Hermione was exhausted; the lessons where intense today. Even someone as studious as her could only take so much! She could hear a gentle but persistent drumming in her head. All she wanted to do was have a warm bath and curl into bed. Rounds, however decided that going to sleep was the last thing she'd be doing tonight. In fact she wouldn't be doing it at all tonight, for rounds only finished at 1am. Being Prefect is a pain in the neck. She sighed and made her way to the Gryffindor dorms to drop her stuff off. Ron had been acting strange all day, being snappy and impatient so Hermione decided she wasn't going to wait for him so they could do rounds together. If that's how he wants to be he can do them by himself was her opinion.
Draco was restless. It was 12 o'clock and he couldn't get to sleep. He decided to take a walk around the castle, clear his head. He fingered the dark mark on his cheek and gasped, it was still raw. He withdrew his hand quickly not wanting to irritate it. Sighing to himself, he gracefully fell to the floor resting on the cool, hard stone. Closing his eyes he just lay there, thinking.
Tired and fed up. You wouldn't have thought that Ginger moron would have been able to make walking around the castle interesting but as Hermione walked alone she was starting to wish she had waited for Ron; even if he was sulking. She had half an hour to go. So far the only people she'd seen was a couple in serious oxygen dept on the second floor and a 1st year boy who'd apparently got lost and had decided to keep himself occupied till he was found. An explicit scene that she had not planned that evening. Seemed like the entire world was thinking about was sex. Suddenly she was over whelmed by a terrifying thought. Shock... horror... distraught...
What if someone was having sex in the library!
Surprisingly she was only round the corner so she dashed towards it praying, hoping. Those poor books the smell of animalistic passion would be engraved into their pages for weeks. She sighed in content. After a quick look around her concluded no one was there. 10 minutes to go, but after the short sprint Hermione no longer felt tired. Suddenly a thought started to lead her feet and she was off down the corridors, she knew somewhere she would enjoy.
Footsteps. Draco glanced around and realised they were heading this way. The last thing he wanted was to get detention of horrible Mcgonagall. He scampered off behind one of the pillars waiting for her to walk out of sight. Then suddenly they stopped. Shit, she's seen me, he thought. He peered around, surprised to find Granger. She had stopped and was now staring at the wall in front of her. He'd always know she was bonkers. Then she started walking past it. One... Two... It was the room of requirements! Three... The door appeared and she glanced around. Draco ducked back behind the pillar, having even less of a desire to be spotted by Granger then he had of Mcgonagall.
The room of requirements. Anything you wanted it to be. Standing in the centre she turned slowly glancing at its beautiful interior. But it was no longer a room. No it was a garden on the schools rooftops. She was standing in a circular, white gazebo. And as she looked around her she felt as if she was floating, drifting in the cool breeze as the moon glistened down on her from above. Fur elise drifted through the sky as if the stars themselves pleaded with her to dance. Not wishing to disappoint, she gently closed her eyes and began to gently dance around the space. One two three, one two three...
He looked around confused. Where was he? He'd never known the room to turn into anything but a room but here he stood in a garden. Music playing softly. When he'd wished to follow her he had no idea that it would actually work and now he was here he was unsure of what he wanted to do. He had no invisibility cloak, he couldn't hide. Carelessly he'd left his wand, so he was unable to cast any spells. But as he looked around while curiosity curled its way around his body he spotted her. She was dancing, and as much as he wanted to point and laugh he couldn't bring himself to do it. For she moved with such grace and elegance; smooth as a feline on the hunt for prey. He watched in awe as her uniform transformed into this simple white gown. In shimmered in the glow; hugging her body as if it were her lost lover. He looked and realised he had been moving towards her. Realised he was still moving towards her. Until he was standing inches away moving with her.
Hermione was barely aware of the dress that now slid down her body. Wishing she could experience this with someone, someone who would hold her and dance with her. She felt and hand slide around her waist moving the small of her back and another gently reaching for her hand. She never knew the room could conjure up imaginary senses. So she didn't feel alone. It felt so real, she relaxed and sighed into the touch she thought may be hers and hers alone.
What was he doing? Holding her, he looked down on her slight frame. Touching her he seized with desire yet wanted to throw her away with disgust. Her scent was intoxicating yet filled his stomach with hatred. This wasn't right. He shouldn't be here. So why couldn't he stop?