Draco was finding it increasingly difficult to control himself around her.

Especially now that he knew she was taking that potion.

He physically ached for her. Longed to peel off every inch of her clothing, to kiss every part of her pale skin and make passionate sweet love to her.

He just wanted to be with her in the closest possible way.

So he was extremely eager, if not a little surprised, when she told him of a room she knew about in the castle.

"And you say it can turn into any room you want?" He asked, curiosity piquing his interest. He had never heard of such a room yet he had been here longer than her.

"Only if you know how to ask for it," she explained.

She refused to tell him how she knew about it, so he could only guess that maybe this was the room Blaise and Cho used, and that Cho had told her about it.

"So, do you you want to meet? Tonight?" She asked, as she nervously tapped her quill against the desk.

Draco reached out and placed a hand on hers, stilling the tapping immediately. Their eyes met and he made sure to look at her properly.

"Are you sure, Aurora?" He asked quietly, his voice full of meaning.

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "I'm sure," she whispered, not taking her eyes from his.

Draco swiftly removed his hand as Umbridge walked past. The very last thing he wanted was to land Aurora in detention.

Especially not tonight.

...

I picked my underwear out carefully.

"So, you're going to finally put Draco out of his misery, then?" Cho asked, noticing me looking undecidedly at two different lacy bras.

Slowly, I nodded, looking over my shoulder at her. "I told him about the Room of Requirement."

"Well, I wouldn't worry too much about what underwear you're wearing. He's hardly going to notice what colour you've opted for in his mad rush to get it off you. Oh, and don't expect too much for your first time. He's a frustrated virgin. I doubt he'll even get it all the way in before it's over."

I stared open mouthed at Cho who was sat cross legged on her bed, flicking idly through a magazine.

"Still," She continued, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, "plenty of practice and you'll soon both be swinging from the chandeliers."

"I- chandelier?" I asked confused.

"Means you'll both be having a great time. A fantastic time if Draco plays fairly."

I had no idea what Cho was going on about. This wasn't fun. This was serious. It was about Draco and I expressing our love for one another in the most beautiful possible way.

Draco was waiting for me as I stepped out into the corridor. We smiled shyly at one another as our hands joined, fingers intertwining together.

We walked in silence as we made our way to the seventh floor, every now and then exchanging quick, furtive smiles.

I was nervous. And I could tell he was too.

"So... how do we ask it?" Draco asked, frowning at the solid wall.

"I'll do it," I said, already an expert at it, unbeknownst to him.

I closed my eyes and started pacing the floor. I need a room for Draco and I to be alone in. I need a room for Draco and I to be alone in.

I kept repeating this over and over again until, eventually, a door appeared.

"Wow," Draco murmured as we stepped into a room containing a large four poster bed, exhibiting both green and blue colours, a large beige sofa and another door. "Good to see it caters for the two best houses in the school."

He strode across the room to open the other door and stuck his head briefly through it. "Bathroom. Impressive."

He closed the door back up and turned around to grin at me, before his eyes drifted back to the bed.

I swallowed, suddenly feeling really awkward.

"You know, we don't have to do anything," Draco reassured me, noticing my apprehension. "We could just sit, if you want?"

He walked across the room closing the space between us, taking my hands in his and squeezing them as he looked down imploringly into my eyes.

"I love you, and I don't want you to feel pressured into doing anything just because we are here." He murmured earnestly. "We go at your pace, okay?"

"I want to," I whispered shakily, "I'm just... nervous."

"Me too," he chuckled softly, pulling me to him and wrapping his arms tightly around my back so that our bodies were pressed firmly against one another.

I could feel his heart hammering as furiously as mine. Somehow, it felt reassuring.

"Shall we lie down?" I asked, needing to make the first move.

Without another word, we both kicked off our shoes and crawled quietly onto the bed.

Draco immediately gathered me to his chest, holding me close. We looked into each other's eyes, his seeming to search mine intently.

"You're beautiful, you know." He murmured huskily, as he brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear.

His lips then met mine, and he kissed me slow and sensually. I felt my stomach knot immediately as desire overtook me.

It felt like the most natural thing in the world when his hand went to my shirt and undid each button slowly. My heart was no longer thudding furiously from fear, but from longing.

I gasped as his fingers trailed up and down my bare stomach once the last button had come undone. The feel of his touch against my skin made me tremble in a way I'd never experienced before.

I suddenly couldn't wait to get his shirt off and fumbled clumsily at his buttons, the need to feel his skin upon mine almost overwhelming me.

Sensing my urgency, Draco broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head, foregoing the buttons. I took the opportunity to properly shrug off mine, and collapsed back on the bed with a shirtless Draco now kissing me with a renewed ferocity as his fingers went to my back trying to unclasp my bra.

As soon as he succeeded, he pulled it off of me, moving his lips to my neck, making me gasp out loud as his hands stroked and groped me.

"Draco," I shuddered as thrills were zipping through me, making my skin tingle maddeningly all over.

He immediately lifted his head, staring down at me with a mixture of worry and hunger swirling in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" He growled, his breathing fast and ragged.

I touched a hand to his cheek, my chest heaving heavily beneath his. "Yes," I breathed. "I want you."

He didn't need telling twice; he kicked his trousers off, leaving him in just his boxers, at the same time as I wriggled my skirt down my legs, past my ankles.

And there we were, in the last pieces of our clothing. Draco brought his lips down upon mine again, his tongue flitting in and out, exploring my mouth whilst his hands pulled down his boxers. I gasped as I felt something hard ping against my thigh. Our kiss broke apart as Draco helped me pull down my thong.

"You're trembling," he whispered, when we were finally both fully naked, pressed up against each other and ready to take the plunge.

He cupped my face, looking down at me with concern. "If you want to stop...?"

"No," I answered quickly, "I'm ready."

Draco's lips connected back to mine. I felt him shift as he positioned himself above me.

This was it. This was the moment.

We both cried out as he entered me, a short sharp pain making me bite his upper lip in surprise.

He paused, his eyes opening in shock as they met mine. "Aurora?" He growled, his face full of alarm.

"It's okay," I trembled, trying desperately to reassure him, begging him to continue with my eyes.

He carried on moving, going slowly, ever so gently now, not tearing his eyes away from mine.

His breathing got more and more ragged, as my whole body shivered in a mixture of longing and trepidation. The feeling of him being inside of me driving me to the very brink of pleasure.

His eyes screwed up tight as a strangled sound emitted from the back of his throat, his speed now matching his fast, hot furious breaths.

"Aurora," he cried, as he came to a shuddering halt above me.

His whole body remained taut as he cried my name out again and again. And then he collapsed against me, breathless and spent.

"I'm sorry," he gasped into my neck, trying to steady his breathing as he lay heavily on top of me.

"Don't be," I soothed, stroking my fingers along his back, "that was... incredible."

"Really?" He asked, lifting his head slightly to look at me, his features pinched in bafflement.

"Yes," I reassured him, staring up into his silver grey eyes, placing a hand against his cheek.

And I really meant it. Because Draco was everything.

He was my everything.