The Come And Go Room

Draco kept kissing her, his arm around her waist keeping her held against him as his subconscious willed the room to change again slightly. The oddly shaped couch changed into a bed and the lights went down slightly. Their clothing changed too into just boxers for him and a t-shirt and some of his old sweatpants for her. Comfy clothing that they could properly snuggle in without ruining it. His hands moved for a moment to examine this new change so that his lips didn't have to leave hers. When his curiosity was sated they moved back, one in her hair and the other wrapped around her, his fingers playing under the hem of her shirt.

Pansy felt the couch beneath them wriggle slightly, become softer, and a new warmth around her legs told her that her clothes had changed as well. Sweats and a t-shirt by the feel of it, and though Draco's hands moved to feel what had changed, Pansy pulled away from him for a moment, looking down. His old Quidditch sweats, much too big but she'd always liked to steal them when she could, being so comfortable and warm. He was just in boxers and she wondered how he was warm enough in just that, but he was always much warmer than she was anyway. She looked back up at him and pressed their lips together again, her hands holding onto his face, one of them smoothing through his hair as she slid closer to him on the bed. It didn't occur to Pansy that others had come in this room and created a bed before as well, with certain intentions that didn't cross her unicorn mind. That couldn't have been Draco's intention if his mind put her in sweats, unless he just really liked seeing her in his clothes.

Draco was always warm, even in just boxers he never really got cold. That really just made him an even better boyfriend for Pansy, the little ice princess. His hand slid under the back of her shirt, his warm palm resting against her skin, wondering how even now she felt slightly colder than him. He kept kissing her, keeping the kisses soft. The slow, almost leisurely, kisses were perfect for times like this, just reaffirming what they had together, their connection and simple pure affection for each other. The bed was wonderful and soft, just like her one at the manor. And Draco did not require it for those particular intentions and the clothes were mostly for her benefit but he would never complain about her in his clothes, it helped to mollify his possessive streak after the incident with Marco.

They really couldn't be more perfect for each other if they tried, the ice princess and her personal heater, though it went much deeper than that as well. Pansy in his clothes is a possessive thing? That's better than the canine option of peeing on what you own, or mating to prove ownership. Draco just puts her in his clothes instead. Much much better. So it's a good thing Draco didn't mean the bed for those reasons, because Pansy would be walking right out that door if he tried something, even though it is Draco who she loves. She always tells herself she loves him, but after all that had happened between them and all the time she spent getting over him, she's not quite sure about it anymore, even now. She really truly cares for him, but love? Love was strong, and deep, and though what she had with Draco was amazing, she was afraid to love him, because she knew that sooner or later she'd lose him again. She kissed him back gently, curled up next to his warm body, pressing closer as he put his hand on her back, his hand which, unlike hers which were probably icy cold, was incredibly warm and comforting.

Draco wouldn't want to pee on Pansy but the mating option sounds pretty damn good. Fortunately he's smart enough to know that if he wants her to stay there he can't try that any time soon. Baby steps. And they really are perfect o so many other levels, especially in moments like this. The best thing about Pansy is that she doesn't demand that he tell her things he doesn't want to but if he needs to talk she'll always listen. Love however is a whole different ball game. What Draco feels for Pansy is totally different to anything he has ever felt for another girl before but he doesn't really know what love is, all he knows is that without her he would be lost and that he would kill anyone who tried to take her from him or hurt her, so maybe thats love but right now he doesn't want to label what they have. His hand on her back started moving in slow circles, never dipping too low or venturing too high, this was about comfort and he didn't want to send her running.

Well hopefully when that eventually happens he'll also know better than to go about it the canine way of biting onto her neck and pinning her down until he's done, because I'm pretty sure she wouldn't be that happy with him about it. Silly Draco really is in love with her if he'd kill for her. It's kind of cute that he's not sure what it is but that he knows he should take it easy and that the process will have to be slow for her, especially after all that's happened with them. Pansy continued to kiss him, still light kisses, mostly just holding onto each other and knowing that they're not alone, that they're with someone else who cares and listens and will always do what they can to be there when needed. Pansy pulled him closer and rolled a little more onto her back rather than her side.

