"Yes, Professor."
She had heard the noises as she was walking past and had decided that it was her duty to investigate. She had expected the cause of the strange rattling sounds to be a couple of students, but not this couple!
Professor McGonagall tutted and returned to the essays she was marking, but soon looked up again at Hermione, who was currently serving detention by diligently transfiguring the first-years' various almost-needles back into matches.
"Draco Malfoy is not someone I would consider it wise to become involved with in any way. Surely you know that his father is a Death Eater! Everything speaks for his being involved with You-Know-Who in some way, as well."
"Yes, Professor. I know."
Their robes were hitched around their waists, and they were about to do something that was clearly against the rules...
"Furthermore, I would not expect to find you, as Head Girl, hiding in a broom cupboard with anyone!"
"Sorry, Professor."
McGonagall sighed and shook her head.
They were kissing almost ferociously, with hands in each other's hair, under their robes...
"Especially not someone like Draco Malfoy!"
He was the first to notice her; he froze in place like a frightened rabbit.
"Draco's not that bad, Professor."
"Miss Granger, he has practically threatened the lives of Muggleborn students -- yourself, in particular -- on several occasions!"
She looked up, guilt evident on her face.
"Well yes, but now... he loves me."
"I love you," he had said.
"Miss Granger, if you have fallen for that oldest of old tricks I may have to rethink my confidence in your mental abilities."
Hermione smiled. "I know that it's not a trick, Professor."
"I love you too," she had replied.
McGonagall regarded her warily.
Had he meant it?
"We shall see," McGonagall said. "We're done here, you are free to go."
Hermione rose and picked up her bag. "Good night then, Professor," she said, still smiling, and practically skipped out of the room.
No. Of course not.
Hermione met Draco a few minutes later, and told him of her conversation with McGonagall.
Minerva shook with fury.
"So, do you mean it?" Hermione asked, grinning.
What a fool she had been, to trust a Malfoy!
"Of course I mean it," Draco replied, returning the grin.
"I hate you, Horatius Malfoy!" Minerva told the boy in the cupboard.
"I love you too, Draco Malfoy," Hermione told him.
She stormed off.
They kissed.
THE END