A wrapped gift was thrown down at the table in front of me, almost landing in my cereal bowl.

"Happy birthday," Harry grunted as he took the seat next to me.

"You're three days late, Harry." I muttered bitterly as I picked it up to unwrap it.

"I had to wait for the order to arrive." Harry whined.

I didn't point out that if he had simply remembered my birthday then he could have ordered it in plenty of time.

It was another fucking pair of Quidditch gloves.

Slightly better than Hermione's but nowhere near as decent as Draco's.

"Great, cheers," I said, tossing them aside.

My eyes roamed over to the Slytherin table where a pair of grey eyes glinted into mine. Tiny thrills zipped around my stomach and my lips tugged into a helpless smile as he threw me a discreet wink and a hint of a smirk played at his own lips.

I hadn't seen him since my birthday when Madam Pomfrey caught him lying on the bed with me after we'd both fallen asleep. Incorrectly presuming we had been up to no good, she threw a fucking hissy fit and dragged him out by the scruff of his neck, banning him from visiting again.

That was three long days ago and I was desperate to go and have some private time with him now that I was free of that bloody place.

But in the meantime, I had a whole day of lessons to get through and a Hermione in my fucking ear waffling on about everything that I'd missed in my absence.

I was rifling in the cupboard for ingredients, during Potions, when I felt a presence behind me.

"Meet me on the seventh floor after dinner." A deep growl sounded in my ear, making my stomach pool in longing as my nostrils filled with the woody scent of his cologne.

I glanced up over my shoulder to see grey eyes pierce hungrily into mine. It took me everything not to twist around and snog his face off in front of the entire class, including Slughorn.

"And why would I want to do that?" I said teasingly, choosing to play hard to get even though I knew he knew how much I wanted him.

"Because I still haven't given you your proper birthday present yet, Weasley. And I've been itching to give it to you for days."

"Depends." I said lightly, turning back to the cupboard as I reached in for the jar of beetle eyes. "Will it be something that I can unwrap?"

"Very much so."

"And will it be something I can eat?"

"That depends on you." He smirked, cocking a saucy eyebrow.

His fingers discreetly swept over my arse so that I nearly creamed my underwear.

"I'll be there." I said, my breathing suddenly laboured.

He gave a low throaty chuckle as he moved his hand off my backside and very subtly gave my fingers a gentle squeeze, making my heart flutter like crazy. "I'm counting on it, Weasley."

"What did Malfoy want?" Harry barked at me the second I arrived back at my cauldron. "And why are you smiling like that?"

"Oh I'm sorry, would you rather I walk around looking like a fucking grumpy garden gnome all day long?" I snapped, immediately irritated by his interrogation.

"I'm just concerned that that git is harassing my friend!" Harry roared, his face going pink as I slammed the jar of beetle eyes down on the desk in front of him.

"He's not harassing me, he was simply asking me to pass him some ingredients." I lied, all the while excited about my present. I hoped it was what I was thinking it was.

"Did he do or ask for anything suspicious?" Harry continued, glaring at Draco who was still standing over at the cupboard.

"Yeah, Harry, now you come to mention it, he did ask me to pass him the cyanide and said something about giving his boss a call on his arm."

"You'll be sorry when it comes out that I was right all along." Harry muttered moodily under his breath as he emptied the entire jar of eyes into our cauldron, causing a massive explosion which Slughorn made us stay behind to clear up.

Yeah, whatever. Harry was such a stupid dick.

*****

I practically wolfed my dinner down that night.

"What's the hurry?" Harry asked, suspiciously. Despite having sat down at the same time as me, Harry hadn't even lifted his knife and fork to start as I was already scraping my plate clean.

"Uh, homework." I lied, knocking my head back as I drank the last of my pumpkin juice.

"Oh, great." Hermione piped up brightly. "I'll come with you. I'm desperate to get stuck into that Potions essay."

And to my horror, she pushed her half-eaten plate of food aside and stood up.

"Umm, I meant Quidditch practice." I said, quickly back peddling.

