"Draco, she might be in that one!" cried Pansy.

"Okay, fine," snapped the blonde haired Slytherin. "I'll look in there, you go on and search that one down the hall." As he walked in, he thought, stupid Filch and his stupid cat. Why in heck do we have to find it? Not like I care.

Draco Malfoy walked in to the broom closet. "What the heck are you doing in here, Patil?" He paused, and tried not to stutter. "And where's your clothes?"

Parvati Patil was wearing only her knickers and bra, and she was very wet. Shivering, she stuttered, "I was er, we were spraying each other with water earlier. I was heading to the bathroom, and the Ravenclaws were being mean, so I hid."

Her black hair dripped on to her bra, making it see through. Draco forced himself not to stare at her beautiful body and pushed against the door. "They locked it from being able to open from the inside," he muttered.

"Yeah, and I don't have my wand," she stuttered.

"Neither do I," he muttered. "Oh my gosh."

"W-what are you going to do?"

"Shut up," he snapped.

"B-but..."

"Shut up!"

He stood there, watching her shivering and coughing. Finally, he sighed and pulled off his cloak to spread it over her shoulders.

"You...could catch a cold," he muttered, sitting down next to her and putting his arm awkwardly around her shoulders.

She shook her head. "I'll b-be f-fine." She leaned in to him for warmth, pressing her wet head against his broad shoulders.

He blushed a little, though in the dark it was hard to tell. "Patil, tell me, have you ever done all the things you giggle about with your friends? Like dating so and so, or kissing a guy or whatnot?"

Parvati blushed. "Oh, heh, not really. The guy I really want to date and kiss doesn't fancy me like I him."

"What's he like? I'm sure someone would have to be insane not to fancy you."

She giggled shyly. "He's tall and thin and handsome. He has silvery blonde hair-literally! And beautiful blue gray eyes. Yeah, he acts all mean and strong and tough, but I know he's a sweetheart." She paused, and then asked nervously, "Who do you like? What's she like?"

"Well," Draco gulped a little, and then said, "She's beautiful. She has dark brown hair and beautiful caramel brown eyes. She's gentle and soft, but she's stubborn and strong. Heh, she's a Gryffindor, actually." He carefully pushed some hair behind her ear, staring at her beautiful brown eyes.

"Well, er, I think you should kiss me, Draco."

"Gladly, Parvati." He leaned down and started kissing her.

"M-me?" she squeaked after the first kiss. "You like me?"

"Yes," he admitted softly.

Parvati giggled shyly. "Good. I like you, too."

They started kissing, and didn't stop until they heard a quiet, "Ahem."

They both looked up, and Parvati nervously pulled Draco's cloak around her more tightly. "Thank you, Professor," she squeaked. "Sorry."

Professor Dumbledore smiled at them, his blue eyes sparkling. "Ah, gladly, Miss Patil and Mr Malfoy."

"Thank you," Draco said, grinning at the Headmaster. He really wasn't much of an old dolt anyway. He started sprinting after the beautiful girl, and together, they walked down the hallway.