There wasn't much that got by Ministry employees. Years as a spy had Snape craving danger. Hermione blushed admitting she liked it. Nay, she craved it.
Pressed against a corridor alcove, the hustle and bustle of the workplace rang in their ears as her mouth and hand pulled from him the sounds of pure ecstasy that threatened to reveal them to the world. She felt him tighten, felt him growl for more.
Her friends' voices looking for her broke her stride just as Snape's hand tugged softly on her curls, before he spoke "Shhh….keep calm and carry on Miss Granger."
