A long day. At this point it had been a very, very long day. Putting aside the obvious uncontrollable energy from the First and Second Years, the Third Years had been plain old snarky and rude. Not to even mention the Fifth Years whom had refused to do any work at all, Minerva McGonagall was having a very bad day.
Knowing the only thing at the end of the day she could even vaguely look forward to was the meeting with the Head Students to collect rounds schedules, she—though she would hardly admit it to anyone but herself—had been counting down the minutes. Lily Evans was a bright young girl, a favorite of hers; though her prowess in Transfiguration was less than notable, her partner, James Potter made up for what she lacked. Not an obvious choice and one she'd nearly fought tooth and nail against, Potter had proven himself as one of the best Head Boys she'd ever seen. Though Potter and Evans rarely got along on good days, they'd formed camaraderie around Halloween. And if she paid any attention to the Hogwarts gossip mill—oh the things she'd overhear in class—they began dating not long after. They still fought, and she could hear them yelling down four corridors and a flight of stairs sometimes.
A glance at her watch told her it was time to start heading down.
Given the time, most children were in their Common Rooms preparing for bed, leaving the corridors deserted. The only sound was her shoes clacking on the stone floors, and the portraits muttering to themselves. An occasional ghost. Maybe a First Year running along to Astronomy. But overall silent.
As Minerva drew nearer and nearer to the room, she began to hear noises, though not quite discernible. She drew to a throwing distance of the door and heard a very frustrated "James!"
Ah that was it, she thought. They were fighting. Without much of a second thought, many regrets on that later, she opened the door and…
There was Lily Evans propped on top of the table, legs entangled around James Potter's torso. He appeared to have his trousers up—thank Merlin; however head was tilted down against Lily's neck and her head was back. She made a pleased sort of sound before moving her head, and her eye caught McGonagall's.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh good Godric Gryffindor.
"James!" Lily smacked him on the back, eyes growing to the size of saucers. He made a grunt that sounded vaguely like 'what'.
"Mr. Potter," McGonagall cleared her throat. She steeled her glare to encompass the two.
"Professor!" James jumped nearly a foot in the air, spinning back around to face her. He flushed immediately red, matching, nearly exactly the shade of Lily's hair. "W-we were just, uh, we were…"
"The rounds schedule if you will?" McGonagall held her hand out for the parchment. Lily quickly reached around behind her, producing the completed monthly schedule. Eyes down in shame, she held it out.
Now having what she came for, McGonagall turned to leave.
"Professor?"
"Yes, Miss Evans?"
"You won't be deducting points, right?"
"Not today, Miss Evans."
Lily let out a relieved breath as soon as the door closed. She stood in the same place for maybe five minutes without moving. The most embarrassing moment of her life. She spun around to face James again. They stared at each other in mortification for another minute. Then slowly but surely a grin crept across Lily's face. She began to sidle up closer to James. "Where did we leave off?"
"Somewhere about here." He took her by the hips and began again, with the snogging.
They remembered to lock and soundproof the door this time.