Disclaim Her: I love chicken! I could eat it all day!
Chapter 15: Out of the Closet
I cursed.
"Dammit, I really must be losing my touch. I was sure I put up a silencer before we got started!"
Snape was staring in shock.
"Potter...Malfoy...I...What the hell is going on?"
I smirked. "That seems to be a popular question of late, Professor."
Malfoy was not amused. In fact he looked like he was hyperventilating. "Professor Snape, I can explain, I really can, I just-"
"Shut up, Malfoy," I interrupted him. "I doubt Snape is going to believe any excuse we can give him at the moment."
"Fine then, you tell him what he just walked in on!"
"I will." I turned to Professor Snape, who had been following out conversation rather confusedly. "You, sir, just interupted us when we were about have sex on that desk over there." I pointed, and Snape stared at the offending piece of furniture. Malfoy laughed despite himself.
"You're going to give the poor man a heart attack, Potter."
Snape shook his head. "I must be dreaming. That is the only possible explanation for what I just walked in on."
I was thoroughly enjoying myself. While Snape tried to make sense of what was going on, I started back towards Malfoy.
"Now, Professor, I've told you what was going on, and now I'm afraid that I will have to ask you to leave. Unless you'd like to watch?"
He got look of disgust and horror on his face, and started backing out of the room quickly.
"I...have to...go...Potter...detention...tomorrow night. And every night...for the rest of the week."
With that he practically ran out, slamming the door behing him.
"Well, I guess we need to start putting up locking charms whenever we decide to have fun."
"You know Dumbledore will know by the end of the day, don't you?"
"What do I care if he knows or not? It's not like he can expel me for fucking you, is it?"
"No, but I am sure that he can bring you into his office for questioning. And I have no doubt that some of the questions will be quite personal."
"And I will say it again: What do I care?"
"I knew it! You really do have no shame!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Look, can we finish what we started? We don't have a whole lot of time before someone will need to use this classroom."
"I don't know. Snape kind of ruined the mood, y'know?"
I laughed suddenly.
"...? What was that?"
"I was just thinking. Snape will probably have a hard time getting that image out of his head, that's all."
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It was about two hours later that I remembered locking Ron and Hermione in the broom cupboard. I had completely forgotten becauseof the events that followed the incident. By the time I remembered which cupboard I had locked them in, it had been at least three hours. They came out looking very angry, and, if I do say so myself, quite thoroughly snogged. Hermione slapped me.
"Harry James Potter!"
The inhuman shriek almost peirced my extremely sensitive eardrums.
"How dare you lock us in that closet! It was a rotten thing to do, even if-" She broke off, looking embarassed.
"Even if it helped you and Ron hook up?" I smirked at her suggestively, and she slapped me again.
"Hermione, I think if you slap Harry again, he'll have a hand shaped mark on his face for the rest of the day." Ron finally spoke up.
"Well he would deserve it!"
She really did sound rather like a harpy, now that I thought about it.
"I don't know...I kind of feel like thanking him, myself."
Hermione turned and gaped at Ron, who was turning very red very fast. I just couldn't resist.
"So, when's the wedding?"
Ron was right. One more slap, and I had a hand shaped mark on my face for the rest of the day.