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Room of Requirement Confession

Draco Malfoy had always been a creature of habit. He needed order, predictability, and control-things that had been in short supply ever since the end of the war and his return to Hogwarts for their eighth year. But there was one place where Draco could find a semblance of peace: the Room of Requirement.

The Room had always been a mystery, a place that gave you what you needed most, and lately, what Draco needed most was space to think. He had been slipping away to the Room almost every evening, usually after dinner, to sit in quiet reflection, away from the chaos of the Great Hall and the lingering whispers about his past.

But there was something else-something that had been gnawing at Draco's mind, pulling him back to the Room night after night. Something that he couldn't quite put into words, but that weighed heavily on his chest.

That something was Harry Potter.

Draco didn't know when it had started, but sometime during their eighth year, he had become painfully aware of Harry. It wasn't just the lingering looks across the Great Hall or the fact that they were in most of the same classes. It was the way Harry seemed different now-more grounded, more real. The Boy Who Lived had grown into someone Draco couldn't ignore.

And now, every time Draco went to the Room of Requirement, it seemed to take the shape of his thoughts. On more than one occasion, the Room had shown him memories of Harry-glimpses of the past that Draco couldn't escape. He had spent hours trying to figure out what to do about it, but the more time he spent in the Room, the more he realized that the truth was unavoidable.

Draco Malfoy was falling for Harry Potter.

One evening, Draco found himself wandering the castle after another restless dinner, his feet carrying him instinctively toward the Room of Requirement. The halls were quiet, most students tucked away in their common rooms or heading to bed, but Draco wasn't ready to face another night of sleeplessness. The Room called to him, offering the solace he so desperately needed.

As he approached the familiar wall, Draco closed his eyes and focused on what he needed. I need a place to think. I need a place to figure this out.

The door appeared, and Draco slipped inside, his breath catching slightly as the familiar warmth of the Room surrounded him. Tonight, the Room had taken the form of a small, cozy study, with a crackling fireplace and a comfortable armchair. On the walls, there were shelves filled with books, and in the center of the room stood a single mirror.

Draco frowned, stepping closer to the mirror. It wasn't just any mirror-it was the Mirror of Erised, the mirror that showed you your heart's deepest desire.

Draco's pulse quickened as he stared at his reflection. He hadn't asked for this-hadn't asked to see his desires laid bare-but the Room always knew what you needed, even if you didn't. And right now, the Room seemed to think Draco needed to face the truth.

Taking a deep breath, Draco stood in front of the mirror, bracing himself for what he might see.

At first, all he saw was his own reflection-his pale face, his messy hair, the faint shadows under his eyes. But then, slowly, the image began to shift.

Standing beside him in the mirror was Harry Potter.

Draco's breath hitched as he stared at the reflection. Harry was smiling, standing close to Draco in a way that felt impossibly intimate. It was as if they were together, as if they had always been together. The way Harry looked at him-like he was something precious, something worth fighting for-it was everything Draco had secretly longed for but had never allowed himself to admit.

This was his deepest desire. To be with Harry. To be loved by him.

Draco's heart raced, and he quickly turned away from the mirror, his mind reeling. He couldn't deal with this-not now, not ever. It was one thing to acknowledge that he had feelings for Harry, but to see it so clearly, laid out in front of him like that-it was too much.

He had to leave. He had to get out of the Room before he lost control of himself completely.

But just as Draco turned to leave, the door to the Room creaked open.

Draco froze, his breath catching in his throat as he watched, horrified, as Harry Potter walked into the room.

"Malfoy?" Harry's voice was laced with confusion as he stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room before landing on Draco. "What are you doing here?"

Draco's heart pounded in his chest, and for a moment, he couldn't speak. Of all the times for Harry to walk in-now? When Draco had just seen them together in the Mirror of Erised?

"I-I was just... thinking," Draco stammered, his voice unsteady as he took a step back, trying to put distance between himself and Harry.

Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "In the Room of Requirement?"

Draco swallowed hard, his eyes flicking nervously between Harry and the mirror. "Yes. It's... a good place to be alone."

Harry glanced around the room, his gaze lingering on the mirror for a moment before turning back to Draco. "It doesn't look like you're alone."

Draco's breath hitched. "What do you mean?"

Harry nodded toward the mirror. "The Mirror of Erised. It shows what you want most, doesn't it?"

Draco felt his stomach drop. Of course Harry knew what the mirror was. How could he not? Harry had seen it before, in their first year. He had probably spent hours staring into it, just like Draco had now.

Draco quickly stepped in front of the mirror, blocking Harry's view of the reflection. "I-look, it's none of your business what I see."

Harry's eyes narrowed slightly, suspicion flickering across his face. "What do you see, Malfoy?"

Draco's heart raced, panic rising in his chest. He couldn't let Harry see the reflection. He couldn't let him know what the mirror had shown. "It doesn't matter."

But Harry took a step closer, his gaze softening. "Malfoy... what do you see?"

Draco clenched his fists, his mind spinning. He couldn't lie-not here, not now, not when the truth was staring him in the face. But how could he admit it? How could he tell Harry that he was the one standing beside him in the mirror-that he was the thing Draco wanted most?

Before Draco could stop himself, the words slipped out.

"I see us."

Harry blinked, confusion clouding his features. "What?"

Draco's throat tightened, and he took a shaky breath. "I see... you. Standing next to me. Like we're... together."

Harry stared at him, his eyes wide with shock. "You see... us?"

Draco nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes."

For a moment, the room was completely silent. Draco's pulse raced, and he braced himself for Harry's reaction. He had never felt more vulnerable, more exposed. He had just admitted something he had been hiding for months, and now... now Harry knew.

But instead of the rejection Draco had feared, Harry took a small step closer, his eyes searching Draco's face.

"Malfoy," Harry said softly, his voice gentle, "is that... is that what you want?"

Draco's breath caught in his throat. He couldn't speak, couldn't move. All he could do was nod.

Harry's expression softened, and before Draco could process what was happening, Harry closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to gently brush against Draco's.

"You know," Harry said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, "I think... I think I've been wanting the same thing."

Draco's eyes widened, his heart pounding as he stared at Harry. "You... have?"

Harry smiled, a small, tentative smile that made Draco's chest tighten. "Yeah. I just didn't know how to say it."

Draco's mind reeled, his thoughts spinning as he tried to make sense of what was happening. But as Harry's hand gently intertwined with his, all of Draco's worries seemed to fade away.

For the first time in a long time, everything felt right.

And as they stood there, side by side in front of the Mirror of Erised, Draco realized that maybe, just maybe, his deepest desire wasn't as unattainable as he had once thought.

Maybe it was standing right beside him all along.