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The Room of Not-So-Secret Desires

Draco Malfoy had always prided himself on being a planner, someone who could see two steps ahead and keep his emotions in check. But when Professor McGonagall had paired him with Harry Potter of all people as study partners for their eighth year, Draco had found himself in a rather unexpected predicament.

To his friends and classmates, it looked like he had grudgingly accepted the arrangement, but the truth was that Draco had been secretly—pathetically, in his own words—excited by the idea. He hadn't dared admit it to anyone, but the prospect of spending hours alone with Harry, away from the noise of their housemates, had sent a small thrill through him. Not that he'd ever say that out loud.

However, when it came time to actually get started with their study sessions, Draco had come up with an ingenious idea—or so he thought.

"The library's too crowded," Draco had said dismissively during their first study meeting. "Too many distractions. We'll never get anything done there."

Harry, looking genuinely confused but also slightly relieved (he was always distracted in the library), had nodded in agreement. "So, where do you want to go?"

Draco, with a perfectly composed expression, had replied, "The Room of Requirement. It'll give us whatever we need to study in peace."

And that's where the plan had started to go terribly wrong.

The first time they entered the Room of Requirement, Draco had been confident. He had imagined a cozy study space, perhaps with a few bookshelves, a couple of desks, and a warm fireplace. Nothing too fancy, but comfortable enough to get some serious work done.

But when the door opened, Draco's heart nearly stopped.

Instead of a quiet study space, the room had transformed into what could only be described as the perfect date location. A large, plush couch sat near a crackling fire, with soft candlelight flickering around the room. There was a small table in the corner, set with two glasses and a bottle of wine. Soft music played in the background, and the entire space was draped in warm, romantic tones of red and gold.

Draco's face flushed as he stood in the doorway, his mind racing. This wasn't supposed to happen!

Harry, oblivious to Draco's internal panic, stepped into the room, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Wow," he said, glancing around. "This is... nice. A bit over the top for studying, don't you think?"

Draco forced a laugh, trying to play it off as casually as possible. "Yes, well, the room must have misunderstood," he said, clearing his throat. "Let's... let's see if we can fix it."

But no matter how hard Draco concentrated, trying to imagine books and desks and anything remotely academic, the room refused to change. The cozy, romantic atmosphere remained, and Draco could feel himself getting more and more flustered as Harry casually took a seat on the couch, completely unaware of the room's intentions.

"I mean," Harry said, leaning back and looking oddly relaxed, "we can still study here, right? It's quiet enough."

Draco stared at him, trying desperately to come up with a coherent response. "Right. Yes. Quiet," he mumbled, sitting stiffly next to Harry, as far from him on the couch as possible. His heart was racing, and he could feel his palms getting sweaty. This is a disaster.

But Harry didn't seem to mind at all. He pulled out his Transfiguration notes and began flipping through them, completely unaware of the tension that was radiating off Draco.

Draco, for his part, tried to focus on his notes, but the entire time, all he could think about was how utterly perfect the room was for a date. The dim lighting, the comfortable couch, the soft music—it was like the room was mocking him, laying bare all the desires Draco had tried so hard to suppress.