CHAPTER FOURTY-SEVEN

The Room of Enchantment

Harry was nervous. But it was the good kind of nervous. He knew that no matter what happened, he'd be spending the night with Eva. However, he suddenly wished he had more time to prepare for tonight. Maybe he should have brought her flowers from the greenhouse or some chocolates from Honeydukes. He felt odd meeting her empty-handed.

Dumbledore led him down the stairs and through the trapdoor to the kitchen. Dobby was quick to meet him and looking somewhat on the normal side in a pink turtleneck. However, he didn't realize that he was supposed to roll the neck down and instead wore it up high so that the sweater stuck to the bottom of his chin.

"Sirs!" Dobby squeaked. "Just in time! Mr. Lupin and Miss Eva has just arrived, sirs!"

"Thank you, Dobby," Dumbledore said. He followed the house-elf into the main part of the kitchen, past the deserted hearths and to the other side. Harry was at his heels, feeling nervous.

The truth was that he didn't come up with his brilliant plan until earlier that day when he was daydreaming in Potions class. He had just planned to sneak her into his dormitory again, which didn't seem like a very romantic place to spend Valentine's Day. But where else could he be with her in secret?

And then it came to him: the Room of Requirement. Not only was it closer to the kitchens than Gryffindor Tower, but it was more private. There was less chance of the two of them getting caught together. In fact, if Harry thought hard enough while pacing back and forth along the seventh floor corridor, he could come up with all sorts of items he required for his big night with Eva.

His big night. Was it really happening? Even though they had never spoken of consummating their relationship, Harry had picked up a few hints from Eva along the way. She was, after all, nearly two years older than him. Maybe she expected it from him. It was something two people did when they were in love.

But whatever unfolded in the night to come, Harry wanted to make it special. He wanted it to be unforgettable.

He found himself blushing when Dobby paused at a hidden stone door. Using some unseen magic, he merely waved his hand in the air and the heavy door opened. A few other house-elves, presumably standing guard, quickly filed out of the room. Dobby gestured for Dumbledore and Harry to enter.

Harry gasped when he saw her. She was wearing a black top that was cut to fall just off her shoulders, exposing bare flesh and her collarbones and the scar from the attack. Her skirt was made of a dark red material, covered with a thin layer of black lace. Her face was a bit paler than usual, but her cheeks had more red in them. Her eyes were painted a smoky gray, her lips a deep red to match her skirt. Her dark hair was pulled back in a high ponytail that swung from shoulder to shoulder when she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She was wearing a pointy pair of black heels. Harry couldn't hide his smile—he could tell she was uncomfortable in them.

"Miss Finnegan, you look marvelous," Dumbledore greeted. He reached for her hand and kissed it. "I think you've left poor Harry speechless."

Harry did find that he was at a loss for words. Both Remus and the headmaster were staring at him intently to see his response. Eva, however, was sheepishly studying the floor.

"Er… Well… I…"

"I think he's just proven your point," Remus laughed. He shook Dumbledore's hand. "Thanks for letting us come here, Albus. We don't know what we'd do without you." He spoke for Eva because it appeared that she, too, was at a loss for words.

"It's no trouble," Dumbledore replied. "Just be back here by noon tomorrow morning." He glanced over at Harry. "And not a minute after."

Harry found his voice. "Yes sir."

Dumbledore nodded to each of them, and then turned to leave the hidden room. "I'm afraid must get back to my own Valentine's celebration. Stay out of trouble," he warned with a twinkle in his eye as he disappeared back into the main room of the kitchen.

"And I'd better go and start my celebration," Remus announced, adjusting his tie. Harry realized that he was dressed up too, and was carrying a small box of some sort beneath his coat. Jewelry, perhaps?

Oh god, I should have brought her something, Harry thought.

"I say, Harry," Remus said, examining him closely, "is that my shirt?"

"Oh… er, yes, it is." His face grew even redder as he realized how ridiculous he must look coming to meet Eva, who looked positively gorgeous, in a navy blue shirt and black pants that didn't match.

"What are you doing in my shirt?" Remus questioned. "Never mind. I don't have time for questions." He quickly made his way over to the door. "Now, you two know the drill. Don't let anyone see you from now until noon and you'll be just fine. And I know that tonight is very special… Valentine's night and everything… but behave."

