Harry Potter, In The Broom Closet, With Who?!
Chapter One
Busted!
Severus Snape stalked the corridors, heading towards the source of noise. He paused once outside the target, a storage closet on the third floor, and knocked sharply. The pants and groans unique to sexual intercourse ceased and a hurried scuffling ensued. Silence reigned for ten minutes, whilst the little perverts waited him out. He lazily cast an eavesdropping charm of his own invention.
"On three, we burst out and make a run for it. Whoever it is, they can't catch us both. One.."
Potter. Severus sneered. So the little mongrel had finally discovered the female species. Well, this could be entertaining. He almost regretted not spelling the door open like he usually did, but he hadn't been in the mood to suffer the sight of a couple in a sexual embrace. Still, there was a chance to embarrass Potter yet. Severus wondered who his companion would be. Perhaps the Weasley girl or that irritating Granger. His sneer curved into a smirk. He could humiliate Potter with this for months.
"Three!"
The door banged open and two figures dashed in opposite directions. "Stupefy. Petrificus Totalus." Really, the corridor went on for ten meters straight in either direction. Did they think they could outrun his wand? He walked towards Potter's petrified form, savoring the brat's eyes following his movements.
"Well, Well, Mister Potter. Why am I not surprised that the piteous moaning heard two floors below had something to do with you? You and your little girlfriend are coming with me to my classroom, where your first detention will commence immediately."
The Potter brat's frozen face flushed with embarrassment and his eyes bore angrily into Severus' skull. Severus levitated Potter, knowing very well that the spell combined with the petrified state of the boy would be extremely nauseating and uncomfortable. He walked deliberately slowly towards Potter's lover. Potter wasn't looking at him, but staring straight at the ceiling. Interesting. He kicked the form over onto her back. The sarcastic remark he was about to make died on his lips.
Harry Potter's lover was none other than Theodore Nott.