"There is no Quidditch practice." Harry stated, squinting down at the pea pierced on the end of his fork before popping it in his mouth.

"Are you sure?"

He took a moment to swallow the single fucking pea, washed it down with a long sip of juice, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and let out a loud ′ahh'.

"Ronnie, I'm the captain. Of course I'm sure."

Damn.

I panicked as both Harry and Hermione surveyed me with narrowed eyes.

"My fucking god you two, can't I do anything without getting the third degree?" I bellowed. "It's like going to school with my fucking parents!"

And without waiting for a response, I turned and fled out of the hall.

"Damn, Weasley, I was about to go and drag you up here myself," he growled, pressing me up against the wall the second I stepped into the seventh floor corridor.

His lips crashed down on mine, attacking me with an urgent hunger, causing me to groan in longing as I let my bag fall to the ground and threaded my fingers through his hair.

Less than two minutes later, he had dragged me into that same room with the piles of junk everywhere, and we were both falling onto the sofa as I greedily unbuckled his trousers and pulled them down past his hips where I was greeted with a very keen sight.

He threw his head back and released a soft moan as I palmed him through his boxers, his cock bulging eagerly beneath my touch, desperate for release. If this was my birthday present, I was going to make the most of it.

I wriggled off the sofa, onto the floor and motioned for him to sit up so I could kneel between his legs. His eyes immediately lit up, clearly understanding exactly what was coming.

I pulled down his boxers as he sank back into the sofa, ready to enjoy my attention. My heart raced in nervous excitement as I took him in my hands and inhaled a deep breath wondering how the fuck I was supposed to fit this in my mouth. They made it look so easy in the magazines I had stolen from Fred and George's room.

Going straight for the head, I kissed his tip, making him shudder and buck from the off. A swirl of my tongue licked up precum and I looked into his eyes as I slowly began to swallow him, lips sliding downwards and fingers delicately cradling his balls.

"Fuck," he rasped, his hips rutting up into my face, causing me to gag a little.

His hands were suddenly in my hair, clasping the back of my head. For a horrifying moment I thought he was going to push me down further, but I found he was actually trying to ease me back.

"Not so deep," he panted breathlessly, "else I'll cum too soon."

Judging by the way my jaw was already beginning to fucking ache, I thought that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I made a mental note for later, deciding to use it when I could take no more.

However, he kept his hands on my head and started to guide me himself. I didn't know if I preferred this or not. In the end, I decided that it at least gave me a rest from using my brain which was fucking tired enough from all the schoolwork we were being made to do. He even began to instruct what I should do with my hands ("Squeeze my balls... OW! Too tight... harder!") to the point where I just felt as though I had taken up another fucking class.

Hermione would be proud.

Eventually, when my jaw had gotten to the point of dropping off, he uttered the words that was literally music to my ears.

"I- I'm cumming... I- fuck-"

His fingers dug into my scalp as he thrust right into the back of my throat. I couldn't help but flinch as hot salty liquid filled my mouth and spilled down my chin. His groans echoed around the room, drowning out my muffled protests as I choked and gagged on his cock which didn't seem to stop feeding me.

Finally, he pulled out and I was left with just a mouthful of jizz, wondering if he'd be insulted if I spat it out on the ground. It felt warm and thick in my mouth, almost alive -like I'd imagine a yoghurt which had been sat out in the sun too long to feel like.

"Swallow it." He instructed, to my horror.

Like fuck I was eating that. So, I spat it out on the floor by his feet, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I gasped and gulped for air.

"Soz," I said, shrugging my shoulders at his horrified expression. I swiftly removed my wand from my pocket and siphoned the mess up.

"You missed a bit." He reached out a hand and grabbed my jaw, sweeping his thumb over my wet chin.

He quickly wiped it on the sofa before pulling me up onto his lap. I could feel his heart hammering beneath his chest as he wrapped his arms around me and pressed his lips against my forehead.

"You're amazing, you know that?" His lips moved against my skin as he spoke and I closed my eyes, his words filling me with a pleasant warmth.

