So, anyone who's reading my other story (When Reality Takes a Rain Check) and this story knows that I'm putting off finishing the last chapter of it. Don't bite me but it's true, this story is catching my interest quicker than I imagined.

Okay, I guess this gets more graphic but hey this is what happens when you let your best friend tell you about their love life. *shivers*

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MELODY

It was awhile before I could fall asleep even though I was tired to the core, worn out by physical and mental activities. I watched Draco sleep his face utterly content in a peace not many could find these days. Somewhere inside of me something was singing in triumph and bliss.

I found so much joy and ecstasy being wrapped around Draco that I had believed no human could hold so much feelings and survive for the next hour let alone the next day. I could not describe as to just what had occurred between us that night. It was not just lust, though; if I was honest with myself I knew that factor was in this particular equation.

But there was more.

There had to be. I could feel it like a presence in my mind as much as in my heart that something had been connected, something ancient had been awakened to go to work in the two of us. It beat with our hearts and traveled through our blood invisible joining us together. If it was a spell that had been cast by some unknown benefactor I really did not know if I should have been happy or beside myself with anger. It turned out I did not care for finally my weary body fell into a slumber.

The dreams were so vivid all I could do was watch them as they raced by. They roamed across a wide variety from flashes of last night to hopeful wishes for the future. At one point I even dreamt about a transparent, spectral face ogling in mine and Draco's direction though the image was quickly overtaken by others.

In between fantasy there were suddenly nightmares and I could not run away fast enough before their black fingers hooked themselves in to my sleeping mind.

I figured I would never understand where the images of white faces leering at me or slimy hands grabbing my neck and not letting go till I was beyond breathing came from. But one after the other, I witnessed things I hoped to keep my mind clear of.

The most prominent nightmare was where I raced down an endless staircase that turned into hallways of the school that I had traveled hundreds of times only to find I had forgotten which direction to go. Lights bloomed everywhere and I could not see the faces that belonged to the firing wands for thick dust floated in the air. I heard shouts of rage, screams of pain and crashing stones mixed with feral snarls and tearing things I did not want to identify.

My dream was changing into a scene on the grounds. It was dark with no moon to light the way in this shadow riddled dream. Figures were nearby but I could not make them out still. More curses were shot at the distant shapes; none of them caused retaliation to happen.

"Fight back! Fight back you cowardly-"

Boy that sounds an awful lot like Harry yelling. The thought about Harry was somehow enough to wrench me away from the haunting pictures and flying spells.

I shifted my head slightly and opened my eyes, squinting as bright dawn light met them. I tried to move again but froze as newly used and aching muscles protested adamantly. Breathing hard I realized my head rested on a hard but comfortable chest while two strong arms encircled my waist.

"Good morning sleepyhead."

I shivered at the sound of the voice and all pain and terrible dreams were forgotten as I met Draco's blue eyes. "Good morning to you too." With a smile I asked, "do you know you talk in your sleep?"

"No," he said slowly arching an eyebrow. Then he smiled, his facing lighting up, and asked, "Do you know you snore?"

"I do not," I said indignantly.

"I see someone has a temper in the morning."

I made a face at him but could not stop another smile from crossing my face. "You saw me attack McLaggen with charmed spoons during breakfast the other day didn't you? Or were you to engrossed in something else?"

"I will admit I was too engrossed in wishing you had enchanted knives. That vulgar comment he said to you made me wish to curse him." He frowned with the memory and his arms tightened slightly around my waist. "But," he said forcing himself to calm down. "I also admit to being distracted by watching you." He kissed the tip of my nose. "You're beautiful when you're angry."

"Unless I'm angry at you," I said quietly and stupidly without a second thought for the outcome. His eyes darkened.

"Gabby I'm-" he started but I cut him off.

"No, I'm sorry Draco. I didn't mean to ruin the mood." I leaned my cheek against his strong body. "Tell me what do I look like when I'm not angry?"

He rested his head on top of mine and whispered, "absolutely stunning."

I rolled my eyes barely suppressing the heat that had risen up in my body. I think he noticed anyway for he detached an arm from around my torso and brought it up to trace my face with gentle fingers.

"Might I ask what I was talking about in my sleep?" His voice was silky and he knew I could not refuse. I smiled coyly up at him and then brought my mouth to the soft skin of his pectorals for a brief kiss. He stiffened before he relaxed with a sigh.

"Well there was a few quiet groans." I trailed my lips up his neck. I stopped just below his ear and whispered, "definitely lots of gasps and some moans." His intake of breath seemed to double. "You said my name once or twice followed by the sweet, sweet sound of surrender." I felt his heart beat race when I brought my hands from where they were around his body and started to brush my fingers lightly across the plains of his chest. "So I'm guessing that you were dreaming about last night before we fell asleep."