Draco won't do that, that is too much like smushing a peach. He'll be much gentler about it, at least the first time. He also resents being called cute, unless he's in wolf form then it's okay. And it's not as though he's got any great examples of love in his life, Pansy's really the only person to show him true affection, well and Astoria but we'll ignore that. As she rolled he rolled with her, now lying half covering her, his hand had stilled on her back and was now just holding her, not tight but possessively. His kisses moved from her lips to along her jaw and down to her neck before he pulled away and rested his head on the pillow next to her and waited for her to look at him, a smile on his lips.

Oh, my poor peach Pansy. I'm ignoring the Astoria bit as well. Pansy rested her hands softly on the back of his neck as he leaned over her. Her skin felt like it tingled wherever he kissed her, especially as he moved down her jaw and neck. She still had her eyes closed at first, but as he moved his mouth away from hers, she blinked her eyes open and looked up at him with a tiny smile. Turning her head as he laid down beside her, she looked at him, reached over to push his hair away from his eyes. It had grown out a little over the break, over the week she hadn't seen him. Generally he cut it, or his mother did, rather often to keep it at a consistent length, but things must have gotten busy, and it was longer now, messier, and Pansy sort of really liked it.

Draco's smile widened a little as she pushed his hair back, he hadn't had time to trim it the last couple of days and had rather liked it as it grew out a little. His own fingers mirrored her actions and brushed her had behind her ear, his fingers trailing over her skin, enjoying the smoothness. He leaned in and kissed her on the nose, amused by the way she always crinkled it when he did. Lying back again he took her hand, "Pans, do you want to go on a date this weekend? Dinner out, either in Hogsmeade or maybe somewhere in London."

As always, Pansy wrinkled up her nose when he kissed it, smiling at him as his hair fell back over his eyes again. Pansy decides she really likes it like this and sort of hopes he doesn't cut it, but she knows he probably will because his father is always after him to look 'presentable'. His hand warmly around hers, she traced his fingers with her thumb. "A date? A real one that involves dressing up and going someplace other than the lounge?" She laughed and smirked at him, because it was sad but true. That was really the only place they'd ever properly gone together, except that one afternoon they'd wandered around Hogsmeade for a while. They had never gone on an actual proper date before, and the idea of finally getting to was more than exciting. "Sounds great!"

Draco laughed and kissed her nose again, "Yes a real date, and you don't even have to wear pink." He smirked and gave her a proper kiss before lying back on the pillows and requiring them a comfy blanket. He tugged it around her and cuddled close, holding her almost like she was a teddy bear. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and closed his eyes, "Sleep now? It's been a long week."

"No pink, how lovely of you. Maybe I will keep you after all." She kissed him back and moved in closer as he pulled a blanket over them, curling her arms up in front of her as he wrapped his long arms around her body, holding her safe and close. She sighed softly, her nose resting against his chest as she tucked her head under his chin, her little feet sneaking up next to his for the warmth. "Go to sleep, I know you're worn out." Her voice was soft and she let her eyes close, though she didn't fall asleep right off. Years of sleepovers and the usual procedures of those kept her awake until he was asleep first, making sure that he was alright before she let her own consciousness slip away.

Draco snuggled up to her, not flinching when her cold feet touched his, expecting it after all these years. He kissed her softly on the top of her head and muttered "sweet dreams" before his eyes closed and he was almost instantly asleep. It made such a difference to him after that week, he hadn't been able to really sleep, almost glad for that time he had been abusing himself as it had better prepared him for weeks like this. Finally safe and cuddled with Pansy he was asleep within seconds.

Pansy smiled as he cuddled up with her, glad that he seemed to be a little better now than he had been when he first came back. The tension was gone and he'd relaxed, she could tell just by the way his body was curled around hers. The stiffness was gone, the shakiness in his fingers had stopped. He was better now. She fell asleep a little while after he did, the steady rise and fall of his chest lulling her to sleep. At some point in the night she gathered a fistful of his shirt in her hand, holding onto him as if she felt that she had to make sure he wasn't leaving again, to make sure he'd still be there in the morning when she woke up.
And end scene <3

Al walked into the Room of Requirements after walking past the entrance three times, thinking of a room suitable to teach music in. When he walked in, he took a moment to take in everything around him, his eyes wide as they ran over the contents of the room. A piano, guitars, sheet music, and other instruments surrounded him. He walked in and made his way to the piano, his fingers brushing over the keys as something went off inside him. He always seemed to come alive when he was doing something related to music. He had never been good with magic. He didn't even really like it to be honest, just like he didn't enjoy Quidditch. And he was pretty good with potions, but it was nothing amazing. Music was what he was good at, and whenever he could he would use it as a way to escape from the wizarding world so he could just be himself for a new notes as he played his instruments and sang his songs.

