Part 7 by Firebolt909
Ginny stopped dead, her hand paused in its task. Shocked brown eyes met shocked green ones. Harry hissed out a curse, knowing that their time was up. How could any couple have worse luck when trying to find a few minutes alone? First house-elves, then Snape, then Ginny's older brother, then Moaning Myrtle…Harry's face flushed a bit when he remembered that. Then there was Malfoy's damned letter, and now….
"What do you think he wants Severus?" Asked the voice of Professor McGonagall, slightly panting as she and Snape strode by the curtain. Harry groaned inwardly. Of all the professors to come along, it had to be the two that could make his life the most miserable.
"I'm not too sure Minnie, but he picked a hell of a time to disturb us," grumbled Snape. At those words, Harry and Ginny both looked at each other in amazement. "Minnie?" They both mouthed the words in utter shock that Snape of all people would dare call McGonagall by that nickname. Ginny buried her face in Harry's neck, silently shaking with laughter. The footsteps faded past quickly and thankfully too, because Ginny wasn't able to hold in the giggles much longer.
"Minnie?!" she gasped. "Did Snape just call her Minnie?" Harry sniggered as well, although it was forced because he was just to damned frustrated to find too much humor in the situation. Ginny was still on his lap, both of their robes were partly open, and Harry's mind and body was still focused on what Ginny was about to do to him before they were interrupted.
"It's obvious they're going to Dumbledore," Harry explained, hoping she'd take the hint and continue right where she left off. Ginny blinked as though she didn't understand what he was talking about at first. "You know," Harry said. "We can't go in there now. I mean…we're not supposed to be out anyway, and what would it look like if we just barged in there now? I think we should stay right here." Ginny didn't say anything so Harry finally placed her hand in its previous spot. She'd get the point quick enough. Ginny laughed, and her deft fingers continued their exploring, causing Harry to quite lose his mind. He moaned when she hit a particularly sensitive area.
"Shhhhhh!" She hissed in his ear, her breath sending shivers up and down his spine. "You want them to hear us?" Harry was incapable of speech at the moment, so he merely shook his head.
"Good boy," Ginny said just before she started kissing him again.
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"Who knew this castle would have some of the most perfect hiding places?" Harry said breathlessly a while later.
"Mmmmm…" Ginny murmured.
"Do you think Snape and McGonagall are still in there?" Harry asked, scooting back against the seat, to make more room for her.
"I don't know. I haven't exactly been listening out for them, have I?" Ginny said, giving Harry a sly grin. "Something about figuring out what 'Icarius Wings' are distracted me."
"Hmm…we'll have to work on that theory some more, I think," Harry said as though they were discussing the latest Transfiguration article from Transfiguration Weekly.
"I suppose we really should be getting on about that letter," Ginny sighed, straightening up. Harry sighed as well, knowing that as usual, she was right. Sticking his head through the velvet curtains, he saw that the coast was clear.
"You ready?" He asked Ginny, who was scrambling around for
something.
"Wait! I can't find my other sock," she replied.
"I believe that you might find it on my head, dear girl," said the bust of Pontius the Pompous, nearly giving Harry a heart attack. He'd quite forgotten about sitting the bust outside the alcove, and blushed slightly at the thought of why he'd placed it out there in the first place. Sure enough, Ginny's sock was draped right across Pontius' face. Harry gave it to Ginny, helped her up from the alcove, placed Pontius back in his original spot and with a jaunty wave at the bust, set off for Dumbledore's office.
They made it as far as the corner before running into trouble.
"Potter! Miss Weasley! What are you two doing up this late? And in this corridor no less!" Harry felt absolutely sick at the sight of McGonagall and Snape. McGonagall's hair was loosely tied in a bun, and she was wearing a tartan dressing gown, with mismatched socks on. Snape merely wore a dark green velvet robe, with matching slippers. He glanced at Harry over his hooked nose with a look that said very plainly that he knew what they'd been up to.
"Uh…" Harry began, wishing that they'd taken the time to smooth out their robes a bit more and fix Ginny's hair so that it didn't look so tousled.
"We need to see the Headmaster," said Ginny matter-of-factly. "We've got something to show him. It's very important."
"Is that so?" said Snape. "Why do you two look so flushed? Run all the way up here, did you?" Snape sneered. Harry felt his face flame.
"Yes," Ginny said. "It's very important that we see Professor Dumbledore." There must have been something in Ginny's tone of voice that gave the impression that it really was important because Professor McGonagall merely replied, "I see. Well, off you go then, but I will be speaking to the Headmaster about this in the morning."
Harry bit his lip in efforts to keep back his sigh of relief. The two professors let them pass, although Snape looked like he wanted to delay them a bit longer.
"Did you see the state of their robes?" Harry heard Snape
hiss to his companion.
"Yes I did, Severus. Like I told you earlier, they're all like rabbits!"
Harry didn't hear the reply to this, and wasn't too sure he wanted to. They were now at the statue leading up to Dumbledore's office.
