Broom Cupboard
"OW! Why the bloody hell did you throw me into the ruddy broom cupboard!" Lily Evans, Head Girl, screamed.
"Because I felt like it Princess!" Sirius taunted through the locked door, using her pet name. "And you're not allowed out until a half hour before classes tomorrow."
"I hate you, Black!" she growled through the door, resigning herself to her fate. The Marauders, despite their pranks, were pretty smart. Their charms would most likely hold through the night.
"You know he's only doing this because he loves me," a voice from the back of the dimly lit closet. She yelped and turned around, shining her lit wand on James Potter, Head Boy, Quidditch Captain, and her secret boyfriend for the past three months, leaning up against the wall.
"Don't scare me like that," she admonished, hitting his arm lightly. She put up a silencing spell.
"You'd think that they'd figure it out by now," James said, reaching out and pulling her closer.
"Your friends may be pretty smart," Lily conceded. "But they sure are thick."
"I'll agree," he said, smirking down at her. "Did I ever tell you about my broom cupboard fantasy?"
"Do tell," Lily prompted. She yelped once more when he picked her up by her bottom and pinned her against the wall, testing the limits of her silencing charm all night long.