their tongues fighting for dominance as he grabbed her hips and drew her to him, which caused another moan from the girl when she felt him against her.
"I need you." was all he said.
"What are you waiting for?" was her reply.
He led her to the couch and captured her lips again. He pushed her skirt up, and pushed her lacy black knickers aside. She undid his trousers and he pulled them off.
"Please" was all she said. He was driving her crazy.
He kissed her roughly and pulled away. "I don't think you deserve it."
"You sadistic bastard!" she growled.
"And yet—you love me anyway." the boy said pulling on his trousers.
He grabbed her and kissed her roughly again, his hands trailing down her body.
He drew back, breathing heavily.
"You better make this up to me tomorrow." the girl panted.
"I make no promises, my love." he walked away and out of the room.
The girl growled and stood up, readjusting her skirt.
This was the only place they could be themselves.
She could never confide in anyone.
Hermione Granger and Blaise Zabini?
It was laughable.
So it would stay, in this room—their dirty little secret.
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