Harry thought he was quite serious when he stated the last part, but then he smiled, and left the room taking long strides and whistling an old love song. And there Harry was, alone, with the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen in his life. And she was all his.

For some reason, he couldn't seem to look her in the eyes. Instead, he was studying her body. The length of the skirt ended just above her knees, and curved in all the right places. The blouse left part of her abdomen exposed when she nervously clasped her hands behind her back, thrusting her upper body forward and exposing even more of her flesh for Harry to see.

"You… You look beautiful," Harry breathed. He took a step towards her, afraid that if he got to close she might shatter—or worse, vanish.

"Thanks. So do you," Eva replied. "I mean, y-you look handsome."

Harry laughed, and it seemed to put her at ease. So she was just as nervous as he was. Eva was carrying a bag that Harry didn't notice before. She rifled through it and pulled out a small box wrapped in brown packaging. "I brought you something…"

"I didn't get you anything," Harry interrupted quickly, feeling stupid.

"It's not from me. It's from Fred and George." Eva handed him the package, still not meeting his eyes. "They said not to use them all in one night," she said with a shrug.

Harry took it from her and carefully unwrapped it. When he saw what the box was, he gasped and quickly shoved it inside his pants pocket.

"What is it?" Eva questioned.

"Er… Nothing. Just… Just a gag from the joke shop."

Condoms. It was condoms!

Harry couldn't have felt any more embarrassed at that point. He knew it was just a horrible joke, but it still made him uneasy. How could they do this to him? And if the night continued on this embarrassing path he couldn't see it leading into the direction he hoped it would. He wanted her, didn't he? Why were things so awkward?

"Why is this so bloody uncomfortable?" Eva said suddenly, mirroring his thoughts. "Is it all because of this Valentine's Day rubbish?"

Harry smiled sheepishly. "Must be."

"Well, let's just forget that it's Valentine's Day and forget that I'm wearing far too much makeup and pretend it's some other day of the year." She took a step forward so that she was standing directly in front of Harry, then wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her, kissing him. Harry's hands circled her waist as his lips pressed against her own.

When they separated, Eva smiled brightly at him. "I've been waiting a whole month to do that again."

"Me too." Harry kept one arm around her waist. That action alone seemed to wake him up inside. Tonight was for Eva. She was all that mattered. Whether they spent the night in each other's arms or in the throws of passion, he didn't care. It was time to put his brilliant plan into action. "Ready to go up?"

She nodded. Harry led her through the main kitchen and to the stairwell that was on the other side of the wall with the portrait of the fruit. He took the invisibility cloak and map out of his bag. He spoke the incantation to activate the Marauder's Map and studied it. The corridor was deserted at the moment, but they'd have to be careful. Curfew wasn't for another ten minutes.

Harry threw the invisibility cloak over both of them. "Lumos!" he hissed. A light appeared at the tip of his wand. He used it to take one last glance at the map, then opened the portrait door. "Be careful," he whispered to Eva, "and stay close."

The lights in the hallway were enough for Harry to see where he was going. He quickly snuffed out his wand and led Eva over to the stairs. He slipped his wand into his pocket and pulled out the map again, making sure they weren't going to run into anyone. As they climbed their way to the seventh floor, a third-year from Ravenclaw came running down the stairs. Eva gasped. Harry pulled her to the rail for safety, but the student passed without even so much as a second glance.

By the time they made it from the kitchen to the seventh floor, they were both out of breath. Eva had clasped onto Harry's hand at some point during their journey, and he wasn't about to let go. Instead, he pulled her down the corridor, turned around, and paced the other way.

"Are you mad?" Eva whispered. "Harry, what are you doing?"

"You'll see," Harry replied with a grin. There was a stream of ideas running through his head. Flowers. Tulips. No, roses. Didn't they always have a trail of rose petals on the bed on television? And they would need a bed, for sure. But if Harry opened the door to the room and there was only a bed inside, what kind of romantic plan was that? It might even offend Eva. And what about something to eat? He was rather hungry.

But would the room really change to accommodate Harry? He hoped so. Really, he just needed a place for the two of them to spend the night. It didn't need to be romantic. Could the room tell the difference between wants and needs? Harry couldn't be sure.

