Professor Snape and Hermione Granger had only been trapped in the closet for about an hour, but to them, it felt like months. Snape was murmuring enchantments at the doorknob non-stop, while Hermione just had given up.
"It's boiling in here," Hermione snapped. "You can't do a cooling enchantment?"
"Enough, Miss Granger," Snape said. "I've grown weary of your continuous arguing."
Hermione fell silent.
He leaned in closer. Hermione blushed.
"You look wonderful today," He said.
"Thank you, Professor," Hermione said quietly.
"Since we're in here, why don't we fill some time...
Professor McGonnagall was preparing for her upcoming Transfiguration class. But first, she needed to fetch some files from Snape's file closet.
She walked into the room, surprised it wasn't occupied by Snape. Perhaps he decided to go for a stroll?
McGonagall opened the file closet door to find the most disturbing scene of Snape and Hermione snogging passionately.
"What in Merlin's tangled beard is going on?" she shrieked.
Hermione screamed, and Snape quickly cast an Obliviation charm on her.
"Is she dead?" Hermione shrieked as McGonagall fell to the floor.
"No, just temporarily unconcious," Snape said.
He turned to Hermione.
"You have done very well in your detention. You may go."
Hermione left, but as she stood at the doorway, she thought of something.
"Professor?"
"Yes?"
She blushed. "Can I come to detention... next week?"