"PEEVES!" roared Filch, breaking the silence.
"PEEVES I KNOW IT WAS YOU MAKING THAT RACKET! I'VE GOT YOU NOW!"
Jumping to his feet, Draco grabbed the front of Harry's robes and sprinted towards the nearest door he could see. He wrenched it open and practically fell into the doorway, pulling Harry with him.
"What – " Harry began, but Draco put his fingers to his lips to silence him.
Silently, Draco closed the door and pressed his ear against the edge, waiting for confirmation that Filch was not longer there.
What had he been thinking when he had recklessly kissed Potter? And in the middle of a corridor no less! What if they had been caught? His reputation would have been ruined, not mention what Lucius would do if he found out…
Draco shuddered at the thought.
Harry sighed. He had moved to the back of the room and was patiently waiting for Draco's little panic attack to subside.
Every week, three quarters of the way through their patrol of the fourth floor corridor (prefect duties, groan) Draco would succumb to his urge to kiss Harry.
Or Harry would kiss Draco.
Either way, it happened. And every week, Draco would panic about someone finding out.
Draco let out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding. Filch was now screeching something incoherent down another corridor, outraged that he hadn't found Peeves yet.
That was Harry's queue to hop down from the desk he'd been sitting on and go and comfort Draco.
Sighing again, Harry took his queue. He walked over to Draco and pinned him against the wall, initiating a passionate kiss.
Peeves cackled to himself. He was hiding, invisible, in the corner directly opposite the two boys watching with interest the scene before him.
Oh, he'd known this was going to be an interesting evening. He'd just been hoping to scare the boys and watch them quiver when he'd dropped the armour on them, but what he was seeing now… he had some serious blackmail material now.
Unfortunately for Peeves though, the boys had heard the all-too-familiar cackle and broken apart instantly, eyes searching the room for the culprit.
Unfazed, Peeves cackled louder and blew raspberries in the boys faces, irritating them greatly.
Still cackling, he zoomed out of the room shouting behind him, "Don't worry! I'll keep your dirty little secret!"
Yeah, right.
Oh well. They could always just deny it.