Draco Malfoy rushed out of the Slytherin common room, under the protection of a Disillusionment Charm, and jogged up the Grand Staircase to the Seventh Floor. He stopped next to a tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, before proceeding to walk past it three times. He couldn't help but smile as the magnificent oak door materialised on the opposite wall. He ran a nervous hand through his hair and stepped inside.
There she was, curled up on a large armchair, the omnipresent book in her hands, her wild brown hair falling in front of her face. Hermione. She was too engrossed in reading to notice him enter, so he crept behind her and covered her eyes with his hands.
"Guess who?" he whispered.
Hermione jumped and yanked his hands away, laughing at her own shock.
"I wish you wouldn't do that," she said, smiling nonetheless.
He took a seat on the arm of her chair. "Sorry, I just couldn't resist."
She smiled. "Neither can I."
She leaned forwards and kissed him tenderly on the cheek. He cupped her face in his hands, stroking her cheek softly. I wish this chair was a bit bigger, he thought to himself, then I could sit down properly.
As soon as the thought had crossed his mind, the armchair stretched into a chaise lounge. Much better, he thought. He slid down onto the seat and ran his hands through Hermione's curly hair.
"I've missed you," he said.
"And me," replied Hermione, "Maybe we could meet again sooner next time."
Draco smiled. "I'd love that." he said.
The following morning, the pair placed Disillusionment Charms on each other before going to their separate common rooms, full of the excitement of the previous night, and the anticipation of their next secret meeting.