Being late.
She run around a corner. She almost fell when she run of the stairs in the hall. She run across the hall to a small door. It was the door that lead to the dungeons.
The dungeons, she thought, that's where I should have been thirty minutes ago. She had never been late for class and now she was. She was late for potions. Potions. She really couldn't have picked an another class for being late.
Snape was probably going to kill her. Give her detention, take of points from Gryffidor and humiliate her the rest of her life.
She stood still for the door. She really didn't want to go down there. But she didn't really have a choice and with that thought she opened the door and run through it.
Straight against something soft. Before she could realize what was happening she lay on something on the ground.
Afraid of opening her eyes and see on who see lay down. She slowly began to feel with her hands. She felt soft clothes and then a soft skin.
The skin was very cold and yet it felt warm. She slowly began to move her hands more and she felt that she was touching a face. She felt a big nose and soft lips.
'Granger, get your fingers out of my mouth now!'
She froze. Oh, my god. Oh, my fucking god. Slowly she began to panic. Oh, help. Oh, please help! Please, let this be a bad dream. Please, let this not be happening. Let this not be true, please, please…
'Are you planning to stay here all day or are you actually going TO GET THE HELL OF ME!'
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