A Stroke of luck
Chapter Whatever (I forgot, hehe)
"Now where can Professor McGonagall be….are you sure she wanted to meet us here?"
Draco sighed impatiently and looked in annoyance at the girl fretting in front of him.
"Granger, I don't want to spend more time with you than absolutely necessary, and if I did, I would have dragged you into a broom closet and snogged you senseless, not make us both stuck in this pathetic office. Yes, I'm SURE."
Hermione's eyes widened at the broom closet and snog senseless part.
Draco raised an eyebrow. Hermione blushed.
Hermione cleared her head. "Whatever Malfoy. Whatever."
Right on cue, McGonagall entered the office.
"Pardon me on my lateness, but a certain poltergeist decided to harass the first years down by the charms corridor."
McGonagall arranged herself.
"However, that's not the reason you're here. Sit, sit."
She conjured up a love seat, much to the head's dismay. They both sat down and placed as much space between them as possible, which was a grand total of 5 inches.
McGonagall rolled her eyes. "There was a stack of papers written in runes in the library. We need you two to translate it. Us professors are simply too busy. It's nothing hard, just simple runes. We'll give you a week to do everything."
Hermione's eyes were alight with enthusiasm, while Draco's remained bored.
"You two may go."
They both scrambled off of the love seat, and bolted for the door. Hermione with a spring in her step, Draco's with indifference.
Hermione fell asleep easily that night, dreams suspiciously containing the terms broom closet and snog.
Now where did that come from?