This has not seen a beta, it was written at a ridiculous hour of the morning. I'm not sure it even qualifies as fluffy, but have it, it's yours (You know who you are).
As Hermione Granger's elbow made contact with his stomach in the darkness, Draco found himself wondering for at least the second time that day if the woman beside him was completely out of her mind.
"Granger, why in Merlin's name are we meeting in a broom closet? Can't we just plan this at one of our desks? Or book a conference room like civilised people?" He grumbled.
"I already told you! It's part of our cover! If Harry sees us together he will definitely know we are up to something, it's not as if we've been known to get along," she hissed back. "Besides, if I can't manage to keep this a surprise, Ginny will never let me live it down."
The small space was suddenly flooded with light as she lit her wand and thrust it into his hand. "Hold this," she muttered, pulling out a clipboard and one of the muggle pens she favoured.
It felt strange, holding someone else's wand, but it didn't leave him with the same unpleasant sensation some wands had in the past. It felt curiously comfortable, almost sympathetic to his own magic. He briefly marvelled at Granger's trusting nature, to hand him her wand as though it were nothing more than a candle.
"Speaking of the Weasellette, she said she was taking care of the guest li-"
Draco found himself suddenly interrupted by a slim finger placed against his lips. The faint sound of footsteps could be heard coming towards them from outside in the corridor and Granger's eyes were as wide as saucers. Before he had time to blink, her clipboard had vanished and she grabbed her wand from his hand, dropping it to the floor as they were plunged into total darkness. Then he found himself with his arms full of witch as she launched herself at him and started snogging him like her life depended on it.
Her lips were warmer and softer than he had expected, but her kisses were demanding; he found himself responding to her in kind without thought. As she slid her finger into the hair at the base of his neck, he wrapped one arm around her and his other hand found purchase on her hip, tugging her body closer to him. As his fingers skimmed under the hem of her now mostly untucked blouse, gliding tantalizingly across bare skin, she moaned into his mouth, sending an unexpected, though not unwelcome, flare of arousal through him.
His second hand joined the first, now dragging her top up her torso as he exposed more of her skin to the cool air, when they were suddenly brought crashing back to reality by the sound of someone loudly clearing their throat. They jumped apart and Draco noted how bright it was in the closet despite the silhouette blocking the now open door of their hiding space.
He made eye contact with Harry before glancing over at Granger, finding her flushed, panting and sheepishly staring down at her shoes.
"Well...I was looking for you, Draco, to go over the paperwork on yesterday's case. I followed the tracking charm on your badge. But I can see that you're busy, so…" Harry trailed off, looking back and forth between them several times before continuing. "And I guess I owe my wife 20 Galleons."
He chuckled, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair.
"What exactly is that supposed to mean, Harry?" Draco narrowed his eyes at his partner as he reached out to put a steadying hand on Granger's arm.
"Oh. I thought maybe you might be up to something. Because it's my birthday soon? And Ginny told me I was full of it and that you were just shag..um, nevermind. We made a wager. That's really all there is to it. And it seems I've lost." Harry turned his head to look out into the hallway, taking a step back. "So, uh, when you're done, later, you know where to find me, yeah?"
Draco didn't quite have time to finish processing the interaction that had just taken place before Harry was gone and the door closed behind him, once again surrounding them in darkness.
He rounded on Granger. "What just happened?"
"Harry caught us snogging?" She said, rather unhelpfully.
"Yes, obviously, I noticed. But, what was it that possessed you to pull that little stunt?" He asked, taking another step closer to her and crowding her against the opposite wall of the closet.
"Our cover?" She squeaked, still breathless.
"Sounds reasonable." Draco looked down into her dilated pupils and slowly lifted his arm to place his palm against the wall directly beside her head as his lip quirked up in amusement. "And, since he thinks we're in here finishing what we started, we might as well do that, right?"
Hermione bit her lip and nodded enthusiastically. "For the love of Merlin, yes please."