"Of course," I smirked, circling my arms around his shoulders. "That's what I've been trying to tell you, you fucktard."

"Good." His hand fumbled beneath the folds of my skirt, slipping inside my underwear. "Because it's my turn to thank you."

The next forty-five minutes was pure heaven.

Weirdly, he refused to take his shirt off again.

Afterwards, when we had nothing left in us, we both fell back panting and breathless on the sofa, me collapsed heavily upon his chest, listening to the furious pounding of his heart.

"I've missed that," Draco murmured when his breathing had finally calmed down enough to allow him to speak. "I've missed you."

I nuzzled into him as he wrapped his arms around me, sighing contentedly at the feel of his hands stroking my back.

"We're back in this room," I said, frowning. "Why have you brought me here again?"

I felt him shrug beneath me. "It's just a room, Weasley."

"But isn't this the Room of Requirement?" I asked, confused. "What is in here exactly that you require?"

"Just a room to hide in, that's all."

"Well you certainly could get lost in here," I muttered as my eyes trawled the many towers of stuff; various classroom furniture piled upon one another, dusty old books, cauldrons, a creepy looking cabinet, and various types of clothing and wigs.

Draco started snoring softly beneath me. I lifted my head to look down at his face and was shocked at how tired and grey skinned he was looking. My heart tugged, wondering what it was that was causing him to look so ill.

I carefully sat up, trying not to disturb him as I moved off the sofa to quietly get dressed. I located a nearby blanket which I gently draped over him, kissing his forehead as I did so.

Not being in any hurry to get back and endure a Potter Probing, I decided to have a bit of an explore about. Besides, I liked just being near Draco even if he was fast asleep.

I proceeded up an aisle of dusty books, glancing at their titles as I idly swept by. They all seemed to be hellishly ancient and intellectual. Hermione would be in her element. Personally, I'd prefer a comic book.

I brushed my fingers along a looming black cabinet, not being able to resist the urge to open the door and take a peek inside.

Disappointment hit me at the emptiness that greeted me; just a large echoey space. But before I closed the door, a gleam of something at the back of the shelf caught my eye.

It was an apple. I reached up to inspect it, and was surprised to see a large chunk had been bitten out of it.

"Ew," I grimaced, quickly going to toss it aside.

But then I froze, the apple still clutched in my hand as an alarming thought occurred to me.

Now, I'm no Hermione Granger; I'm not even a Harry Potter, but even I know the white flesh of an apple goes brown almost immediately once the air gets to it.

This apple's flesh was still white, as if someone had only just taken a bite.

I looked around, suddenly feeling uneasy. The idea that someone else was lurking in the confines of this room seriously creeped me out.

Especially after what Draco and I had just been doing.

There was a loud bang as the door of the cabinet suddenly slammed shut on its own, making me jump out of my skin. The apple fell from my fingers, rolling out of sight.

"Move the fuck away from the cabinet, Weasley."

I wheeled on the spot to see Draco at the far end of the aisle, wand aloft and his face full of thunder.

"Draco!" I gasped, my heart thudding madly in my chest. "You scared me!"

I felt extremely confused. I couldn't understand why he was acting so angry. All I was doing was having an innocent look around.

"I said move!"

"Sure, Draco," I said, holding my hands up as if I was in some kind of badly scripted cop show. "Whatever you say."

He shakily lowered his wand as I walked towards him, the expression on his face instantly softening.

"Shit, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he apologised, taking my hand and tugging me up against his chest as he furtively looked around. "I just- this room... it makes me nervous."

"Then why conjure it?" I asked feeling utterly confused. When Harry had wanted a room for his DA classes it came up with exactly what he had wanted.

Draco didn't answer and said no more about it as he walked me to the door. I could tell he was suddenly keen to get me out of there.

"You're not leaving too?" I asked as he hovered inside the door.

"I think I might hang out here a bit longer," he said shiftily.

And even though he kissed me hard and parted with the promise that we would meet up again, I still had an extremely uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as I downed my potion that night.

Something was seriously up with that dude.

But there was no way I'd ever admit that to Harry.

*****