A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
Word Count: 629
Warning: Student/teacher relationship.
The thick mahogany door to his office was locked. It was always locked and spelled. This was to keep the students out. She didn't think she qualified in that matter. She wasn't just another student. She'd become so much more than that, not that anyone could ever know the extent of their relationship.
She knew the spell to open it, she knew the password to his personal chambers. She knew a lot of things she shouldn't. She shouldn't have known these, any of the these things. She was barely seventeen, barely what the world considered an adult.
The muggle world didn't even consider her that. They still thought of her as a child, someone needing protecting. She needed nothing of the sort, if she was being honest. She thought they were a bunch of idiots. If anyone out there found out about what she'd been doing, and with whom... it would be bad, for both of them.
She'd started sneaking into his office last year. She'd started falling in love with him before then. She'd thought it was nothing more than a stupid crush, but it hadn't faded, done the exact opposite in fact. He'd even tried to tell her 'no'. That hadn't worked too well, in fact, it hadn't worked at all. She knew most people would think what she felt was wrong.
Maybe it was wrong. Maybe they were right and he was too old for her. He'd finally given in once she'd become of age in their world. That was the only world that mattered any more. She didn't care what anyone said. She knew if they found out, they'd claim she was potioned, or brainwashed, or some other such nonsense. They'd claim he'd taken advantage of her. None of that was true. It was nothing more than complete nonsense. She loved him and, as far as she could tell, he loved her.
She opened the office door and stepped inside without even a glance at the deserted hallway. If anyone asked, she was serving detention...again. So far, no one seemed to notice how many detentions she'd been serving with a certain potion master. No one seemed to notice that she would disappear in the evenings not to return until dawn.
She knew that there was a chance someone might notice, someone might finally put two and two together, but she didn't care. She loved him! It didn't matter if he was twice her age, it didn't matter that there were rules about student teacher relationships. Professor Dumbledore broke the rules all the time, so therefore, the rules could be broken as she so chose. The precedent was already set.
He was sitting at his desk, a stack of papers in front of him. He raised his head when he saw her. She smiled, taking a seat on the edge of his desk. She crossed her legs and leaned back on her arms. She knew the rules. She had to wait until he either finished grading or the temptation became too much. Judging by the way he kept rereading the same sheet of parchment, it was going to be the latter tonight.
He'd barely reached for her hand when the door flew open. His hand recoiled as she slid to her feet, hands on her hips as if arguing a grade. They both looked over at the intruder. For a moment, Professor McGonagall simply stared at the pair before Hermione broke down in perfect fake tears about how it hadn't been her fault she had kept Neville's potion from exploding and she shouldn't have to serve detention because of that. She was ushered out, Professor McGonagall shaking her head at Severus as Hermione flashed him an unseen smile, knowing they'd meet back up later that night.