Caught in the Staffroom
Severus Snape swept through the corridors of Hogwarts, his black robes billowing out behind him as usual. He had left his second-year essays in the staffroom and he needed to have marked them by tomorrow morning. As it was now eleven o'clock he had to get them now or ruin his perfect reputation as a boring, foul person who spent his days marking homework and dishing out detentions. As it happens, he had not been doing that, he had just left a rather annoyed Rolanda Hooch in the Potions store cupboard with her blue robes dangling off her. He'd make it up to her later, he thought.
As he neared the staffroom door, he heard faint noises from inside. If Sybil was in there again, drunk no doubt, he would have to hex her to oblivion. He quickened his stride and banged open the door of the staffroom expecting to see Sybil lying on the sofa in the corner, drunken out of her mind. However, what he did see made him freeze in his tracks. Dumbledore and McGonagall wrapped in a passionate embrace in the middle of the room. Minerva was wearing a long green gown, clingy with a slit up the leg to mid-thigh and Albus was wearing his favourite dressing gown.
However, these are the garments they should have been wearing, if they weren't strewn across the floor. Minerva was clad only in a green lacy bra and knickers with green stockings and a garter belt. Albus was even worse. The only thing that was covering him was his red and gold stripy boxers. Severus gulped. At this precise moment in time Albus was holding Minerva to him by the bottom and she had her hands firmly clasped around his neck.
They had stopped snogging but were now looking at Severus; Albus looked mildly annoyed but Minerva looked absolutely furious.
Severus just stood there, frozen, opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish. Eventually, quailing under Minerva's ferocious glare, he ran down the corridor and back to his chambers as fast as he could.
"Shall we continue my dear, or shall we move to a more secure location?" Albus asked her as his hands roamed her upper-half, doing things that were entirely inappropriate for the Headmaster and his Deputy to be doing.
"I think you already know the answer, Albus." Minerva whispered in sultry tones, slipping her hands down his front, her Scottish brogue thickening.
"Well, let us continue in full swing then!" he said happily and deposited Minerva on the sofa in the corner, totally oblivious to the fact that Severus Snape was now attempting to burn the image out of his mind with Firewhiskey in the dungeons below.