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Perhaps foolishly, Hermione did trust him, at least enough to follow him to a strange and unknown part of the castle. What's the worst that could happen? She asked herself, trying to block all the flashbacks from Hogsmeade which popped up in answer. Draco pushed open the thick, worm-eaten door. The much-anticipated room was simple in design, stark in its features. The floor was simple limestone, the ceilings cavernous, with a large, gilded mirror propped against the right wall. A battered oaken table stood opposite it and light filtered into the room from a stained glass window. Draco frowned, walking across the threshold.
'This room was a lot more interesting the last time I came here.' Hermione followed tentatively after him, while Draco had begun examining the architecture. 'It didn't look anything like this before.' Hermione's mind jumped back to a passage in her favourite book.
'Draco... I think you've found the room of requirement.'
'Huh?' He paused in his inspection of the window lintel to stare back at her.
'The room of requirement. I read about it in Hogwarts: a History. It's supposed to be myth.' Hermione now found her own eyes roaming around the cavernous space. 'It's not on any map of the school, it was purported to reveal itself to students who had a need of it. How did you find it?' Draco pouted and moved past her to sit on the edge of the table, while Hermione found herself taking baby-steps towards the mirror.
'I don't know. I just wanted some time to myself. I was pacing in the corridor and this door appeared.'
Hermione's eyes followed the gold filigree along the mirror's edge, up to the top gilding. Under a thick layer of dust, there appeared to be words engraved onto the frame, but she was too short to brush it away. She looked deep into the glass. Behind her, Draco swung himself off the table and sauntered over, placing a hand possessively on her hip. His lips began to brush the nape of her neck, and Hermione's breath caught in her throat.
She glanced back, away from the mirror's surface. Draco was still sat on the table, watching her with a perplexed expression. Her eyes turned back to the glass where Draco once more stood over her shoulder, shooting her a smouldering look. Her hand moved to touch the glass.
Sighing, the real Draco jumped from his perch and moved across to her, waving a hand before her eyes to catch her attention. 'I didn't know you were so vain.'
'Do you know what this is?' Her voice was pained, and the desperation in her eyes confused him even further.
'A mirror?' He scowled. 'You're being weirder than normal tonight, you know.'
'What do you see?' Draco cast a haphazard glance at the glass, then back to her.
'I see a gorgeous, platinum-haired young man stood next to Hermione Granger.' He smirked, 'what did you expect...' She cut him off, taking a step forward to kiss him. Draco stumbled backwards in surprise, but his arms instinctively moved around her waist. He pulled her back towards the table without breaking the embrace, then moved his grip lower onto her thighs, lifting her up to sit on the edge of the table. His hands ran gratefully across the silk of her dress, pulling it up above her knees. The kiss was hot and heavy, Hermione's desperate urging only paralleled by Draco's desire.
Hermione pulled away first, only by a few inches, to catch her breath. 'Draco Malfoy,' she said, scolding him playfully, 'just wait till your father hears.' Hermione's joke had the opposite effect, with a flash of pain contorting Draco's features. He pulled away from her forcefully, turning his back on her. Hermione frowned, her body still craving his touch.
'Draco...' She pleaded, feeling exposed on the edge of the table. He ran his hands through his hair, then turned to glare at her.
'Why did you do this to me?'