It was a hot june evening, and a certain Andromeda Black was on head girl duty. Or — she was supposed to be, atleast. Instead, she was enjoying Ted Tonk's company inside of a broom closet, pushed up against the wall, hoisted up by Ted's strong arms in a kid of mid-air straddle. Her hand clasped and groped at the locks on the back of his head, and he snuck his hand up her shirt.
Graduation was just around the corner, and after that, they were free. Free of the heavy stoned walls, free from the controlling grasp of Andromeda's family.
It was exhilarating, fascinating. Andromeda was suffocating, but she didn't want to pull away. She was drunk. Drunk in love, drunk in lust. She pulled him closer, and even though they were chest to chest before, they were closer then they had ever been. It was like they were morphing into each other, and he was crushing her lungs, but it's not like she had air in them anyway. Soon, she would faint, she felt herself getting more and more lightheaded, and saw stars—
'What on earth are you two doing in here?'
Andromeda's lipped unplugged from Ted's with an uncomfortable 'pluck' noise.
'Patrol duties, ma'am.' Ted said immediately, pulling a straight face, even though he look disheveled.
Minerva Mcgonagall, took one look at the pair, and Ted seemed to forget that his hand was up Andromeda's shirt, and slowly, he dragged it out. Not unnoticed by Professor Mcgonagall.
'Detention, every saturday, for the first term of next year.'
As soon as Mcgonagall was out of the hallway they continued. Mcgonagall knew as much as they knew, they were graduating in two weeks.
Mcgonagall was a raging lunatic, but she was also a genius.
She was, by far, the best teacher.