"Ok." Started Severus. "I've surmised that whoever put this on the floor and set this up also put an invisibility shield around us. For Nick not to hear OR see us, then it must be some spell.
"Now, ghosts can't do spells, so I think someone may have forced Peeves to pretend it was him, or, perhaps, Peeves saw who did it, and decided to take responsibility for it. Personally, I think it's the former, as I saw him looking particularly guilty whilst loitering outside my rooms before I noticed the potion missing and heard him singing..
"There has to be a reason why you and I are here. We are, generally, the only ones who use this corridor, as it leads to the rooms we teach at. So someone who knew we both come here wanted us stuck to the floor.." He frowned at the side of her head.
"Not to sound pig-headed. But, suppose someone saw us as a threat to them, and got rid of us to attack the school, and come here when we're vulnerable and attack us?" She sighed sadly.
"I'm not sure, but I think we can rule that out. Considering the person who planned this adopted help from –Peeves-, we can safely assume that this wasn't as serious as it could be seen to be." He wished he could move his limbs to hold her more.
As far as he was concerned, not enough of his body was touching her.
Maybe he could rip himself off the floor. His bare hands would have skin torn off, but Poppy can regenerate skin. He would just not be able to brew for a few weeks. If it meant he was able to hold her gorgeous jawbone as he kissed her lips, he would do it.
But she probably wouldn't much fancy blood all over her face.
He growled in his throat.
He was hungry, thirsty and horny. He needed to go to his rooms, eat, drink and have a wank.
Then go to sleep.
It must be around 8 by now. Dinner is finished. They'd probably be there for the night.
Best chance of rescue in the morning. Albus used the corridor occasionally when he didn't feel like strolling along the long way..
"You know, we're probably here for the night.." Hermione spoke his thoughts.
"Mmm I was just thinking that.." He replied.
"Want to play 'I Spy'?" She asked.
"Well, for one, I can't see much more than the floor, your neck and your face. So no. And for second, I've had enough spying to last me a lifetime, thank you." He smirked at her to make sure she didn't think he was angry or anything.
"Truth or Dare then?" She smiled brightly at him.
"Isn't that painfully childish?" He raised an amused eyebrow at her.
"Well, yes. But. It's fun! You can ask me SECRETS!" She shoved him with her hand.
"I can't believe you are actually in a good mood here." He frowned.
"I'm actually quite comfortable. I'm warm, my back is straight. I wish my head was up a bit higher though. My neck hurts. But still.. Truth or dare?" She asked him
"We can't play truth or dare when we can't move to accomplish the dares." He almost added 'Duuuh', but stopped himself.
"Oh. You're right. Ok. Just truth then! Ask me anything!" She nodded enthusiastically. Or, nodded as much as her stuck hair would allow.
He sighed loudly and emphatically.
"Fine – Why does Mr. Weasley not chase you around like a puppy dog anymore?" He smirked, knowing this would probably irritate her out of playing the game.
"Oh, I told him his penis was funny looking. He chucked a fit and won't talk to me." She giggled.
He looked at her in horror.
"What? It bent sideways. Not even like a banana, like.. at a right-angle. I was horrified." She laughed loudly
He loved her laugh.
"Ok, now you," She looked thoughtful, then beamed a huge smile at him.
"What do you REALLY think about me?"
He looked at her. Looked at her eyes, and at her lips. Her button nose that tipped up at the end. Her curly hair fanned around her face.
"I think you're stunningly beautiful." He whispered, almost too quiet to hear.