Jenn pressed herself closer to the wall, listening for the slightest sound. George Weasley peered around the corner, his bright red hair a beacon in the dark corridors. She closed her eyes for a brief second, hoping that Snape wouldn't be patrolling the corridors tonight.
"We'll get caught!" she hissed, her heart racing with panic. "And this is all your fault!"
"Relax," George said, in his usual calm and casual tone. "We'll be fine."
They both tensed when the soft padding of paws could be heard coming their way. Jenn's eyes widened and she glanced down the corridor, wishing she wouldn't see the lamp-like yellow eyes of Mrs Norris. George spun around and Jenn was both happy and annoyed to see that his bright blue eyes were sparkling mischievously.
He grabbed her hand and her heart skipped a beat before she was dragged around the corner by George. She kept her mouth shout despite the urge she had to shout at George and demand to know where he was taking her. He skidded to a halt.
"We're on the seventh floor, right?" he asked her, his eyes searched the bare wall in front of them.
"Yes," she answered breathlessly. She looked up and down the corridor, once again hearing the quiet paws of Mrs Norris. "George, I think we ought to keep-"
George ignored her and pulled her towards a door that hadn't been there a few moments ago. She was about to voice this to him but he'd already opened it and gently pushed her inside. He joined her after a quick glance up and down the corridor and then closed and locked the door.
It was closet. A small closet filled with Filch's cleaning supplies, hopefully none containing the bottles of diluted dungbombs that had landed George in detention. She lost her footing a bottle of something and George's strong arms caught her.
"This is cosy," she said, as he pulled her closer.
"Just as I wanted."
His lips brushed hers in a tentative kiss as they heard the yowling of Mrs Norris and the angry shouts of Filch.
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