"Miss Granger, if you would kindly step in here a moment." The faux-McGonagall voice said, from inside an alcove.
There were all sorts of things wrong with this, from the position, to the strange, near-masculine quality of the voice.
Hermione was not daunted. She was intrigued.
She stepped into the alcove, wand discretely palmed - and was met with a faceful - no, a body slam of Draco Malfoy, insistently pressing her up against the wall of the alcove.
"There you are," Draco said, "I've been waiting all day..."
Hermione nuzzled his cheek, saying, "Obviously not, or you'd have skipped classes and meals."
"I'd have skipped more than that for a moment with you," Draco said, pressing his lips gently on Hermione's, and then, firmly pressing against her.
Hermione pressed her hands against the flat planes of Draco's chest. "I'm supposed to be doing rounds..." she said crossly.
"Well, then," Draco said, smirking, "Round me up." Except, instead of letting her, his arms encircled her lower back, lifting her up, as he carried her out of the alcove. Hermione was giggling with the silliness of it all.
As if by dancing, they wound up in another cupboard, and shared a sweet kiss.
"More," Hermione growled, soft as a whisper.
Draco Malfoy complied, pressing their lips flat together. Hermione's arms wrapped around his shoulders, and Draco gasped as he felt her breasts graze, and then smoosh against his chest.
"I can't take you in." Hermione said, "What would Snape say?"
Draco smirked, "Oh, he'd be very cross. With you, of course, and he'd have to make up some reason to punish you."
"And you'd lose your prefectship." Hermione said with satisfaction.
"Of course not," Draco Malfoy said, "Now, if the school caught wind... well, then Snape would have to take the badge, wouldn't he?"
Hermione nodded slowly, acknowledging without actually saying, "Snape's a death eater."
They both wore warm smiles as they broke apart, stealthily sneaking back to their rooms.
Inside, Hermione's thoughts would drift lower, and lower, until her mind was in the dungeons.
Deep in the dungeons, Draco's thoughts soared towards a certain tower, and a certain witch inside.
They weren't happy thoughts, more of shared longing.
[a/n: sorry this took so long, and that it's so short. Leave a review?]