Harry walked through the silent corridor. "How long have I been in there?" he wondered.

He had fallen asleep in the room of requirement.

I wonder when she left"he asked himself.

He looked down at his watch and discovered that he had missed Potions and most of Herbology, and decided to just wait until class change. Then he remembered that he had Transfiguration next...with her.

While he was walking to the grounds so he could meet up with the rest of his Gryffindor year, his thoughts drifted to the night before. He remembered how, when he stepped into the Room of Requirement, he had found a plush feather bed as well as a very romantic atmosphere. When he looked to the bed he found her there, waiting for him. He remembered the glorious vision of her with her hair down and the wonderful aroma of strawberries, emanating off of her.

Before he even noticed, he was already at Green House three. He decided he would stay outside, around the Green House, where no one looking out the castles many windows could see him. He just wanted to sit and remember.

Harry sat and thought about how her body felt against his. He remembered falling asleep, holding her. He remembered the best night of his ever so miserable life.

Harry was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't here Hermione and Ron, despite the leaves and twigs, scattered about the ground.

"Oi! Harry!" Ron said cheerfully.

"Oh, hi Ron. Hi Hermione." Harry replied.

"Harry where have you been?!" Hermione started, sounding a lot like Mrs. Weasly, "Where were you this morning? You missed breakfast, weren't in your bed, missed potions and didn't bother to tell either of us anything! How could you be so irresponsible! Oh, and by the way, because of your unexplained and unexcused absence all of the 7th year Gryffindors have to write three rolls of parchment on the properties of the sleeping draught."

"I-I'm sorry...I fell asleep in the Room of Requirement last night."

"Why'd you do that?" Ron asked.

"Long story, Ron, long story." replied Harry.

Well lets get to Transfiguration before we are late." Hermione exclaimed.

After a quick glance at his watch, Harry replied, "I hate to say it, but she's right."

They got to the Transfigurations classroom and took their seats. Harry looked around to see if he could spot her. Just as professor McGonnagal walked in, Harry spotted the one he was looking for.

He could not look in her direction without getting a stupid grin on his face.

"Mr. Potter, why do you still have a sock on your desk?" Professor McGonnagal inquired.

"Oh, sorry Professor, I...my mind wandered" Harry replied, blushing. Had she seen his blush?

"Well, Mr. Potter, don't let it happen again."

The class went on and Harry found that he still couldn't concentrate while she was there. Then she stepped out of the room for long enough for him to transfigure the sock into a little white bunny, however, when she walked back into the room, he just couldn't muster the concentration to transfigure the remaining sock into a chicken.

Hermione gave Harry a nudge, "Harry, get to work."

"Hermione, I can't work with her in here," Harry said accidentally.

"Who is 'her'?" Ron asked curiously, "and what exactly were you doing in the Room of Requirement last night?"

"Nobody and nothing so let me try to do my work."

"Harry! You didn't!!!!" Hermione said a little too loudly.

"Shush Herm!" Harry hissed.

"You didn't what?" Ron asked before Hermione gave him a sly look. "Oh...who? Who was it?"

"None of your business, but I did do something in the room of requirement last night. I mean I didn't go there to sleep!"

"Oh, really..why did you go?" Ron asked.

"I don't want to talk about it, but it was...important." replied Harry.

Harry spent the rest of Transfiguration avoiding Ron's almost clueless eyes and Hermione's reproachfully curious ones. Every now and ten, he stole a glance at her. Yet, she seemed to be oblivious, almost as if last night had meant nothing to her.

After about 30 1/2 stolen looks in her direction, the bell rang and he still hadn't transfigured his sock.

"Mr. Potter," Professor McGonnagal started, "what has gotten into you? I think that you should come after classes and practice some more."

Pretending to be disgusted with this extra load of homework, he left the classroom, quickly followed by a determined Hermione and a red haired-blond brained Ron.

Inside he felt as if he was going to spontaneously combust, because he knew that she would be there after school as well.

A/n: This is a fic a friend and I wrote together and I decided to post it..in your reviews try to guess who "she" is...you'll never know..

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