Hermione moaned softly as Ron kissed his way from her lips down her neck to the edge of her camisole. They lay across his bed, in the dorm which was for once free of its other teenage occupants. She giggled as his tongue traced just above the fabric, and the rise of her chest, down into the start of her cleavage.
"Mmmm, that feels so good Ron."
"You taste so good, Hermione."
He kissed his way back to her mouth, more slowly this time, and she pulled him down onto her, his body pressed against hers in an incredibly enjoyable way, their lips locked. He flicked his tongue against her bottom lip and she gladly gave him entrance, their tongues danced and then she sucked at his making him groan into her mouth.
The door flew open and thudded against the wall. Harry burst in, followed by Draco, neither took much notice as Ron jumped off Hermione, who gasped and sat up, glad to be still mostly clothed.
"… can't believe he took 30 points of *both* of us," Harry exclaimed, clearly continuing a rather irritated conversation.
He had noticed Ron and Hermione's shock at their entrance but decided to ignore it. If he and Draco were interrupted, they would be too. Draco ignored them both, whether because he was embarrassed or bored by what they had walked in on, and sat down on Harry's bed with a book from the bedside table. He swung his feet up, slumped against the pillow and started to read.
"Who did what?" Hermione asked, as she straightened her clothes and hair. Ron sat back on the bed beside her, clearly unhappy with the sudden turn in events.
"Flitwick took thirty points from me, and thirty points from Draco, because he caught us kissing in an empty classroom," Harry explained, placing himself next to Draco on his bed. "You should have seen his face, he was utterly disgusted."
"Well, I'm sure that he wasn't expecting to walk in on… what ever you were doing," Ron said, shrugging.
"Yeah? Well, he should have knocked!" Harry exclaimed. Ron and Hermione had to laugh, having been caught the same way just seconds previous.
"You know Harry, you could try knocking occasionally too." Hermione said with a smile.
"You'd only ignore me."
"At least we'd have that option." Ron countered.
"Were you really *just* kissing?" Hermione asked quietly. "I've walked in on you two enough times to know that Draco is rarely satisfied just to kiss you when he has you to himself." Ron silently pretended to gag behind Hermione's back and Harry blushed. Draco had apparently not heard them, and was still reading.
"Ok, so it wasn't just kissing, but it's not like we were shagging either," Harry protested. Hermione noticed Draco's slight smile at this comment, but he didn't look away from the book. "Although if he'd walked in a few minutes later…" Harry mused.
"I think we've heard enough details now, thanks Harry," Ron said, trying not to imagine the scene.
"Oh, would you prefer a demonstration, Ron?" Harry said, moving as though to go towards his friend's bed. Ron screwed up his face and made a noise of obvious revulsion.
"I'm sure Flitwick just got a shock at walking in on you and Draco getting it on," Hermione pointed out.
"We weren't *getting it on*," Harry pouted indignantly. Hermione nodded, eyes sceptical. "Anyway, how would he like it if the same thing happened to him?"
"Ewww!" exclaimed Hermione and Ron in unison, evidently conjuring disturbing mental images of this situation. Even Draco had to shudder.
"Flitwick and who?" Hermione asked, laughing.
"McGonagall?" Ron suggested, looking appalled at himself for such a thought.
"Trelawney?" Harry suggested. "Or… Dumbledore?"
"HARRY!" Hermione shouted, in what Harry mistook for a reproachful tone.
"You never know Hermione. It's not as easy to tell who's gay or straight as people think," Harry insisted.
"No, it's PERFECT!" Hermione exclaimed. Ron and Harry stared at her, mouths open.
"Hermione, its one thing to put up with your best mate snogging a bloke but there's no reason to start hoping your teachers are gay too," Ron said, shocked.
"No, of course they're not. Well, Flitwick at least. Dunno about Dumbledore. But we could... It might work if... unless... and then we'd just... maybe..." Hermione calculated, working out whatever it was in her head. Harry and Ron just stared at her, Ron sickened and Harry confused. "Yes! I've got it!" she said with excitement.
"Got what?" Ron asked.
"The dare," Hermione said smugly. "Bear with me, because it's a bit far-fetched. We could use a polyjuice potion to become them, the teachers! And make them, well, do whatever we want!"
"Like what?" Ron asked with trepidation.
"Things they wouldn't normally do, at least not in public," she winked at them. Harry laughed, but Ron was still confused. Hermione sighed. "Use your imagination."
"She means we could make Flitwick and Dumbledore shag in the middle of a corridor," Draco summed up bluntly. Ron seemed to turn green.
"Ew," he groaned. "We can't do that, think of what it would do to anyone who saw."
"Well I don't know about shag, but certainly we could get some revenge for Dumbledore locking us up with Pansy, and Flitwick taking points off Gryffindor just cause Harry and Draco can't contain themselves."
"So polyjuice. Who'd would…. *be* them?"
"Me and Draco could be Dumbledore and Flitwick, and you two can be Snape and Trelawney?" Harry joked.
"Excellent idea, Harry." Hermione nodded.
"I wasn't being serious!"
"I don't want to be Snape!" Ron complained.
"You'll be fine," Hermione said, just as the door banged open and Lee Jordan bounced into the dorm, followed by Angelina Johnson, who didn't look too happy.
"Can we help you?" Ron asked, not exactly politely.
"You can't," Lee said sharply, "but Harry can."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Should have known."
"What's up, Lee?" Harry asked.
"Angelina's about to go to a private Potions lesson… with Snape. Since you took remedial potions with him last year, I was hoping you would try to talk her out of it." Lee said, while Angelina rolled her eyes, and smiled apologetically at Harry.
"Well, he's the same as in class I guess, unless your name is Harry Potter. He got furious when he felt I wasn't trying hard enough, or made a mistake. Just don't do anything to piss him off unless you want jars of pickled insects hurled at your head. Trust me."
"Thanks for the warning," Angelina said, clearly pleased, and turned and left.
Lee pouted after her. "Thanks a lot Harry," he said sarcastically.
"What's the big deal?"
"Well there's a rumour going around that Snape likes Angelina a little too much." As Lee spoke, Hermione was sure it was less of a rumour and more Lee's personal opinion. "I just think a girl like her alone with a creep like that… It's dangerous."
"Oh please." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Snape's a teacher, he knows better than to go after 17-year-olds. He'd lose his job."
"Who says Angelina would tell anyone? Particularly if she wasn't a willing participant, you know?"
"You think Snape would... force her?" Ron asked
"You just have to see the guy to know there's something not right about him."
"Lee! You can't say things like that." Hermione said. "And I'm sure Angelina can look after herself."
Lee looked displeased. "Fine. I'm waiting up for her to make sure she's alright. Sorry to interrupt your evening." He sneered and stalked out of the room.
Hermione sighed, but waited till Lee was gone to speak. "I wish he'd just tell Angelina how he feels about her," she said solemnly. "Anyway, enough about Lee's love life; we need a plan to get our hands on some boomslang skin and lacewing fly."