[A/N: So, someone asked me if I was going to write about the first three years along with this series. The answer is, definitely yes to the third year. The jury is out on years one and two though. Maybe if you bug enough I will…]

"So he asked you to find a place to have a place to have your late anniversary celebration and you picked the room of requirement, why?" Hermione asked.

"Because it's easy," I said. "I don't have to decorate anything. All I have to do is food and since I know Dobby I've got that covered."

"Sounds more like you're being lazy than anything else," Ginny put in.

I scoffed. "So, I cut a few corners."

"I assume you know what happens when you cut corners," Ginny said.

"And do you know what happens when you assume?" I asked.

"Enlighten me," Ginny replied.

"You make an ass out of-."

"Alright, children. That's quite enough," Hermione said. "Don't you guys have a Quidditch match this Saturday? Are you excited?

"Sure," I replied. "Maybe I'll 'accidentally' hit Umbridge with my bludger and get thrown off the team. That sure would make me happy."

"Probably not the best idea," Ginny said unsurely.

"You're right," I said. "With my reputation they'll toss me on Azkaban for attempted murder."

"I'm surprised they didn't after what happened to Draco," Hermione said.

"I seriously believed he might break up with me for that," I said.

"Yeah, let Dean hit me with a bludger," Ginny said. "I envy yours and Draco's dedication to each other. I do, honestly."

"Really, why?" I asked.

"Because you've been together over a year and you still act like it's fun and new," Ginny said.

"Is that really what you think?" I asked.

"It's what everyone thinks. You're disgusting," Hermione said. "You're like Heidi Klum and Seal."

"Who?" I asked. "Are they muggles?"

"Yeah. . . Let me rethink. . . You're like. . . David and Victoria Beckham," Hermione said.

"Oh, right!" I said. "They're hot."

I didn't think I'd worn a ponytail for any type of special occasion since I'd gotten rid of my pigtails half way through third year.

I remembered that it was on Draco's recommendation that I do that because he said it made me look more grown up.

I walked down to the fifth floor and saw Draco sitting on the stairs, a neatly wrapped present sitting next to him.

"Well, don't you look. . . gorgeous," he said.

I smiled. "You look rather dashing yourself."

"Why thank you," he said. "Now where are we going?"

"That I can't tell you," I said. I held up a blindfold. "It's a secret place and I'm already going to get flogged by a lot of people for even bringing you here."

"I don't know, Hannah. I kind of like where this is going," Draco said as I blindfolded him.

"You said that same thing when I handcuffed you over the summer, remember?" I asked.

"Vaguely," he replied, grimacing.

"Now, if I were you, I'd stop being so suggestive and just do what I say," I said.

"Now you're being the suggestive one," Draco replied.

I rolled my eyes as I pulled him down the hall to where the Room of Requirement made itself visible.

I opened the door and everything was just as it should've been. I'd been down earlier to drop off food and Draco's gift and it was all there.

I closed the door behind me and took the blindfold off Draco.

"Whoa. . . What is this place?" Draco asked.

"It's called the Room of Requirement. If you need it, you'll find it for pretty much everything. Need a brook closet to hide from Filch? Or maybe you happen to be passing by when you really need to use the Lou," I said.

"Where is it?" Draco asked.

"Here on the fifth floor, but I won't tell you where and I can't tell you anymore," I said. "And promise me you won't go snooping around for it or telling any teachers or any of your little friends where it is?"

"I promise," he said giving me a kiss.

"Good," I said.

"So this room can give you anything you want?" Draco asked.

"Pretty much as long as you think it up," I said.

"So, let's say I thought up. . . Lindsay Lohan, naked, doing a crab walk," Draco started.

I didn't wait for him to finish his thought and kicked him in the shins.

"Does that answer your question?" I asked.

"Yeah, it sure does," he said as he hopped around on one foot. "I love your tenacity, by the way."

"I know," I said.

