The magnificent JK Rowling owns everything.

Hermione Granger was breaking school rules again, she had wandered around the ancient castle many times at night, but tonight she was doing so for an entirely new reason, she was meeting a boy. And not any boy mind you, but one she swore she hated, none other than Draco Malfoy. He furtively passed her a note during Alchemy that read, 7th floor, I'll be there, will you?-D.M.

Hermione immediately recognized that he was going to be in the Room of Requirement. He was testing her desire to see if she really wanted to meet him, she knew the room would only appear if she really wanted it to.

Hermione Granger had no uncertainties about finding the room. She had grown fond of the ferret, or maybe something more, but she didn't let herself ponder too much about it.

I need to find the room Malfoy's in. I want to find the room Draco Malfoy is in. She thought in her head as she paced up the deserted, empty corridor for the third time. She looked up to see a grand entrance materialize before her. She smiled and breathed a sigh of relief as she entered. The first thing she noticed was the sweet sound of classical music, it was so lovely it made her heart ache, it sounded like being in love, if love had a sound.

Draco sat by the fireplace in a Victorian settee, his pale hair and skin were illuminated by the warm fire. He had a glass of red wine in his hand. He looked up at Hermione with such intensity and inhaled a breath so sharp it was audible.

"Why are you surprised Draco Malfoy? You asked me to meet you here," she walked toward him and sat beside him. She was quiet as she listened to the classical music, she closed her eyes and let herself absorb it.

"Draco, that's a beautiful piece of music, I never heard it before, who wrote it?" she turned to question him.

His eyes were glazed as he stared back at her. He exhaled, relieved, as if he was holding his breath in and smiled at Hermione.

"I'm glad you can hear it," he whispered. He began to pour Hermione her own cup of red wine.

"Do you intend on getting me drunk, Malfoy?" Hermione teased as she took a sip after he handed it to her.

"No, Granger, I'm just celebrating."

"What?" she questioned, her eyes flashing inquisitively.

He chose his words carefully, "This friendship of ours. To the beginning of a new start between us." He raised his glass and Hermione clinked her glass with his.

Hermione looked to the source of where the angelic music was coming from. She saw a black Victrola record player with foreign calligraphy on its base that read Liebestraum. She had seen that inscription before in a book. She shot up from the settee and walked towards it, her memory of what she read beginning to fill her mind.

She whispered to herself, "Dreams of Love." She turned around to face Draco, "Draco Malfoy, you deviant! I know what this is!" she said with astonishment. He stood up and walked toward her.

"So I'm assuming I'm busted?" he said as he continued to slowly approach her.

"It must have been hard to come by, how did you get it?" she asked.

"I'm a Malfoy, nothing is unattainable for me."

Hermione sighed and shook her head, "You tricked me, Draco. You brought me into the Room of Requirement to see if I desired you. This Victrola is enchanted, you only hear the music playing if you love the person who began to play it," Hermione said and abruptly fell silent. She looked down at her feet anxiously as Draco came close to her and put his arms around her waist and his mouth by her ear.

"I had to know Hermione. I was too afraid that I was the only one who felt this way," he said.

Hermione Granger felt her heart ache in desire. She succumbed to her feelings as she lifted her gaze to meet his and placed her eager lips upon his. It had been years since they last kissed, they fervently made up the time they missed in each others embraces. They found themselves on the Victorian Settee and Hermione sighed and felt her cheeks flush by his touches. They were lost in each other, time was irrelevant, the past was erased, and the future seemed brighter.

Draco and Hermione walked hand in hand to the Gryffindor common room. "Goodnight, Draco," Hermione said as she raised her head to give him a kiss.

"Hermione, I don't want to keep this a secret, I want to act upon my desires when I see you. I don't want to suppress my urge to kiss and touch you. I don't care what anybody thinks, I want everyone at Hogwarts to know that we're together." He looked at her with such ardor it hypnotized Hermione.

"In dew time, Draco," she said as she straightened his Slytherin tie for him.

"Why can't we walk hand in hand tomorrow while we enter the Great Hall?" he asked as he began to nibble at her neck. Hermione languished against his touch.

"We need to talk about this beforehand, it's not a good idea to rush into things. You're forgetting how shocking this will be."

"I don't care! Nothing ever felt so right to me. Damn what everybody thinks, Hermione! I'm sick of everyone's impression of me. That was never me," he told her as he looked into her eyes.

"I know that."

"Not only will we unify Hogwarts, but we'll set an example for the whole wizardry world!" He smiled briefly before continuing his intoxicating kisses.

Hermione laughed at this. Harry and Ron are going to kill me. What I'm I going to tell them? Draco stopped her thoughts as he pulled her to a nearby alcove. She never felt so aware of her body and the sensations that came with desire before, but with Draco Malfoy pressed up against her with his enticing moans and pelvis grinding into her, she finally understood why her peers were so obsessed with the opposite sex.

A/N Thanks for reading. To me, the piece coming from the Victrola is Liebestraum No. 3 by Franz Liszt