Late one night I come upon two teenagers snogging in a corridor near the Ravenclaw wing.

"I'm so glad you're not mad at me anymore." The tall redhead says to his dark haired girlfriend. She is pressed between him and the wall and could hardly be seen. This is partially due to her shortness. Could it be? Weasley Twin and Angelina Johnson? "We should probably get going." The girl, Angelina whispers stepping away from her grabby beau. "What if McGonagall catches us..again?" "Relax." The eager Fred? Weasley attempts to console her. "No one ever comes up here." She appears to actually believe this codswallup, and they resume being lusty hormonal teenagers. Smiling icily, I clear my throat. "Johnson! Weasley! 30 points from Gryffindor!" I say sharply. The two whip around and gape at me. "Professor Snape?" Mrs. Johnson gasps, before giving her partner a cool, gripping, death glare. She wouldn't be too badly placed in Slytherin, I muse. Ah well. "Thirty points!" Squeaks half of the Weasley chromosome. "But shouldn't you only give us twenty! It's not past curfew!" Mrs. Johnson jabs her testosterone filled lover in the ribs as if to say. "Shut up, or he'll take more points from Gryffindor." "Ah, curfew." I say, looking at my watch. "I hadn't even thought of that. Thank you for reminding me, Mr. Weasley." "But it's not past curfew yet." He tries to argue. "It's a quarter to eleven." I reply. He nods. "Well you might make it back to Gryffindor common room in fifteen minutes if you had begun a brisk trot a few minutes ago, but I believe you were occupied. I'll have to take thirty more points-" "Oh please-." The girl half begs. Her eyes are brown and beautiful. Shame she's in Gryffindor-Gryffindor Quidditch captain too, I recall. A shame... "I suppose one of you could accept some detentions instead." Angelina looks at the twin. "I don't need any more detentions!" He hisses. "You take them." "This is all your fault!." She hisses back. "Ah well," I say. "Thirty points from Gryffindor. I would begin a brisk march back to your common room unless you would prefer me to ask Mr. Filch to escort you." Mrs. Johnson, and Weasley hurry down the corridor. I go down to the dungeons, and settle down to bed.

"Gryffindor lost sixty points!" George gasped. "Angelina!." Alicia said in horror. "How could this happen! I'm a prefect now, you know! This is so embarrassing!" "Why don't you ask Fred." I say. The sarcasm in my voice lost on no one present. "He's the one who said, 'No one ever comes up here." Everyone looked at Fred, who sighed as he began to tell the story. "Sorry man." Said Lee, the other prefect. " I mean, hard luck! Snape!" Alicia was less forgiving. "So you could have just taken a detention?" She asked. "A week of detentions!" Said Fred. "And I already have two detentions this week." "Oh well," Said Lee. "Who cares about the house cup? The Quidditch cup's the important one." Alicia finally sighed, and gave up her prefect strictness. "Sorry Angelina," She said. "This is obviously all Fred's fault." Alicia said, hugging Angelina, Katie hurried over to hug her too. Fred rolled his eyes.
"Are you feeling left out?" Said his twin, wiping an imaginary tear
from his eye. "Oh the humanity!" George gasped, clutching Fred
tightly. "You must have had a really hard night." He said patting Fred's head comfortingly.
"You two are so bizarre." Said Lee, hugging Fred too. "Hang in there, brotha',"
"Thanks guys!" Fred said, finally breaking away.
"So, you and Angelina broke up again?" Lee said. Fred looked at Angelina, too see the verdict on her face. Strangely enough, she was smiling.
"I have a dare for you, Fred." Angelina said, breaking away from her friends and walking over to Fred. Everyone gasped. Back in the day, when Fred and Angelina first started dating in second year, when they broke up, they would dare each other things, and if they did them they would get back together. Some other couples in Gryffindor began adopting this method as well. However Fred and Angelina hadn't used it since fifth year. Fred was definitely surprised. Pleasantly surprised. But what was this dare?
"What is it, honeybun?" He asked her, smiling.
"Well, Sugar muffin, I Dare You to Kiss Adrian Pucey." Everyone gasped.
"Fine." Said nonchalantly. "If you kiss Marcus Flint!" Everyone gasped even more. Marcus Flint was the ex Slytherin Quidditch captain. He spent a lot more time on Quidditch than his studies and well, this was his third year as a seventh year. He argued that his parents insisted he keep remaining until he got the best NEWTS in his whole family. This year however, he simply was recovering a lost transfiguration credit, and therefore was not a full time student, and could not be captain of the Quidditch team.
"Fine." Said Angelina, turning white. "Ill take Alicia so she can verify-"
"Oh, no way!" Fred yelled. "Youll do it in front of all of us!"
"Oh really. Youll kiss Adrian in front of all of us?"
"....Adrian's a guy! You can't expect-"
"Marcus is MARCUS!" Angelina yelled. A group of fifth years clapped, nodding.
"Fine." Fred said. "You can take George, and ill take Alicia."
"Done." Said Angelina. And promptly went to bed.