Sidney opened the door to the room of requirements after walking past it three times. She slowly made her way in, looking around and admiring the large space which seemed perfect for lessons. She was about to say hi when she saw Al on the piano and thought it was best not to disturb him. She wasn't sure whether he was playing an actual song or just messing around, but she thought it sounded good. She waited until he had finished playing, quietly watching as he was playing and when he had stopped, she said, "Hi! I liked what you were playing just then."

Al turned around in surprise. He hadn't realized that Sidney was in the room and watching once he started playing. He tended to get carried away when he was around music. "Hey, Sidney. Thanks. I was just messing around, actually. I probably couldn't play that again if I tried," he said with a light laugh as he looked down at the piano again. "So," he continued as he looked back at Sidney. "You ready to start learning how to make your own music?"

"Oh, well it was really good." She said smiling. "I am." She nodded as she looked around the room, only noticing now how may instruments there were in here. A lot of them she knew she wouldn't be able to name off the top of her head. "What instrument are you going to teach me?" She curiously asked, looking around for some sort of an indicator because she knew that it wouldn't be quite a lot of the instruments in here.

Al looked around and chewed at his bottom lip as he tried to come up with an answer. He had spent the past week coming up with lesson plans for at least four different instruments, so at least he didn't have to worry about not being prepared. "Hm. Did you have any preferences? I was thinking maybe the guitar or the piano, but it's up to you."

"Hmmm." She thought to herself as she tried to decide in her mind which one she would prefer to learn. They both seemed great to learn. "I think... that I'll learn the.... guitar." She said as she finally made up her mind.

"Great! That's one of my personal favorites, honestly. I brought my own, and there are plenty here to choose from," he told her as he gestured to all the guitars in the room. He picked up one of the acoustic guitars and handed it to her. "Acoustic has always been my favorite to play. There's something about he sound that's just..." He shrugged and smiled. "I don't know-- I just like it. It's natural sounding." He picked up his own guitar and glanced over at a couch in the room, with a small table in front of it that was covered in beginner sheet music. "Wanna sit down? It might be easier that way."

Sidney took the guitar when Al handed it to her and spun it around, quickly looking at it before she went over to the couch. When she got over to the couch, she waited of Al to sit down before she picked up what looked to be the right book and opened it, turning the first few pages over because they had nothing of importance on them. When she got to the actual first page, she read it through and placed it down in front of her where she could see it when she started to play. She placed her hands where she was told to by the book and then looked at Al. "So, do I now play it?" She uncertainly asked him.

Al smiled as he watched her place her hands in the right locations of the guitar, looking rather impressed at how quickly she had picked it up. He had known some people to struggle with even the most basic parts of learning guitar. He glanced down at the page, seeing that it was mainly just scales and whatnot. Nothing too difficult. "Mmhm. Just pluck each chord individually to start out," he told her, wanting to make sure the guitar was properly tuned, though he was sure it was. This was the room of requirements after all. "Like this." He rested his own guitar across his legs, positioning his fingers correctly before gently plucking each chord, stopping to look at Sidney when it was her turn.

[I AM GOING TO SLEEP NOW! I'll reply when I wake up! <3]

Sidney watched as Al plucked the strings of his guitar. She then positioned the guitar that she was using comfortably on herself before attempting to pluck the strings. When she was ready, she picked up each string individually and did what Al had shown her. When she had done all of them, she smiled and said, "Wow.. that was a bit easier than I thought."

[Okay! <3]

Al smiled as he watched her play the scale correctly, providing a small golf clap as she finished. "Very well," he told her in a mockingly sophisticated voice. "You're actually picking this up really quickly. I'm impressed." He then proceeded to teach Sidney all about upstrokes and down strokes for strumming on the guitar, but I don't play guitar so I won't put in any details.