He checked his watch. The door had better appear soon or else they'd be caught in the dark. Curfew was only moments away.

Harry heard Eva gasp. She tugged on his hand and pointed to a door. "That door… It just came out of nowhere. What is it?"

Harry grinned. "It's our room." He gave one last glance in either direction, then quietly opened the door and pulled Eva inside, not quite sure what to expect.

When he yanked the door shut behind them, they were engrossed in total darkness. For a moment, Harry thought that maybe the room had it wrong, and they only required a pitch-black closet. However, the room slowly started getting lighter. Suddenly, there was a hearth with a fire glowing inside of it, growing brighter by the second. On the opposite end of the room, a candle wick ignited and the room was filled with the scent of something sweet. Another candle was lit, and there was a quiet hissing noise as a line of votives lit up in succession around the entire room.

Even Harry felt his breath catch in his throat as he studied the room surrounding him. There was a table for two on one side of the room, with a platter in the center of the table, covered by a metallic dome. The china was shining in the candlelight, along with the rings around the cloth napkins on either side of the table. On the opposite end of the room, in front of the fire, there was a red package tied up with a glittering bow. Harry had no idea what was inside of it, which made him somewhat nervous. It was too large to be something simple like jewelry.

And in the center of the room, pushed against the furthest wall, was a king-sized bed. A cream-colored velvet comforter was draped over it. There were a half of a dozen giant pillows at the head of the bed, making it look quite comfortable and inviting.

There was no way Harry thought of everything in this room. He knew there had to be some other kind of magic at work.

Coming to his senses, Harry quickly slipped out of the invisibility cloak and unveiled Eva. She looked completely surprised.

"This… This is amazing," Eva stammered. "Did you… plan this just for me?"

"Kind of," Harry replied. Which was the truth.

"This is absolutely enchanting. Harry, I don't know what to say."

"Say you're hungry." Harry grinned at her. He took her by both hands and led her to the table. He pulled out her chair and gestured for her to sit down. Eva sat gingerly, still looking around the room in awe. Harry took the ring off of her napkin and unfolded it in her lap, then pushed her chair in towards the table.

"I can't believe you did this for me," Eva continued. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome." Harry slipped into the chair across from her and put his napkin in his lap as well. "But I don't know if you'll be thanking me once you see what we're having." It would be a surprise for him as well. Harry leaned across the circular table and carefully pulled the silver dome off the center platter. Beneath it was a huge stack of steaming Belgian waffles, piled high with whipped cream and strawberries. Harry stared at the plate, confused. Was this really his idea of a gourmet meal?

"How did you know?" Eva asked incredulously.

"Know what?"

"Waffles are my favorite food," she replied. "I could eat them for every meal."

"Lucky guess," Harry said with a wink. This was working out much better than he ever could have planned. "There's a lot of them. Hope you're hungry."

"I actually am," Eva said with a smile. "I rushed to the Burrow after work, and I only had time to change before coming here." She helped herself to one of the fluffy waffles and then put one on Harry's plate. "You're scoring major points tonight, Harry. This is the nicest thing anyone's done for me," she said quietly.

Harry scooted his chair closer to her, and with a great deal of courage, whispered in her ear. "I intend to make it a night we'll both remember."

Eva looked bashfully down at her plate. Harry thought for one horrifying moment that he had ruined everything with such a line. However, Eva's hand moved from the tabletop to Harry's lap, and she gently stroked the inside of his thigh with her fingertips. "I'd like that."

After a dinner filled with awkward silences and more than a few laughs, Harry was feeling much better about the night to come. He was left wondering if there was something in the syrup that had made him feel more relaxed and warm. He'd unbuttoned the top of Remus's shirt long ago and was tempted to remove it completely. Eva even had more color in her cheeks as Harry brought her over to the fireplace. They both sat down on the soft carpeting that was in front of the hearth.

"I thought you said you didn't get me anything," Eva said, her eyes sparkling in the firelight.

Harry grinned. "Must have slipped my mind." He was hoping that it wasn't a gift like the one he received from the twins, which would be useful, yet most definitely give the wrong impression. "Go on, open it." He pushed the package toward her.

