Deception

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xɪx - ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ & ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ

This was hell.

We had a full day of classes, and it seemed to be taking ages. We weren't allowed to sit with each other, but we were used to that ever since Snape made us. No, the bad thing was that we couldn't look at each other. We couldn't send each other secret messages, we couldn't sneak off between classes to snog, nothing. It was so unfair, the very core of my body and soul wanted nothing more than to be with him.
But I was not allowed.

We were across of each other in charms class which had turned from the best to the worst seats. I had to force myself to look at professor Flitwick and not straight ahead of me. We were as far from each other as possible at DADA, across the room of each other at Transfiguration and I so desperately wanted to be near him. My body kept tingling, I wanted to be with him so bad. And you know what happens when you want something that you can't have...
You only crave it more.

When our classes ended I ran to the girl's dormitory in the Slytherin common room. Malfoy asked me to meet him on the seventh floor, the least I could do was make myself a bit more presentable.

When I removed the ink stains from my hands and brushed my hair, I went to the seventh floor. I passed several paintings and tapestries but didn't see Barmy the Barnaby, or was it Barney the Bard? Suddenly I spotted Malfoy in front of a bare wall, there was nobody in the hallway except for him.

"Draco?" I asked as I approached him.

"Finally." He said a little annoyed. "Come here." I walked up to him with apprehension. He gestured to the wall behind him. "Behind this wall is a secret room, known as The Room of Requirement, it only provides what you desperately need."

I looked at the wall but didn't see anything special about it. Was he going nuts? I guess I couldn't blame him after all the pressure his parents put on him.
Poor thing.

"I'm not mad." snapped Malfoy as if he'd read my thoughts. "There will appear a door."

"Uhuh." I said crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow. Malfoy rolled his eyes at me.

"I will show you, but you will need to co-operate." He said snarky. "We both need to wish for the same thing."

"Which is?"

"A hidden, luxurious room that nobody will find, perfectly suited to our needs, so we can have a secret affair." Malfoy stated and my cheeks flushed crimson. "It will work. Let's do it."

Without a moment's hesitation Malfoy grabbed my hand and started pacing in front of the wall with me. After four or so paces he glared at me. "You're not doing it." He snapped.

"Fine." I said rolling my eyes. We started pacing again, and indeed a large magical door appeared in the wall after two or three times pacing in front of it. I was shocked that it actually worked and I froze. Malfoy opened the door and inside was a warm and cozy fireplace, soft rugs on the floor and a beautiful four poster mahogany bed in the corner with sheer curtains and white silky sheets. He swiftly pulled me inside, closed the door and pushed me against the wall.

"I told you so." He said smugly as he crashed his lips down on mine. We kissed for what seemed hours. Or maybe it were minutes? Frankly I didn't want it to stop at all, but there was a nagging feeling that made me stop him anyway. I lightly pushed against his chest and pulled away.

"What now." He said annoyed, his grey eyes dark and glittering.

"Are you sure nobody can find this room?" I asked. "What if someone comes in?"

"Potter used this room last year," he breathed as he slowly planted kisses in my neck. "I spied on him to see how it worked." He continued and it felt like every kiss he showered my neck with, was on fire. I let out an involuntary groan. "Nobody will find this room unless someone wishes exactly for whatever we wished for." He said as he now looked me in the eyes again.