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'Oh my God, I can't feel my arm.' The pale limb extended lifeless across Draco's chest, and he began to prod it with increasing vigour with the one arm he could feel. Hermione let out a whispered shriek from underneath him.

'That's because it's my arm, you idiot! Get off me!' They were a tangle of bodies and invisibility cloak, which were there better light in Professor Binn's cupboard, would look very odd indeed. During the time it had taken to disentangle themselves and stand up, the Durmstrang students had rearranged the classroom. Now, instead of orderly rows, a circle had been created from the desks. The faint glow of several candles penetrated the darkness of the cupboard, which Hermione now realised was too tight for them to stand side-by-side. Draco was stuck behind her with little-to-no view of the proceedings, while she found herself pressed up against the door. To her horror, the door was not solid - a large horizontal gouge ran almost its full width, in-line with her mouth. Shrapnel damage from Seamus. It's impressive, really, Hermione thought to herself, considering this is a history class, not a magic class.

She fumbled about her robes for a wand and it not being forthcoming, tilted her head back towards Draco. 'I need you to shrink this hole,' she whispered. 'They might see us.' Malfoy took great care to not mistake Hermione's robes for his own, as he plunged his hand through the folds of fabric. He managed to extract his wand without much accidental prodding of Hermione. A quick flish and the cupboard itself shrunk in size, pushing Hermione's face further into the door and Draco's into her hair. 'You idiot,' she repeated, reaching back to grab the wand from him. She muttered the counter-spell, returning the cupboard to its normal size, then aimed the reducto spell pointedly at the gouge. 'You need to aim your spells, Malfoy, not just chuck them out there willy-nilly.' She chastised, handing the wand back. He grunted in response.

Now possessing a safer viewing point, Hermione bent down slightly to peer through the door. Viktor stood in the centre of the makeshift circle, his arms folded and expression clouded. Igor Karkaroff stood behind him, surveying the other Durmstrang students. 'We are all here?' He asked, his voice thick with a Bulgarian accent. 'Good.'

'I hear news,' Viktor said, straightening. 'We all know of coming of dragon.'

'I think Dumbledore suspicious also,' Igor added. 'We must prepare for coming of dragon in better secret.'

'There will be bloodshed,' another Durmstrang student offered. Hermione, enraptured, pushed herself closer to the gap. Draco felt, more than saw, that something interesting was happening on the other side. Intrigued, he tried to move forward, which to Hermione's horror toppled a broom. The broom fell backwards, creating a resounding boing on a tin pail, and sent a cascade of scrolls onto the minimal floor space. The Durmstrang students fell silent, and as one turned to stare at the cupboard door. Wide-eyed, Hermione twisted to face Draco.

'You've done it now.' There was the scraping of desks against the stone floor as they were moved, and the trod of heavy footsteps coming closer. Panic-stricken and unable to locate the invisibility cloak in the dark cupboard, Hermione took the only option she thought available. Grabbing Draco by the collar, she pulled him against her, wrapping one hand around his waist while her other hand intertwined with his hair. Her mouth hit his and he acquiesced instantly, his lips moulding to match hers, tongue working to keep rhythm with the kiss. The cupboard door was yanked open and Draco attempted to pull away from Hermione to see the invaders, but her grip kept his face firmly against hers. The urging of her body against his prevented him from fighting any harder and he gave-in, not caring what the consequences would be.

Words were spoken in a foreign tongue and the door slammed closed, plunging the two back into darkness. They didn't separate, with Hermione continuing her kisses until she was certain the adjacent classroom had emptied. The secret Durmstrang meeting had clearly been disrupted.

Only then did she relinquish her grip on Draco. He stared back at her, warm and happily confused. 'It worked,' she said with a relieved smile, pushing the cupboard door back open to reveal the empty classroom. 'I was hoping they'd just leave an oblivious couple making-out. Too distracted to be a threat.' He frowned,

'What do you mean, a threat?'