He did not answer but then again he did not have to. I was fully aware of the impossibly large hardness that was pressing against my thigh again. I dipped my hand lower and caressed the soft strip of hair that lead down to his place of personal secrets. Then I went even farther and stroked a gentle finger across his throbbing length marveling at what I could make his body do.

Draco sucked in a breath. "Miss Knight watch where you put those hands."

"So you want me to look?" I asked innocently. I moved to glance down at no doubt would have been a magnificent sight but felt his hand under my chin. I smiled sweetly at him then asked, "how much time do you think we have before someone notices our absence?"

He looked over my shoulder at the window, contemplating. "It's only just dawn so that means there's one or one and a half hours left before the bell for breakfast rings. And it will most likely be one of your overprotective friends that see you never went to bed last night."

I saw his eyes flash and moved my free hand that was not brushing his sensitive flesh to rest it on his cheek. "What about you? Won't Crabbe and Goyle worry without their big strong leader? Pansy and Zambini?"

"They're used to me going off alone." He snorted his dark mood lightening. "And Pansy just wants to get me into a broom cupboard then flaunt the fact she had the infamous Draco Malfoy in a vulnerable position."

"Well after last night I have no idea why else she would want that." I teased him with words and his engorged length with another caress from my fingers.

"Gabby," he said in a warning tone.

I ignored him and stroked my hands up then down on his firm flesh. Keeping my voice impossibly calm I said casually, "I didn't think last night would be like that. I definitely didn't plan on it." I ran my fingers up to dance across his abdomen.

He caught my hands with his bringing them up to his mouth where he pressed his lips against them. "You don't regret it do you?"

I shook my head vigorously my hair tickling my bare shoulders. "Never would I regret the best night of my life." I paused. "Okay I lied. Last night wasn't the best." Shock and hurt flared in his eyes until I went on. "The first night you kissed me was. I mean that morning Gryffindor did beat you guys at quidditch."

His worry disappeared when his angelic face cracked into a smile. He leaned closer and pressed his lips to mine. This kiss was far more subdued than most of the other ones we had shared but it was filled with as much passion as before. I harrumphed when he drew back. Then I heard what he said next.

"We could make it the best sunrise you've ever had as well."

I nodded my head eagerly until his lips connected with mine once more.

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"So what was your best night?" I asked quietly.

It was about an hour later with the sunlight now streaming brightly through the windows. We had fallen off the couch in our passionate embrace and landed on the floor. I had been briefly shocked when our bodies meet the comfy cushions that had literally appeared out of nowhere. I was glad they did for otherwise the position we were in would not have been easy.

"Draco?" I asked again when he did not answer right away.

"Hmm?" He looked up at me from where he had been kissing across my collarbone. "Oh. My favorite night?"

I nodded.

"Last night was my second definitely."

I looked at him curiously. "And your first?"

"Hasn't happened yet." I raised my eyebrow but he shook his head. "I'll tell you when it does don't worry, love." He abruptly sighed wistfully. "We really should be going."

I could not suppress a whimper- of all the things that I happened to detest and I could not control- when he slid out of me, my eyes rolling up in my head. I felt empty until he kissed me thoroughly on the mouth while whispering the vague words 'I really think I love you' over and over against my lips.

"Just to warn you," he said when he leaned back to look at me in the face. "Get up slowly. You will hurt."

"Yeah I already got that from before," I said with a grimace. "And how would you know? Do this often?" I was only half joking.

He looked down at me from where he was bracing himself on his elbows on either side of my figure, our bodies completely aligned and still touching. "My male ego wants me to say yes...." he paused and I was unsure if he would go on. I doubted in vain for he continued in a quieter voice. "But to be honest, which is all I can ever be with you, last night was my... was my first time."

I smiled brightly up at him with enough feelings sparkling in my eyes that he could not seem to look away. "I'm surprised you were that good then," I said slyly.

Was that a blush I detected? It certainly looked like it with such red roses blooming on winter-pale cheeks. I smiled smugly to myself. I loved being able to have such effects on his body almost as much as I loved the effects he had on mine. But then I was worried about the reason why he blushed.

Before I could even voice my sudden worry his voice was audible. "What about you? Are you as innocent as rumors make you out as?"

"First of all," I said resisting the urge to trail my fingers up his chest so I knew this was all real and not another dream, "don't believe gossip. No friend of Harry Potter is innocent. But," I leaned up and kissed him when I saw shock and misunderstanding in his eyes. "Before last night I was still able to call myself a... a virgin."

It was strange to stumble over words that did not seem to have so much meaning yesterday as they did today. 'Virgin' or 'first time' sounded so awkward but that could not be helped. We had been sheltered from the promiscuous world of physical relationships if not the brutal one with cold-blooded murders and deadly secrets.

"Hmm," I heard him mumble as he suddenly rolled off of me.

"What?" I asked, shivering in the absence of his body heat.

