When Severus Snape opened a broom closet, the last thing he expected was for a blindfolded Harry Potter leap against him and pressed his lips to his for a kiss. Snape roughly shoved him away.
"What in the blazes do you think you are doing, Potter?" Snape yelled, sputtering for the first time ever.
Harry's mouth dropped open. "I! You! He!"
"Is this a trick you learned from your father? Leap out upon unsuspecting victims and hope to land a date that way? That's truly pathetic, Potter."
"How on earth was I supposed to learn that from my father?"
"You're not even trying to deny it!"
"You were supposed to be Draco!"
Snape's eyes widened. "You were going to force yourself on Draco?" he asked dangerously.
"Not like that!" Harry said. "He was supposed to meet me. It's a…it's uhm a game."
"I see," Snape said.
Harry gulped. Snape this calm couldn't spell anything good. Not at all. He watched as the corners of Snape's mouth quirked up into what could have been a smile on anyone else. Snape then quickly pushed Harry back in the closet and slammed the door shut. His smile became even more fearsome as he locked the closet door as well. As he turned he saw Draco headed over, looking flushed and his eyes bright with excitement.
"Professor!" Draco exclaimed in shock. He looked all around the small area. "You…You haven't seen Potter around here, have you?"
Snape raised an eyebrow.
"So you have," Draco muttered.
Snape fought not to roll his eyes. "Where do you think he is, Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco blushed.
"You do know the risks that you are taking, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape asked.
Draco nodded.
"Well they better be worth it. Potter's a good kisser. Have at it," Snape said waving his hand toward the broom closet.