Draco and I joked around for a while we ate dinner, and finally it was time that I gave him his gift.

"It's a book," he said feeling the wrapping.

"Yep," I said. "And I'll give you a hint. It's not 101 Ways to Please Your Woman."

"Yeah. I'm already quite good at that aren't I?" Draco asked. I blushed as he opened. "A scrap book. . . Pictures from the Yule Ball and your birthday. . . You've even got all those corny love letters I wrote you. . . And the article the Rita Skeeter wrote on your birthday. Now I feel like my gift pales in comparison."

He handed me the small, neatly wrapped box.

I pulled the paper off and it was a small, white, jewelry box.

"I thought we agreed you wouldn't go over board," I said.

"I didn't," he said. "I saw how the heart of the ocean freaked you out and freaked everyone else, and then with the gift I got you for Christmas while obviously not nearly as extravagant as the heart of the ocean, left my parents a bit concerned."

"I can't imagine why," I said.

"Well you're you, Hannah. My parents don't like you very much and they can't fathom why I like you so much. They don't understand why I go so far out of my way do all of these crazy things for you when, not too long ago, I would be content with your lack of existence and. . ." Draco paused. "Just open it. It's for the bracelet I got you last year."

I lifted the lid open and inside was a small silver charm of a life boat.

"You told me not to go overboard," he said.

I chuckled. "Did you think that up all by yourself?"

"Yes, I did," he said proudly. "And. . . I wanted to tell you something."

"What?" I asked as I clipped the charm to my bracelet.

". . . You're incredibly special to me, you know that? I would do anything for you, and these past few months I'm sure you know we gotten more serious, possibly more serious than we ought to," he said.

"True," I said.

"I've done things with you that I would never in a million years do with another girl and. . . I know I only allowed myself to do those things because. . . I'm in love with you, Hannah," he said. "I don't want you to say anything. Not yet because, and I know this sounds stupid, I literally sat in my room and thought about it for days before I worked up the courage to tell you this and I don't want you to say this just because I said it or because you feel like you have to."

". . . Okay," I said. I was completely stunned. I had never seen Draco so honest and I hadn't expected this.

". . . It's getting late. It'll look bad if I'm out of bed after curfew, and gallivanting around with you no less," he said.

"Why, because I'm a criminal?" I asked.

"No, because I'm a prefect and you're a trouble maker," he said. He kissed my cheek. ". . . I love you."

I smiled at him. ". . . Thank you."

"You told him thank you?" Hermione asked. "He said he loved you and you told him 'thank you'? I know it's Draco Malfoy but you couldn't have said more. . . more. . ."

"Constructive?" Harry laughed.

"It's not funny, Harry," I said. "This is serious."

"It's pretty funny," he said. "It's not funny that he loves you. It's funny that you said thank you."

"Do you love him back?" Ron asked.

I shrugged. "I have no basis for comparison. I don't know. I know I like him a lot and most of the time he's all I can think about. I'm always so happy to be with him and around him, but. . . Is that love?" I asked.

"I don't know," Hermione replied.

I sighed. "It's times like this that I wish I had a mum to answer questions like this for me," I said.

". . . Well. . . We don't have a mum but. . . I bet Tonks could give you some helpful insight," Harry said.

". . . You don't think she'd tell Sirius do you? He's just coming to terms with the fact that I'm even dating the boy," I said.

"I'm sure she'll understand that she shouldn't tell Sirius," he said. "And any, I'm not going to sit down here and talk to you about it."

"I know, because you don't give a lovely shit about Draco or his feelings," I said.

"Correct. Goodnight," he said. Harry got up from the couch and walked upstairs, with Ron following closely behind.

"I know I don't like Draco either but, you seem to for some odd reason," Hermione said. "And apparently he really cares about – he loves you apparently. I don't talk to him so I don't know him very well but I feel like he wouldn't say something like that if he didn't mean it. So, you shouldn't say it if you don't mean it."