"Nothing," was the simple answer from the young man who now lay beside me and not on top of me. "I was just wondering if this room could conjure a shower because I do require one. Not that I object to smelling of your unique aroma which I seemed to have picked up but I doubt other people will be oblivious to it. It is rather alluring and irresistible."

"To you maybe but not to the whole school population," I objected with a blush of my own now.

"But you and your attractiveness are not invisible and it only takes one other to ruin everything."

I smiled vaguely. "When did you get so knowledgeable?" I continued before he could say anything. "But you better make that two showers that are needed just incase I happen to have your essence clinging to me. Normally I could tell but honestly? My senses are all muddled."

I attempted to sit up but froze. My abdominal muscles flexed and set off a chain reaction. It felt like someone was squeezing my insides down low with an iron fist and no mercy what-so-ever for me. Suddenly I felt something cool sink into my skin and spread until the pain lessened enough so I could stop grinding my teeth and sit up all the way.

I glanced at Draco who was putting his ebony wand back by his discarded jeans where it had lain. I forced myself and just barely succeeded to keep my gaze fixed on his eyes and not his captivating body. "What was that?

"Just something I learned reading a book awhile back when I had time to read, before all this stuff started hap-" he caught himself before I could catch the meaning of his words. He pressed his mouth together for a moment staring up and out the window haloed with bright sun. He was most likely recalling the promise to not talk about that particular subject inside this room.

I decided to lighten the mood fractionally and said with a laugh in my breath, "Wow. You read?"

He turned at the sound of my laugh and inhaled sharply. I looked at him quizzically as he sat there. His eyes unashamedly raked over me and I felt my cheeks get warmer. I was acutely aware that the sun was striking me in a spotlight shaped like the window it poured through. I moved to cover myself with the blanket that had been provided for us by the room which had fallen to the floor.

But then Draco was there kissing me and carefully pulling the fabric out of my hands. "You're absolutely beautiful Gabriella Knight," he said against my very warm skin, "Please don't ever hide it, especially from me."

My heart fluttered from his praise and the song that kept emanating from what seemed to be the very depths of my soul into him. By ways unbeknownst to me, I managed to push him back lightly. "Stop it before I don't let you leave until summer vacation."

"That would be both good and bad." He said with a smile that was shadowed by something else.

I did not want to continue to see that haunted look in his eyes and my desire to find a way to kill Voldemort strengthened tenfold. I did not let myself follow his motions as he moved away and started to gather his clothes. I busied myself doing the same thing sighing as no more muscles screamed at me to not stand up.

"Gabby..."

I heard his voice and turned. I saw he was staring at the other side of the room. I gaped as I looked at the Mirror of Erised and the different paintings all disappear. Everything seemed to warp and grow fuzzy which made me step closer to Draco uncertain to what was happening.

"I've never been in the Room while it's changed for requirements," he said distantly as things became distinct again.

"Well you got your wish," I said softly as the two of us took in the changes.

The couch and cushion strewm marble floor was now cleared and sparkled in the sun. The Mirror was replaced by hooks which sported two full Hogwarts uniforms that looked suspiciously like just our sizes while the book shelves were replaced by a row of elegant looking shower stall with huge white towels hanging from hooks on their frosted glass doors.

"Thank the sky for the Room of Requirement," he said making me jump a little.

With laid-back expression on his face but deep warmth radiating from his blue eyes he smiled at me. Before I could stop myself I stood on my toes and kissed him dumping what clothes I had managed to gather on the floor so I could hug his body against mine. I felt him do the same if not something similar as his arms wrapped around my frame and one hand with slender fingers tangled in my hair. Every place our skin touched, whether it was my breasts crushed against his chest or the butterfly touches that were his eyelashes against my face, burned with fire and blared with that ever-constant melody that ripped through my veins.

We pulled almost simultaneously and just smiled at each other.

Draco was the one that broke the silence, "Well, Miss Knight," he had the craftiest grin on his face, all fear and dread forgotten for the moment, "would you care to take a shower with me. I think my hands would be very capable in cleansing you of any unwanted defilement."

I cocked an eyebrow at him and swiftly detangled myself from him. "Haven't you had your fair share of this yet?"

With a derisive toss of my hair I stepped behind a shower door making sure to swing my hips just to torment him. I felt ridiculous but I was not sure if I looked ridiculous. I glanced at the inside of the washing place but its splendor and convenient supplies of different soaps and things were lost when I heard him sigh resignedly.

I peeked out from behind the door just enough to show that I watched him. I was rewarded with a sight that I probably would never forget and was to glorious to describe. But then I shook my head slightly trying to get myself to focus.

"Well?" I demanded smiling seductively, "Are you coming or am I going to have to drag you in here?"

*******Author's Note*******

I don't know what to say. Turned into more than it was supposed to be. It usually does. Planning doesn't ever do me much good. *sigh*

Hoped you liked it.

To anyone and everyone who stuck it out to the end and is reading this now, thank you. (though I'm not quite done)