Angelina did not like Marcus Flint. He had the most unpleasant smile of anyone she had ever met. Actually, it was probably a tie with the school caretaker, Argus Filch. Marcus was a tall burley now nineteen year old, who looked more suited to beating, but made a pretty good chaser, none the less. Marcus looked okay if he didn't smile. Angelina tried to convince herself. There were uglier people in the school. And Marcus was really popular. Of course, he was no Draco Malfoy-Why did she agree to this? Angelina remembered. So Fred would kiss Adrian..yes. If she would have to kiss Marcus to see that, than fine. A quick peck, and that would be it. Angelina felt better already.

After dinner that day, when Fred was chatting to Lee, Angelina grabbed George and hurried down to the dungeons. She'd noticed Marcus eating quickly. Hopefully, he would hurry down to the common room door alone and Angelina would get her quick kiss, and make an even quicker getaway. Hopefully.
"He's coming." George whispered, hiding around the corner. About 30 seconds later, Marcus Flint walked around the corner. He froze, sing Angelina.

"What are you doin' downeah?" He asked glaring.
"Um." Angelina froze.
"This wuddnt be by any chance Quidditch related?" Marcus said Accusingly.
"No." She said quickly. "It's personal actually."
"Wot?"
"I - well - There's something I've always wanted to do, but I never could before?" Angelina said, stalling.
"Well wot's that." Flint said, not smiling. Her moment. Angelina dived at Marcus who stepped back in alarm as she put her face in his and gave him a quick kiss. On the cheek. She then shot down the hallway in the direction of George, and disappeared, as Marcus stood in front of the door to the Slytherin common room, a hand pressed to his cheek.

When Angelina was halfway across the school, she stopped running, and collapsed on the stairs followed by George, who was right behind her.
"I can't believe I did it!" Angelina puffed.
"You only kissed him on the cheek." George pointed out.
"I had to!" She yelled. "I couldn't! I just couldn't!" Angelina cried, "please don't tell Fred-"
"I won't." Said George. "Ill tell him you gave Marcus quite the smacker."
"But-" Angelina gasped.
"I would never have had you snog Marcus." Said George. "That's sick!"
"It wasn't that bad." Angelina said, defending Fred.
"I would have had you snog someone hot." Said George. "And I would watch."
"Thanks George." Said Angelina. "I think."

Later that night.
"Marcus told everyone you snogged him." Fred said, with a gasp.
"What?" Angelina gasped. "It was only a kiss."
"No one believed him, It was so funny. "
"Do you think Adrian will tell everyone about you?" Angelina asked, grinning.

Fred shook his head.

The next night. The Slytherins had Quidditch practice.

Fred dragged Alicia down to the Slytherin locker rooms. Alicia took a deep breath, and told him what Angelina told her to say.
"Fred, I don't have to come all the way with you, you know. I'll tell Angelina you kissed him fair and square."
"I'll do it." Fred said.
"Okay, but I know it's hard when someone's watching you." Alicia said. "Go ahead." She told Fred and turned around. She walked away down the corridor. Soon she was gone. Fred smiled. Alicia was so nice. Maybe he should just let her lie for him- no. Angelina kissed Marcus. Fred walked down to the Slytherin locker rooms.

Alicia turned around and doubled back the other corridor, until she saw the door swinging shut to the Slytherin locker rooms. She dashed forward, and caught it before it shut. She peered inside.

Adrian Pucey was changing. He had his shirt off and was just buttoning up his dark blue jeans. He was one of those who liked to dress down at night. His skin was a light olive color and lean and muscular. His dark hair was hanging in his eyes as he looked down as he buttoned. Alicia took in her breath. He was..quite attractive. The whole Slytherin locker room was very nice. Very clean. Very green. Nicer than ours, She thought.

Fred walked up to Adrian, who hadn't noticed he had come in at all. There was no one else in the room. He must have not heard the door shut, Fred mused. Adrian straightened to reach for his dark green sweater. He noticed Fred and jumped backwards.

"Bloody Hell!" Adrian yelled. "Is there some kind of secret passageway that leads in here from the Gryffindor locker room?!" Fred neglected to mention the liitle known-master secret passageway connecting all four house locker rooms.
"Sorry, I just came in." Fred said.
"Just tell me this," Adrian demanded. "Does everyone in Gryffindor know where this Locker room is!!?"
"No." Said Fred.
"What are you doing here?" Adrian asked. "You're one of the twins. Not Fred."
"George." Said Fred. He always was amused when people told them apart wrong. Adrian glared at him.
"Well, actually I came to kiss you." Fred said.

