There's thousands of Harry Potter fanfics out there and this is just another one. My friend is responsible for this story. She gave me the idea and I wrote it out. (Personally I think it worked out well) 8D

By the way my friend is extremely obsessed with Tom Felton. (If you don't know who that is I have to say your deprived of knowledge. If you do know kudos for you.)

Okay all you Harry Potter buffs out there that may be reading this I have to warn you that this story does not quite follow along the plot that J.K. Rowling put down. There is no Gabriella Knight in the book who is friends with Harry and his gang but that's why this is called a Fanfic. It's made up.

Disclaimer: I only wish I had come up with Harry Potter but alas it's a wish and wishes don't change the past. (They can make the future more interesting though. 8D)

So for those who are still interested in reading this I hope you like it.

THE ROOM OF REQUIREMENT'S ANNOYINGLY HELPFUL HAND

I wish I had a place where I can be alone. My silent desire kept reverberating around in my head as I walked the deserted halls of the school. My sock-clad feet made little noise on the stone floors. A place where no one can find me and I can just think.

The argument I had just had with my sweetheart still echoed in my mind even though I tried not to think about it. For the last hour I had been roaming the hallways of Hogwarts avoiding prefects and teachers who were obligated in patrolling the school.

I could not go back to my dormitory since I did not want Hermione on my tail questioning where I had been lately. Even with her not-so-secret infatuation with Ron, she was always asking questions. Then again that is what made her a brilliant student and friend. I knew Harry would not bother me, he was too busy drooling over Ginny. I could not complain; his drooling was the distraction from me that kept him from adding to the interrogation. Besides he and Ron's sister were good together.

I scowled to myself as I stared at a tapestry hanging from a wall that struck a memory in my mind. The fact that the wall hanging of Barnabus the Barmy's foolish attempt to train trolls was familiar was pushed away as I focused on the need to just forget that everyone seemed to have someone they could confide in without being judged or without arguing about the different morals that fueled their ambitions.

Their relationships whether requited or unrequited were ones that did not have to happen in the shadows or behind locked doors for fear of being found out. No, my friends' affiliations were definitely not like mine and Draco Malfoy's.

Suddenly a loud meow met my ears and I glanced around to see Mrs. Norris staring at me with glowing yellow eyes.

I whipped around giving in to the fact that I should really go to the Gryffindor House so I did not get detention.

And there it was.

I had forgotten about it since fifth year but when I had need for it most, it appeared.

The Room of Requirement.

Quickly I walked to the ancient doors and pulled one open just wide enough for me to slip inside. Closing the door I whispered the charm that I had learned from Godric Gryffindor's journal I had found hidden in the Restricted Section, that would seal the Room from any unwanted people. No matter how bad their need was the place I stood in was now locked to them. I turned around to see just what the Room thought I required besides a place to hide from Filch.

It was very similar to the setup it had thrown together when Dumbledore's Army had used it. The difference was the absence of Dark Arts books and articles. The large cushions intergraded with the odd couch or arm chair now, were still there. Shelves along the far wall were stacked with books but I did not bother to read the titles. Windows lined one wall and were the only light source while the other had portraits of peaceful scenery of animals grazing or waterfalls flowing over green cliffs. Strangely a floor length mirror stood reflecting the wall of windows.

I felt drawn to a window near the middle of the room's wall. A full moon illuminated my body as I stepped up to a large pane. The image I saw outside was as breathtaking as all the others from the various windows of the school. It overlooked the lake and surrounding mountains.

I lifted my already out wand and whispered the words 'wingardium leviosa' to a comfy looking couch. I guided it over to where I stood. Shoving my wand into my jacket pocket I collapsed onto the cushions. I sighed and forced my wound up body to relax.

The moon's light danced in and out of view as clouds raced each other across the sky. I yearned for sleep to claim me but my over active mind had other ideas. I tried, not hard enough, to stop the images from coming. It was in vain.

I remembered easily the night over a year and a half ago during the Halloween feast when the two of us had found ourselves locked in the school dungeons. I do not even remember what I had been doing in there but I do remember when Draco had come barging in demanding what I was doing this close to the Slytherin dorms slamming the door behind him. It had not taken that long of a 'conversation' for wands to be drawn and curses to fly.

