"Cora, let me see the note!" Darren demanded the moment Cora walked through the portrait hole. Cora looked at him as though she had no idea what he was talking about. Several Ravenclaws were playing Wizards chess, reading, giggling in a corner, or catching up on homework.

"I thought you were going to stay at breakfast a bit longer," Cora said blandly. Without even looking at him, she started up the staircase to the girls dorm and didn't stop until she was out of sight.
"Look, I'm not trying to be a nuisance!" he called after her, "I just don't want him to hurt you…he's not the kind of person who just spontaneously falls in love…he wants something else."

About thirty minutes after lights were to be out, Cora snuck out of her bed and into the girls' bathroom, changing from her nightgown into jeans and a turquoise tank top. She brushed her hair, her teeth, and didn't bother grabbing her robes. No one would catch her, therefore, no reason to fallow the dress code.

Just before creeping down the stairs, Cora had the oddest sensation that someone was awake in the girls dorm. There was nothing she could do, of course, so she kept walking, hoping whoever it was wouldn't make a fuss.

The school corridors were extremely cold at night. She hadn't taken the liberty in bringing shoes or slippers, which wouldn't have been a bad idea, now that her feet were almost going numb on the marble floors. Shivers were constantly running down her arms and her back, making her hair stand up straight.
After many twists and turns, she found the door that led to what she hoped was the Room of Requirements. Cora wasn't sure how many people knew about this place. Dumbledore had once told her they tried to keep it as unknown as they could, because some students in the past had become obsessed with wants and needs by visiting the room. Cora had only gone there a couple times before, and it was mainly for private lessons with teachers who needed more of a secluded environment for what they were teaching. Reaching out to grab the doorknob, she untucked her hair from behind her ear and put a smile on her face, thinking about what she needed to be behind the door.

Inside, to her surprise, was not what she would expect. She'd been wondering all evening how the room would manifest. But, thankful that it wasn't Draco half naked on a large heart-shaped bed with satin blankets and a disco ball, she stepped into a cozy lounge. A warm fire had heated the room well, and the log cabin walls gave a friendly feel. A long rectangular coffee table sat by a lime green couch. The floor was wood, except for a multi-color oval shaped rug. There was only one problem…no Draco.
A panic came to Cora as she sat down. What if she hadn't hoped for the right thing? Is Draco in some other room waiting for her? Disturbing thoughts of him half naked on a heart shaped bed with satin blankets and a disco ball flooded back into her mind. She made a face and started to slump onto the arm of the couch. When Cora finally located a clock in the room, she discovered it was five minutes after the time she was supposed to be there.

Maybe I have dreamed up the wrong room!She thought, and stood up almost instantly. As her stood up, her shins hit the coffee table, which tumbled onto it's side. At the same exact moment, the door slowly opened. Draco backed into the room, smirking as usual. He turned around and jumped.

"Holy…" he faded out, putting a hand to his chest and giving a nervous scratch. He was still in his robes, but they were extremely tattered, as if he'd just made his way through a cornfield in the pitch black. He was, also, out of breath as he spoke, "Didn't think you'd be here."

"I made a special effort to get out the portrait hole," Cora smiled sheepishly, pulling the coffee table back onto its legs.

"And why would that be?" He bit his lip and pulled off his robes. His style wasn't much different, however, seeing as how he was wearing a black t-shirt and dark muddy green jeans.

"Uh," Cora opened her mouth, thinking quick for a quick cover up, "My roommates were snoring." Draco laughed out loud, which soon made Cora laugh at her own words. Stepping closer and draping his robes on the couch, he took a glance around the room, but his gaze fell back onto Cora.

"So what made you think of this room?" he said, trying to hide his disgust. "I was hoping more for a discoball or something –"

Cora spoke before he could continue, not wanting another image of that room she had thought up, "I was cold."

"You'll be complaining about the heat later," he stepped into her and planted a kiss on her lips, which fumbled to open and kiss him back. The kiss wasn't quite as amazing as the day they had got in a fight, but it still made her muscles tense up excitement. He pushed her just slightly back onto the couch and sat beside her.

"Okay you win!" Cora muffled a sentence between the kisses. After minutes of caressing and lips, they ended up stretched on the couch, Malfoy half way on top of Cora."Squib," Draco muttered breathlessly, his smirk more vibrant than ever. Pushing him back, Cora sat up slightly, propping herself up on her elbow.

