It had been fifteen minutes and despite their yelling and pounding on the door, no one had come to their rescue.
Hermione had tried every unlocking spell she knew, and Malfoy had tried to levitate to the now-wet, dust-coated desk to slam into the door.
They failed. All, the while a sprinkling drizzle showered upon them, drenching them bit by bit.
"This is one fuck of a mix-up," Draco huffed.
"I'm sure my memo said hippogriff—" Hermione began.
"—And I'm sure my memo said animagus thief." he countered, interrupting.
She wiped her face, sighing. Looking back, she blamed it on the interdepartmental memo. Definitely the memo.
Hippogriff trapped in Conference Room 2, it said. Please assist.
It was a bit odd, being the Head of the Department of Control and Regulation of Magical Creatures, but nevertheless, she hastened to help.
When she reached, there was absolutely no wild beast rampaging about, only an annoyed blonde who had shouted don't let that door close behind you! a minute too late, trapping them both inside (the door locked from the outside). Of course, being the argumentative pair they were, had screamed and snapped at each other.
"Granger," Draco smirked, drawing her back to their unfortunate situation.
"What?" she frowned.
His eyes drifted down her face to her chest and she followed, cursing.
Her white shirt had been soaked by the rain, making it completely see through. The green bra that she had thrown on this morning without a thought was visible.
"Here, you can have my jacket," he offered.
She blinked. "Thank you, Draco."
Instead of handing it to her like she'd thought he would, he slid it off himself, walking up to her, much too close to be considered polite, and draping it around her shoulders. He whispered, "For the record, you in a green bra is something I'll never be able to get out of my head."
She swallowed. "Maybe you need to touch up your occlumency then."
He chuckled at that. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe some things are so enticing, it's hard to stop thinking about them."
As it turned out, the mishap was due to a malfunctioning interdepartmental memo. The note for catching the animagus thief posed as a hippogriff, who had actually been hiding in the ministry's quidditch field, had been written alongside a note for fixing the raining ceiling in courtroom 2, and somehow the memo for the robber had been split into two, one for a hippogriff and one for a thief, sent to each of thems, switching up the locations as well.
But it did provide an amusing tale for Theo to use for his Best Man Speech at their wedding, as a starting off to their relationship.