a/n: well this proves how stupid i am.i was sorting through my computer files and in my folder for this story i found this chapter.i have no idea when i wrote it or why i never posted it.so if you're wondering why harry and draco arranged to meet and never did, then blame my memory and my stupidity.so please read and review and tell me whether i made a mistake posting it when i should have just deleted it.

Room of requirement

Tick tock tick tock.slower and slower the seconds drag on.

Seven hours until I see him again.

What will we do? What will the room become? My fantasy or his?

Six hours till I feel his touch again. I wonder if he has the same excited feeling in his stomach.

Five hours. His yummy lips that taste of cherries, I'll greet them, and make them mine.

Four, three, two, one hour. One hour until I feel his sexy green eyes upon my body.

Thirty minutes, fifteen. I better leave now. I haven't eaten much for dinner. Oh well my hunger is not for food, its for him.

Waiting outside the seemingly empty wall. Footsteps, are they his?

They're getting louder; I see his ruffled black hair, his hunched figure. I smile at him.

We kiss. There I am, soaring above the clouds, that happy, warm feeling bursting inside of me. I pull back, he smirks playfully and a large oak door appears.

He gestures me to enter. I'm shocked by what I see.

A massive room filled with green and red chairs, pillows, and the focal point of the room, a grand wooden four-poster bed. Decked with gold and silver hangings, green tassels and red sumptuous pillows.

I feel his hands slip around my waist. I look around at him, amazed.

He grins playfully, and pulls me towards him.

We kiss for eternity, my heart flying a million miles away from my body, my mind skimming the sky in excitement, my tongue wrestling with the giant sea monster that he controls.

But he breaks the connection, my heart falls back into my chest with a thud, my mind pulled back into my head dazed, my tongue lost and lonely.

He grabs the collar of my robes and tugs. It falls gracefully to the floor.

I yank his; I throw it roughly to the corner. We continue like this until we are both naked. He runs his thin fingers through my silky, smooth, blonde hair. I kiss his neck, he groans in pleasure. I push him onto the bed, and jump on next to him.

He takes control. He climbs onto me this time. Running his fingers gently down my spine, sending shivers through my skin. He kisses the back of my neck, electricity courses through me, I moan, I want him to do it again. He toys with me, waiting until I can't take the suspense any longer.

He finally enters me; it feels so right, so natural, so meant to be.

My breathing is becoming ragged. I want him; he goes in and out of me slowly at first and then gathering speed.

Its torture, he knows what I want and he's using it to torture me.

He gets faster and faster, he caresses my penis, I know I'm going to come soon, so is he. He comes first, filling me with his sperm.

It makes me ejaculate too. He starts again but he doesn't play this time.

He gets straight into it. We both release our stuff at least four times until he falls back exhausted. We look into each other's eyes and giggle. It's already nine pm.

We saunter back to our common rooms, reminiscing on what we'd done.

Neither of us can sleep.

When will we do it again?

a/n: so was it worth posting or should i have just deleted it?please review and tell me, orr just review and say how stupid i am.if you do the second i will agree with you because i really am utterly hopeless.