"What?" Adrian gasped. "Why?" "Did anyone say anything-"
"Aren't you the paranoid one." Said Fred.
"I cant believe you just said that." Adrian said. "You came to kiss me."
"Well come over here and let me do it." Adrian stepped back.
"No one better find out about this." Adrian said. "I mean it."
"Of course not." Fred said. Adrian threw on his sweater, and sat down.
"Well alright." He agreed. "I guess."
"Oh come on." Said Fred.
"You know I really hate you." Fred sat down next to Adrian.
"Oh please." Fred said. "I think we're beyond all that, don't you."

And he kissed Adrian. Alicia almost gasped out loud. The two handsome boys looked so sexy together. Fred in his red sweater and light jeans and Adrian in his green sweater and darks. Fred had his mouth pressed to Adrian's, and she could see his tongue slipping to connect their mouths. Or was it Adrian's tongue? No it was definitely both their tongues. Adrian moved a little closer, and.. their tongues were moving ever so softly against one another.almost caressing, mixed in with little kisses.it was like everything was in slow motion....Should I be watching this? Alicia wondered, unmoving. She watched Fred slide his hands under Adrian's sweater. Without meaning to, she licked her lips. She saw Adrian's mouth go to Fred's neck, and begin to suck. Fred moaned and actually pushed Adrian away. Alicia remembered something about Angelina telling her about Fred's 'super turn on spot' .that was definitely it. Instead Fred pushed Adrian all the way down on the bench and pushed up his sweater. He began stroking Adrian's muscular abdomen, and then leaned down to kiss it. Adrian closed his eyes. Alicia felt a shiver in her stomach. A delicious shiver. This was hot. Very hot. Alicia felt herself blushing as Fred slid undone the button of Adrian's jeans. The very button that Adrian had been doing up when Fred arrived. As Fred unzipped Adrian's zipper, Alicia knew she shouldn't be watching this. She should definitely not. She should leave-In a few minutes.

Seventeen minutes later Alicia turned to leave. She had to hurry. Fred was just about to open the door! Alicia ran down the hall, but as she turned the corner, she ran into Angelina.
"OOf!." They fell on the floor with a thump.
"Angelina?" Alicia gasped. Was she not the only spy?
"Get out of the way." George yelled, hurtling to a stop, before he crashed into them. They all were back on the floor.
"George?" gasped Alicia.
"I'm Fred actually." Said George with a wink. "Tonight."
"We've go to get out of here!" Angelina whispered futilely. "We can't let him know we watched that!"
"Quick! The wardrobe!" George hissed, pointing to a large old wardrobe a few paces down the hall, he threw the door open and stepped in. Alicia and Angelina stepped in too. They fit, but just barely. Alicia closed the door just as they heard Fred's footsteps approaching on the stone near the locker room door. The sounds stopped as Fred turned the corner and began walking down the carpeted hall in front of the wardrobe.

"A bit cramped in here." Angelina pointed out, squinting in the dark.

"Define cramped." George said.
"Lets see," Alicia began. "Cant move, pressed together like kippers in a can."
"More like sardines in a can." Said Angelina. "More in there. Tighter fit."
"But kippers are bigger." Alicia pointed out.
"Well," Greorge began. "There both cold fish. What we have here are warm ladies." Both girls rolled their eyes in the dark.
"We should probably get out." Angelina began.
"Have you heard Adrian leave yet?" Asked George. No one had. "Looks like we're still waiting." A few minutes later, Alicia poked George in the side with her elbow.
"Sorry." She said. He poked her in the chest.
"Ow!"
"Apoligies. Its dreadfully dark in here."
"You did that on purpose!"
"Did not." Poke.
"You did!" Jab.
"Not." Prod.
"Did." Nudge.
"Not." Dig.
"Did." Bump.
"Not." Shove.
"Will you two stop it!" Angelina exclaimed. "Just snog already. I'm out of here." And she threw open the wardrobe door.

"Well, well, well, If it isn't Mr. Weasley, and his date yet again."
"Oh no."
"Oh, what's this? A ménage a trios? That'll be extra points."
"Professor Snape-"
"Is that a prefect! Tisk tisk, Miss Spinett."

The next day.

Angelina walked up to Fred.
"So you kissed Adrian?"
"Yes."
"I guess we're back together then."
"Guess so."
"Fancy a snog?"
"Sounds good."

And they did.

The end.