We had ended up disarming each other and then found out when he had shut the door a magic resistant lock was triggered. We were stuck in there for three hours, not a comfortable situation. But I had learned a lot about him and I was disgruntled to say he learned a few things about me as well. When we had been found, a fuming Professor McGonagall and livid Snape had been waiting for us to demand why we had been in a forbidden part of the castle.

Snape wanted to give me two months worth of Saturday detentions while McGonagall had wanted to do something similar to Draco. The two professors had argued with themselves while the two of us had stood looking at our shoes. I was so mad I was beyond words when the agreement had been made that it would be six Wednesday and six Saturday nights- not mornings since we both had quidditch games or practice- that we had to serve. Cleaning out old storage rooms for Snape and writing lines for McGonagall. We would go to McGonagall's office for the first thirty minutes then go to the South Wing of the school for the next hour and a half. It was not very fair if you asked me.

Of course Harry, Ron, Hermione and others had been worried when I had not shone up to the Halloween feast and the first three were unhappy when I told them I had detention with Draco- Malfoy to them.

Writing lines I could deal with. The silence in there did not bother me. The Storage rooms had been down right dangerous.

One Wednesday night, Draco had been attacked by some canine-rat type animal while a Saturday after that I had happened upon a hidden and then forgotten amphibious looking creature that had jumped on my arm and clung to it with sharp teeth and claws. We had grudgingly helped each other- I stunned the beast for Draco who had dropped his wand by the door of the room we were cleaning while he had carried me to the hospital wing when I collapsed from the poisonous bite. Rumors of why he carried me through the school surfaced in less then an hour after that.

Harry had been adamant that I ask McGonagall to switch sentences but he and other Gryffindors never realized I had started to enjoy them after one particular Saturday detention following a Slytherin and Gryffindor quidditch game. We had been arguing yet again about something that was no doubt some insignificant play in the match. He had stomped over to me much like a six year old not a sixteen year old. I had been too slow to get my wand out in case he attacked me but had found for what his intentions were I would not need it. We had both glared at each other in our own anger. I looked up at him for as tall as I was he was still quite a few inches taller. When I had been about to turn around he had grabbed my shoulders and pressed his lips to mine.

I could not stop myself now from picturing his sleek features beginning with his dark blue eyes that I could drown in. I combed through my brown locks remembering his slender fingers doing the same thing as mine had twisted in his blond hair. I let my hand fall into my lap before my imagination could take control and start to visualize the sharp contours of his body under my touch or the softness of his lips…

"No Gabriella Knight," I told myself forcefully. "Forget about it. Forget about him. He's been pulled down a path that you cannot follow. A path that will keep us separated." Tears fell down my cheeks as the hurt I had been suppressing boiled in my veins. "Why can't he see his decision is killing me worse than whatever Voldemort could ever do?"

No response came from the empty room or the moon that cast its lonely glow on the grounds below. Not that I expected any; I would be barking mad if I started hearing voices from nowhere.

Staring out the window was not helping me at all with my conflicting emotions so I stood and walked slowly to the other side of the room. The animals in the pictures gazed at me briefly before returning to their various activities they had been doing. I dragged my hand across the smooth stone wall stopping when I reached the mirror.

How odd… I thought to myself as I stepped in front of it.

It was magnificent now that I looked closer. An ornate gold frame surrounded it while it stood on two clawed feet. Strangely enough there was an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on woshi. It sounded like a spell but in a different language.

I stopped studying its appearance and looked into the reflection that waited in front of me. I saw myself of course, wavy brown hair, green eyes set in a pale face on a body fitted with muggle jacket, t-shirt and jeans. I sighed, disappointed. I thought it would have shone something a little more magical. Suddenly movement in the mirror caught my attention. Immediately I yanked out my wand and whipped around to look around the Room.

Nothing.

I breathed heavily trying to convince myself that I had imagined what I just saw. But the white, snakish face had been extremely clear. I slowly turned back to the looking glass. There he was again. My heart kicked up its pace as fear fell on my shoulders until I noticed the position Voldemort was in.

