They landed in a Merlin-forgotten room that opened only after Harry had walked along the wall thrice. It was surprisingly nice, as if the room had fulfilled their wishes—the big part of the room was occupied by a big king-sized bed covered in red satin sheets and pillows. The cosy ambience was complemented by the soft light of candles and erotic paintings hanging Ing on the wall. Pansy didn't really pay them a lot of attention though, because as soon as the door closed, she pinned Harry against it, kissing him with reckless abandon. He followed suit, their strengths clashing again. She lost, this time—but she didn't really mind, not when she could feel the tightness of his muscles under his shirt, and admire them when his clothes were cast to the floor.