It was wrapped in brilliant red paper, but Eva took no notice, and ripped into it quite recklessly. She seemed to enjoy tearing away at the package. She opened the box top to reveal a silver scarf made of fine silk. The material was thick, but nearly translucent. The edges were embroidered with a short length of fringe. "Harry, it's gorgeous," she gushed, pressing the material against her cheek. "It's so soft."

She took one end and draped it around Harry's bare neck and pulled him close for a deep, sensual kiss. He could taste sweet strawberries and peppermint tea on her lips as his hands caressed her entire body. No sooner had he found the hem of her shirt to lift it over her head when he was suddenly pushed backwards onto the rug with Eva straddling him. The scarf was long forgotten as she pulled her blouse over her head, revealing her naked breasts. She leaned over and kissed his neck, trailing down to his chest as her hands went to work on unbuttoning his shirt.

Harry practically tore at the buttons himself as he lay flat on his back. The rational part of him wanted to slow down, to be gentle, to really make the moment special. However, raw physical attraction was overpowering his senses as he gazed into Eva's eyes and let his hands travel to her bottom where he found her skirt's zipper.

I'm ready.

Harry jumped. Eva didn't seem to notice. She was concentrating so intently on his eyes that her entire surroundings were oblivious. That thought—had it come from her?

I love you, Harry.

And because he couldn't help himself, he answered her. "I love you too."

Eva looked a little alarmed, but before she could give it another thought he had slipped her skirt past her knees. In one fluid motion, Harry flipped Eva over so that he could stand up and quickly pulled her to her feet. He took her hand and led her over to the bed, only footsteps away. She sat at the edge, her naked skin glowing, as Harry quickly undid his belt buckle and his black pants slid to the hardwood floor with a metallic clunk.

Eva reached out and pulled Harry closer. Her soft hands touched the tender flesh on his chest. He winced, but the pain only pushed him forward into her. He laid her back on the bed, not bothering to turn down the covers, and kissed her feverishly. His kisses moved from her lips to her neck at the beginning of her scar, then down to her breasts. He could hear her heart beating swiftly as his tongue found her nipple. She gasped and writhed at the sensation. Harry lingered at her breasts as his hands caressed their way further down her body. He hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and gently pulled them down her thighs, past her knees, and finally slipped them off her body, letting them fall wherever they happened to land.

He took a moment to study her now that she was completely undressed. Her cheeks were red and so was her skin where Harry's lips had touched her. Her breasts heaved at every breath with the moon guide hanging on the chain between them. She was more than ready for him.

Harry thought he would burst as he nearly ripped his boxer shorts from his own body. He could feel the warmth from the fireplace on his bare back as he moved closer to her hips, anxious to give Eva all the pleasure she deserved.

Suddenly, she sat up and shook her head. "You've done enough already," she whispered, smiling. She put her hands on Harry's shoulders and pushed him back down onto the velvety bed. The light from the hearth danced wildly in her blue eyes as she kissed him deeply, leaving him breathless as she went further down on his body, leaving her own trail of kisses.

Harry moaned as her lips found what they were looking for. He was in complete ecstasy from Eva's actions. He watched as she moved on him and had to close his eyes because the sight of her was enough to finish him off. What he felt was overwhelming enough.

Eva seemed to sense this. She backed off and sat up, then got on her knees on either side of Harry's thighs. She took a deep breath and guided herself until she was on top of him, then slowly lowered her body onto his. Her eyes glazed over in rapture as she slowly moved back and forth.

Harry placed a palm on either side of her hips and helped to guide her motions. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Her breasts shifted and her dark curls bounced with every movement. Her lips curved into a slight "O" as she moaned incoherently. Harry arched his back to meet her at every stroke. He lifted a hand up to her chest, cupping one breast. This threw her over the edge and she tightened around him, screaming his name. Harry couldn't hold back any longer and succumbed to his passion. He exploded inside of her and Eva called out for him again, writhing in pleasure.

Eva collapsed on top of him, her chest heaving. She was still breathless as she whispered his name and closed her eyes. Harry couldn't help but grin as he gently rubbed her back, letting his hand trail downwards to small of her back. He gently kissed her forehead and brushed a few stray strands of hair away from her face.

"I love you, Eva."

(A/N: I know, I know. Again, Harry is all virginal so he shouldn't be a master in the bedroom. But whatever. It's my story. P Oh, and even though I didn't put it in there, they used protection. Safe sex everyone!)