He held up wandless hands in a futile attempt to defend himself from someone or something I could not see. I twisted to look at the Room which still remained empty of any other living beings. I inhaled deeply before once more gazing back at the mirror vowing if I saw Him one more time I would leave the Room without another thought. He was there but a blinding flash of green light which caused me to throw up my hands trying to block the glow suddenly overtook the image.

I glanced back and saw Voldemort had disappeared. In his place I stood there looking at a very faint reflection of myself while next to me with burning eyes was Draco. Before I could react both reflections, my faint one and his very distinct one, were suddenly embracing each other and kissing.

I froze unsure why I was seeing things that were definitely not there in the room. Swiftly the scene changed and I was staring at my clear, shock-filled reflection again. Only I was not alone. In the mirror with blond hair that shone in the moonlight and blue eyes that I could not turn away from willingly were visible as he walked from out of view to stand behind me. I finally understood what I was looking at.

Harry had mentioned in our first year at Hogwarts a mirror that had let him see his what he longed for most- his family. Ron had seen him being better than all his brothers and Dumbledore had allegedly said he was holding a pair of socks. The Mirror of Erised had eventually been the hiding place for the Sorcerer's Stone. But what I saw in The Mirror was something that truly was my greatest desires. First it was the demise of Voldemort and then it was Draco Malfoy whom I truly thought I was in love with.

I twisted away not wanting to watch what I could never have. And got a surprise.

Draco was not just a reflection in the mirror but was really standing behind me, a living breathing, very real person.

I realized there at that moment that the mirror's magic had stopped working when I had seen my own clear reflection again. It had started that way and had ended that way.

I gulped suddenly aware of the fact that tears had started to stream down my cheeks again. I swiped them away and managed to ask in a more or less normal voice, "what are you doing here?"

"I'm not entirely sure." His eyes bored into mine and I found myself having a hard time looking away. "One minute I'm walking down the hallways in the west wing the next I'm staring at the Room of Requirement's doors. I know the way it works. The doors only appear to those who have requirements. I hadn't felt like I needed anything. I mean no teachers, no Filch, I was in the clear if I wanted to keep strolling along." He shrugged. "I decided to go in. I did not realize it was in use." He glanced away no doubt studying the accommodations in the room.

With his gaze off me I was able to breath again. Then I remembered something that contradicted his appearance in the room. I stared at him for a moment before finding my voice. "I put a charm on this room so that no unwanted people could come in here. How did you bypass that?"

He paused in his stride around the Room and glanced over his shoulder. "I definitely didn't have any trouble of getting in here. Are you sure your charm worked?"

I felt myself flush thinking the same thing but instead I felt anger also burn in my chest. "Yes my charm worked. I'm in the top 2 percent of our class remember? You probably just got in because you're not a-" I froze cutting off my sentence. But I did finish it in my head.

You're not an unwanted person. I sighed to myself, Actually it's sad to say he's the person I want most. I looked at him contemplating how he seemed to be looking everywhere except my face. I wonder what he wants?

Getting an idea- it was a selfish one and I was not proud of it- I gestured to him. He raised an eyebrow but moved forward. I gently touched his shoulder, not pulling away even when he stiffened, and positioned him until he looked into the large mirror on the wall. Stepping away until I was a few feet behind him I asked, "what do you see?"

He looked startled at the sharpness in my voice but conceded to study his reflection. "I see me, I guess."

"Keep looking."

Abruptly I watched his face blanch slightly. "I-I see the Dark Lord."

Despair knotted in my gut as I worried that maybe he was indeed a true Death Eater who wanted nothing more than his Dark Master. I turned away and was about to step back to the window not wanting to continue looking at him when I heard his voice again.

"But-"

I looked over my shoulder to see his eyes widen. I tried to soften my words but I was so curious and worried my thoughts were tangled together. "What do you see?"

"The Dark Lord and he is- is… dead."

I faced him again in disbelief. Could he really be seeing exactly what I saw? He wants Voldemort dead?

"He's just laying there not moving. There are people all around yelling and cheering. Potter is standing over him but I'm not looking at him. I'm looking at…" his voice trailed off.

"What are you looking at?" I kept my voice casual even when I could barely think straight. "What do you see, Draco?"

He met my gaze through the mirror. "I see you."

My heart jumped into my throat but I shook my head to clear it. Of course he would see me, I stood in front of the mirror where my reflection was visible. I quietly moved until I could only see his image. I listened as he went on.

