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Argus Filch had a habit of being in unexpected places, James Potter reflected as he dashed through the seventh floor corridor. Quite what he was doing at midnight waiting outside the Gryffindor common rooms was beyond James. If only I hadn't given my invisibility cloak to Sirius, James thought to himself. Of course he hadn't expected to stay up so late with Narcissa or he might have asked for it back. And now Argus Filch was on his tail and James felt convinced that he was going to end up running into that damned cat if he kept going in this direction. What he needed was somewhere to hide. The classrooms would be locked, but even as he thought it James saw a small doorway in the alcove of the wall, looking behind him briefly he darted over and pulled the door open. A broom cupboard…"This'll have to do", James muttered, hoping that Filch would bypass the door in his rush.

Within minutes the sound of Filch's shoes paced by the doorway, "I know you're here Potter I saw you running this way," he muttered. James held his breath and willed the unwanted janitor away and…it worked, after a few minutes the Janitor let out a curse and hastened away in another direction. James stayed listening at the door, convinced that the tiresome Janitor must be waiting outside to catch him. Jeez its cold in here, he shivered, I could really do with a jacket, even as he thought it though the cupboard seemed to grow a little and suddenly he felt material brush his face. That was weird, he thought to himself as he grabbed the heavy fur lined jacket…that definitely wasn't there a minute ago. But how had it appeared there, James wondered, Magic? No, he hadn't cast a spell he had simply wanted to be warmer. So what do I want, he questioned…a room and even as the though formed in his mind the once small broom cupboard opened up before his eyes.

Yes, he thought, this definitely has possibilities.


Narcissa Malfoy looked in the mirror as she dragged her brush through her hair for what seemed like the thousandth time. She sighed; no matter how much she tried her hair would never be as full and wavy as her sisters' hair. Then she smiled, remembering how James had once commented that her hair was like the sun and how for once she was glad to be nothing like her sisters.

Suddenly the door to her dorm burst open and two of her…house mates walked in, their laughter suddenly died as they saw her. At one point such behaviour would have upset Narcissa, but recently she had stopped caring. James had made her realise that real friends don't care about family allegiances or who you are dating. So she put her brush down, took one last look in the mirror and walked out the room, ignoring the glares she was getting.

Making her way out of the common room, she found herself smiling as she saw the dark haired boy leaning casually against a portrait. And as James smiled back at her she could feel her heart skip a beat.

"Do you have any idea how suspicious you look, standing here by yourself, Potter," she commented.

"Maybe I'm waiting for a beautiful woman."

"Oh, should I just go then?" She replied, pretending to walk away.

"Cissa it's this way," James said, pulling aside the portrait he had been leaning on to reveal a rather large passageway. Narcissa had to roll her eyes, more secret passageways.

"So where are we going tonight James?" She asked as she climbed into the hole, "You said you had somewhere you wanted to show me?"

"I do, I found this place the other night whilst escaping Filch. It's…different, I want you to see it."

After wandering through a series of passages Narcissa found herself emerging on the seventh floor. When James jumped out, he started pacing up and down the corridor.

"James, what are you doing?" But even as she asked, a door emerged from the wall in front of her eyes. "What…what just happened."

"Welcome," James said as he opened the wide oak door, "to the room of wanting. The room that will make all of your wishes come true."

The room itself was amazing. The walls were painted a dark crimson, the floor was a dark wood, and various candles of varying size were scattered across it. In the centre of the room was an intimate table and chairs.

"I wanted something romantic, this seems somewhat excessive," muttered James as he surveyed the room.

It was amazing Narcissa wanted to say, "I don't understand, what is this place? How is it here?"

"It's the room of wanting, when you walk past it three times and think about what you want and it appears."

"The room of wanting?"

"What? I named it myself"

Of course he did, Narcissa thought to herself, "remind me to never let you name anything" she said as she circled the room

"What if we had kids?"

"Draco for a boy, Lyra for a girl" she responded without even thinking about it.

"Draco? Are you serious? I mean Lyra's not that bad I suppose but Draco?"

"I like the name Draco, besides it's a constellation, in-keeping with family traditions and all that," she said ignoring James' laughter. "What would you call out fictitious children then?"

"I don't know something simple like Charlie or…Harry or something. Anyway why are talking about our imaginary children?"

Narcissa was about to respond scathingly but before she could James reached over and kissed her. The kiss was fierce and passionate and almost hungry, the force of it pushed Narcissa to the wall. Breathless, she put up her hand to push James away. "Perhaps we should move this over there," she said, nodding her head to chairs settled at the side of the room. Even as she said it she could feel her heart skip, before with James they had always been in too public a setting for anything serious. But now they were alone, no one was going to interrupt them and Narcissa was nervous.

And then James was kissing her again. His hands were under her shirt and she could feel herself pull him closer. He stopped them that time, sitting up he shook his head.

"I don't want to pressure you into anything Cissa, this room…this isn't what I meant it to be for. I just wanted to impress you." He flushed then. But James had never really had to impress Narcissa; the fact that he had listened to her and stared at her as if she was the only thing in the world had made Narcissa fall in love with him. Every time she saw James, Narcissa felt that bit happier. And thinking on that made Narcissa's decision in that heartbeat easier. She wanted James to be her first; she wanted him to be a part of her forever. So she kissed him and this time no one stopped. Then her top was gone and James' shirt had come off in the rush of the moment, their skin was warm and feverish. Narcissa could feel the need from James' body, and his hands which had been exploring her suddenly paused as they reached her skirt. Narcissa felt her body arc, betraying her desire and then in a burst of pain they were together completely.

After, Narcissa lay next to James, a blanket covering them both. "When did this change into bed?" Narcissa asked, finally noticing that their settings had changed.

"I think it was at some point after you lost your shirt." James replied, and they were both laughing. After just lying in each other's arms, James asked: "How was it, did it hurt…I know this was your first time?"

She had to think about it before answering. "Yes, at first it hurt. But I knew it would." Bellatrix had told her that much in detail after her own first time, "Otherwise it was…perfect. Because it was with you."

"It was my first time as well, I know you never asked, but I wanted you to know."

"I can't believe we just did this" she admitted, still smiling. "This is the first time I've done something that really breaks the rules. It makes it that bit more fun."

"Aha, I've converted you," he said, smiling as he leant in to kiss her again.

"So what was the plan anyway for this room anyway?" She questioned, nodding to the table and chairs in the middle of the room.

"Well I was thinking of a romantic meal for two at first, but for some reason the room doesn't do food."

"It'll be to do with Gamp's law of elemental transfiguration."

"Huh, okay if you say so," James said as he closed his eyes.

"James you can't go to sleep, we need to go back to our common rooms!"

"Nah, it'll look suspicious if we sneak in now, let's just go to sleep and we can sneak back before everyone wakes up. The room will wake us up"

Already tired, Narcissa found herself agreeing, "fine, but if we sleep in I'm blaming you."

After another pause Narcissa's voice broke the silence, "the room of requirement."

"Nyah?" James muttered incoherently.

"The room, that's what it should be called, the Room of Requirement." And with that, the two of them slept, their bodies curled around each other. Hoping the room would wake them up in time.