Prompt: Could you do a continuation of Just Pretending where McGonagall actually walks in on them when Hermione does the impression of her, but decides to watch for more?

Era: Order of The Phoenix
Rating: T (For McG's thoughts)

Hanky Panky

Basically, "Just Pretending" from McGonagall's perspective. :)

Professor McGonagall typically made a final round once the prefects were done, just to make sure they didn't miss anything. Sometimes she found a Ravenclaw studying in an empty classroom, a pair of Hufflepuffs smuggling biscuits from the kitchen, or a young inter-house couple hiding in the shadows of the hallways, attempting to avoid the patrolling prefects so they could enjoy some after-hours cavorting. When McGonagall would stumble upon them, she could simply clear her throat and send them a stern look, and their special moment would end abruptly, or at least be delayed until the next night.

Occasionally she came across one of her very own prefects causing mischief after hours. As disappointing as this could be, she had once been a teenager herself, so she would turn a blind eye for the first offense, offer a stiff talking-to on the second, and very rarely was there a third.

When she heard voices coming from an empty classroom on the third floor, she decided to investigate. They weren't exactly quiet, and as she got closer, their cackling laughter echoed down the hallway. It appeared that the culprits didn't even care that it was after hours. McGonagall briefly wondered why the prefects hadn't caught them, before she realized who was on prefect duty that night- Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley. She smiled. Of course they were distracted.

As she approached the source, the voices became even louder and clearer. She would recognize those voices anywhere. Maybe it had been a mistake to pair Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley together for prefect rounds. She had a fondness for both of them, and they really did work well together, but they could distract each other far too easily.

Before she entered the classroom, something made her pause. She peered in through the crack of the doorway to see Hermione standing at the front of the classroom, while Ron shook with laughter at a nearby desk.

"Mr. Weasley, may I suggest you listen to your friend Hermione Granger, when it comes to homework questions? Her expertise may be of service to you."

She said it confidently and sternly, a manner very familiar to McGonagall. It almost sounded like Hermione was doing an impression of her. She waited, curious to hear more.

'OK, sure," said Ron, as he leaned back. He stacked his feet on the desk in front of him. "I could see her saying that. Maybe not as arrogantly, though," he added, making Hermione laugh.

Professor McGonagall smiled at Ron's addition, thankful that he didn't mistake her commanding demeanor for arrogance.. If Miss Granger truly cared about an accurate impression, she would have told Mr. Weasley to take his feet off of the desk.

She was about to press her way into the room, but when the pair switched places and Ron started pulling his hair over his face, she hesitated. She wanted to see this...

"Granger, I see you've managed to memorize the entire textbook," he snarled in a monotone. "Next time, get a life, and stop being such an insufferable know-it-all."

McGonagall smiled. It was a pretty accurate impression of Severus, and it reminded her that they were overdue for another discussion about calling students names.

McGonagall shuddered at Hermione's deeply concerning impression of Dolores.

"Ronald Weasley, we don't tell lies in this classroom. Maybe an evening with me in my office would serve as a good reminder," she said brightly. "You, me, veritaserum and my blood quill will be…," McGonagall raised an eyebrow as Hermione shoved her wand under Ron's chin, "best friends."

Dolores is not fit to be teaching here, she thought. And what does she mean by blood quill? McGonagall made a mental note to investigate further.

She decided to officially break up the fun when they attempted a rather awkward impression of Harry Potter and Cho Chang. She opened the door when Ron stood behind Hermione, wrapping his arms around her while his face turned beet red. She'd been a teenager before, after all, and she knew where this could lead.

She pushed through the door, and the pair jolted apart. "Granger, Weasley, what are you two doing in the corridors?"

"Er, we were just-,' stammered Ron.

"Finishing prefect rounds!" interrupted Hermione. "We were on duty tonight."

Oh, I know, thought McGonagall. How cute that they lost track of time. "Granger, rounds were supposed to end an hour ago," she said sternly. "Both of you should be back in your common room by now."

They exchanged a surprised glance, clearly taken aback by the time.

"Sorry, Professor!" said Hermione, as she started to shuffle toward the door. "Ron, we should go."

"Yeah, sorry Professor,"

She smiled as they shuffled away. They could use some fun, so he was happy they found opportunity during rounds. However, she still needed to keep an eye on them. While she could tolerate some occasional, innocent fun on prefect rounds, she wouldn't stand for any hanky panky.