"I still see you and me, Gabby," he said matter-of-factly.

I rolled my eyes annoyed that I had never been able to be sneaky around him. Then his words registered. I took a step closer to him and asked breathlessly, "You still see me?"

"Yes and we're…" He trailed off staring raptly into the looking glass with far-away eyes.

I stepped towards him until I was standing beside his stationary form.

"What are you seeing?" I asked quietly and reached up and brushed my hand against his face. I watched with amusement as a faint blush made his pale cheeks become suddenly warmer under my touch.

"Umm…us and we're…" He cleared his throat and stood a little straighter. Turning away from the looking glass and my touch he asked in a brisk tone, "what kind of mirror is this Gabby?"

He was avoiding the question but I would not push him. Besides I loved the way he said my name even if he moved out of my reach. "It's called the Mirror of Erised. Or the mirror of-"

"Desire," he finished quietly his gaze riveting back on mine.

I nodded slowly. After a moment something struck me as odd. "Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"What were you doing in the West Wing? Your dorm is in the dungeons."

"Well I thought I would take a stroll…"

"In the middle of the night?" I arched an eyebrow. "What were you really doing?"

"I was…" he trailed off before hanging his head in defeat. "I-I was looking for you."

That caught me by surprise. "Me?"

"Do you know any other Gabby Knights at Hogwarts?" His words were sharp showing part of his legendary temper. I frowned and he immediately shook his head like clearing away a clinging cobweb. "I'm sorry Gabby. I didn't mean to snap it's just…" He took a pace towards me.

"You seem incapable in completing sentences tonight have you realize that?" I tried not to show what his movement did to my heart. "Um…why were you looking for me?"

He took another step. "I needed to apologize. I knew you would be walking the halls." Step. "I know you do that when you have to think about something or someone." One last step and he stopped.

I stood frozen on the spot unable to move as he stood mere inches away from me. I did not look up into his eyes. Instead I studied my feet not wanting him to read the conflicting emotions on my face.

"Gabriella, please look at me."

I wanted to refuse but he said please and had used my full name. If I was not so smitten with him I would have slapped him. Slowly I tilted my head back until I was entrapped in his hypnotic gaze again.

"Gabby. I'm sorry for what I said before. You out of everybody else knows what has been going on in my life. I've told you just about everything. I shouldn't because your Potter's friend and the information I give you can be used against my family, but I can't help it. Ever since we got locked in that room down in the dungeons I've felt different." He reached out a hand as if to touch my cheek but then he yanked it away. He whipped around to start pacing the floor.

I watched him with sad eyes hating to see the anger and fear in his face.

He combed restless finger through his hair. "I should hate you for what you and your friends have cost my family. Not just because of that but I mean we're Slytherin and Gryffindor for God's sake! Part of two houses that hate each other's guts. I'm a Death Eater for crying out loud. The Mark on my arm is the very symbol that I should care for only one thing and that's the Dark Lord's victory. I shouldn't care about you!"

"Draco." I interrupted his tirade. He did not stop his pacing but glanced at me briefly. "You don't think I'm not in a similar position? You don't think I've not thought about every single thing you just mentioned?" I watched him as both anger and frustration surfaced in my blood. "The whole night after that first kissed I spent not sleeping but debating about what you were playing at and what you could possibly want from me. It didn't exactly take long I mean I'm one of Harry Potter's friends and to you or someone else I could be the perfect weapon against him. I was furious and the detention after that I had planned to curse you with every horrible thing I could think of." I closed my eyes remembering. "But I didn't. For some reason which I don't know that one kiss had started something for me that I couldn't stop."

I collapsed in a nearby chair drained from the conviction of my words and the clear truth that was in them.

"Gabby?" He ceased his rapid steps and painstakingly slowly faced me again.

"Draco…." I swallowed hard. "Don't think that you alone in this relationship is being tried and tested by fate. I haven't told anyone about anything that has been exchanged between us. I'll regret it no doubt later but," I dug my fingers into the arms of the chair, "I've chosen to live in the present because the way things are heading the moments that we have shared won't exist anymore."

*******Author's Note*******

There's more don't worry, but I wouldn't object to you leaving a reveiw even if it's just a smiley face.