"I'm not a Squib!" She stated sharply. His smirk died and his eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"Then…why is this your first year at Hogwarts…even though you're in your fifth year?" he wondered aloud.

"I don't know why, but when I was eleven, my mum spent forever telling me about how excited she was about my Hogwarts letter coming. All day she was checking her watch and making sure windows were open wide, but nothing ever came. I remember how upset she looked, sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea, looking out the window. 'It must be late' she would say, even days after. A week later my mum sent a handwritten letter to Dumbledore and we received one saying I hadn't developed any magic yet. He also said it was nothing to worry about because it's happened before, but my dad was convinced that I was going to inherit the non-magical side of the genes. The next year made me even more doubtful because I still didn't receive a letter, and I didn't get one for three years after that either. But one year, when we'd finally given up, I unexpectedly received my letter. A special note was included that I was to go to Hogwarts early and take private lessons from Dumbledore to get caught up.

"I guess it turned out to be a good thing after all," Cora shrugged, "because now Dumbledore and I are really close.

"Wish I could say that," Draco frowned, "Well, kinda." He added. After a couple moments of silence, he began to smother her with kisses. Cora took her weight off her elbow and lay back down. Malfoy pulled on her lip with his teeth (which Cora thought was really weird) and began to kiss her neck, almost more intent than when he was kissing her mouth. Cora's intense breathing pattern became slower as his ice-cold hand slipped under her shirt and up the side of her stomach. The little voice that wanted her to stop him was overruled by her throbbing heart, which pounded loudly in her ears. He pulled away from her neck as her tugged on her bra strap. A couple awkward seconds went by, the only sounds being their breaths and the flickers of the fireplace. More awkward seconds.

"Come on," he tugged once more, "let's get sweaty."

"I don't know, Draco, I just don't –"
"You do know. You want me. You want to feel my skin against yours. All that's holding you back is your good girl instinct. But this is the real world…you can't be a good girl. You have to be able to shed your skin and let em in." he tugged on her strap.

"But we've only –"

"What do you want to do?" he questioned. She sat up an inch and hesitantly reached to the back of her shirt, trying to get a hold of the clasp on her bra. Draco's eyes lit up and a smirk reappeared on his face. Sitting up, he began to pull off his own shirt. Cora fiddled with the clasp of her bra for a couple seconds. She wasn't having any trouble, but something was stopping her from doing what Draco wanted.

As Dracos black shirt hit the ground, she couldn't help noticing he had really nice abs, but what distracted her was the loud banging sound of the door being thrown open. Standing in the doorway with a shocked and disgusted look on his face was Darren.

Draco peered around the corner and scowled, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I think I should be asking you the same thing!" Darren's muscles tensed up. Draco rolled his eyes and looked back at Cora.

"I said no friends," Draco said blandly. Cora bit her lip and pulled her hand up from behind her back. Darren strode forward with fury.

"What is wrong with you?" He pointed at her straight in the face.

"Darren, please, I'm not a kid!" She protested.

Draco smirked, "No shit she's not," he stated boldly, whipping his hair out of his eyes. Darren's face grew red.

"Don't touch her, you dog!" He threatened. Draco feigned fear. Cora didn't laugh, but Darren seemed to look at her as if she had.

"Darren, I'll be fine!" Cora assured, "Just go back and wait for me in the common room. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"He has his shirt off!"

"You heard the lady, back off!" Draco stood up and pushed Darren towards the door. Darren gritted his teeth and pushed Draco back.

"You only want her to do…things with!"

"Guys, stop!" Jumping from her spot, Cora tried to stand between them, but was thrown back onto the couch as the two boys started at each other.

"WHAT ARE YOU KIDS DOING!?"

All three froze and turned to see that they had left the door wide open. There was Filch and his cat, looking angrier than they'd ever seen them

"AFTER LIGHTS OUT, NO ROBES, ONE YOUNG MAN WITH NO SHIRT, FIGHTING, AND THE ROOM IS PROHIBITED TO ALL STUDENTS!" he bellowed.

"Filch, I can – " Darren began to say, but was cut off.

"I WOULD EXPECT MORE FROM YOU AND MISS WHITE OVER THERE. THIS IS UNEXCEPTABLE. DETENTION FOR ALL OF YOU! AND THAT'S THE LEAST OF YOUR PUNISHMENT!"

Cora glared at both Darren and Draco, who were both sulking in anger of not finishing their fight. The silence was ended by a obnoxious meooowww.