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“We really can’t be out much longer. It’ll look suspicious if patrols are this late,” Hermione whispered, as Ron moved his lips along her neck.
“Just. Ten. More. Minutes.” Ron punctuated each word with a kiss before moving to a spot just behind her ear.
“Mmm, okay. Ten minutes. A lot can be accomplished in ten minutes,” she replied as she let her fingers flirt with the waistband of his trousers.
The door to their secluded second floor classroom was ripped open with a force so great that it banged against the wall.
“Fuck!” yelled Ron, turning toward the entrance.
“Harry!” shrieked Hermione, hopping off the desk she had been sitting on.
Harry slammed the door closed behind him. “Thank Merlin I found you!”
Both Ron and Hermione’s eyes widened. “What’s wrong?”
Harry panted. “Nothing’s wrong, I just… bloody hell.”
“Why are you breathing so hard?”
“I was in the dorm, watching Malfoy on the map. Since you two were on rounds, I thought it was a good time to see if I could figure out where he was going.”
Hermione sighed. “Harry…”
“By the way, what are you two doing in here?” Harry asked, looking around the dusty classroom.
Hermione flushed. “Oh, we—”
“What was Malfoy doing?” Ron interrupted.
“I don’t know! I was watching and he suddenly disappeared off the map. So then I started poking my head in classrooms and… well.”
Harry’s face suddenly bloomed a shade of red that put Ron to shame on his worst day.
“What was Malfoy doing?”
“I didn’t find him. It was someone else.”
“What?”
“I uh, I saw Lavender and Parvati.”
Hermione’s brow furrowed. “What are they doing in a classroom after curfew?”
Harry gave a little chuckle. “Uh, snogging.”
“WHAT?” yelped Ron, voice cracking.
“Snogging?” asked Hermione.
Harry nodded.
Ron shook his head. “Wait, wait. Is this like when they went through that phase in fourth year where they were acting like they were French to impress those Beauxbatons students and gave everyone the two quick kisses on each cheek?”
“Definitely not cheeks and definitely not quick.”
“Was there tongue?”
Harry shrugged. “I don’t know. I was more distracted by the hands under clothes.”
“Oh fuck, are you seri—OW!”
Ron rubbed the arm that Hermione had just swatted.
“Don’t be gross!”
“I’m not being gross, I’m trying to assess the situation. We’re prefects, aren’t we?”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “How would you feel if—I just mean that they deserve some discretion, even if they were breaking the rules.”
Harry sighed. “I hope they don’t think I’m going to tell anyone. Other than you two of course.”
Ron’s eyes widened. “They know you saw them?”
“Yeah. I tried to leave quietly but then I knocked a set of scales off a desk and that got their attention. I just lied that I was looking for you guys and ran for it. Merlin, this is so embarrassing.”
Hermione closed her eyes and rubbed her temple before responding. “Harry, they’re probably much more embarrassed than you and maybe even a bit nervous that you’ll tell everyone. They’re obviously hiding it for a reason.”
“Hermione, will you talk to them for me tonight? Tell them I won’t say anything. I’ll forget I ever saw anything,” Harry pleaded, hands clasped together.
Ron chuckled. “How?”
Hermione shot him a dirty look. “I’ll assure them that none of us will say a word.”
Harry exhaled and nodded. “Thanks.”
“You need to get back to the common room, Harry. Ron and I will finish up our rounds.”
“Yeah. See you up there.” Harry glanced at the map before opening the door slowly and stuck his head out. Once he seemed satisfied the coast was clear, he crept out, letting the door close behind him.
Ron threw his hands up, shaking his head in disbelief. “How does he always manage to find us and interrupt us? I swear Hermione, he knows we’re together and he’s taking the mickey. That’s the third time in two weeks! At least today he had a good reason.”
Hermione glared at Ron, hands on her hips. “You were awfully interested in my roommates.”
Ron threw his hands up, lips curving up slightly. “Oi, what do you expect?”
“It’s just so cliche. They aren’t together for your entertainment.”
Ron reached for her hips and pulled her toward him. “I know but here I am, kissing my gorgeous girlfriend, who had quite the set of wandering hands when Harry burst in the door and started going on about two attractive, albeit significantly less beautiful witches snogging. I mean, you can’t blame a bloke for having some questions.”
Hermione huffed as she threaded her arms around his neck. “Such a typical man.”
Ron leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. “You like it,” he muttered against her mouth.
Instead of answering him, Hermione moved closer, deepening the kiss for a moment before pulling away. “We can’t get too caught up. Harry is expecting us.”
Ron groaned but took a step back. “So you really didn’t suspect there was anything going on between them?”
“Not at all. I thought Lavender had a crush on you!”
Ron furrowed his brow. “Why do you think they’re hiding it?”
Hermione pushed her hair out of her eyes as she considered the question. “Probably for the same reasons we are.”
Ron snorted. “What, they’re also worried Harry will fall back into his brooding fifth year dramatics? I appreciate their consideration for us.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Not Harry specifically. I just meant that they likely don’t know how accepting everyone would be of their relationship.”
“Is it going to be weird for you?”
“Would it be weird for you if it were Seamus and Neville?”
“Kinda. I mean, snog whoever you want but it would feel strange to have roommates dating. Why do you think they were in a classroom though?”
“What do you mean?”
“Draw the curtains on one of their beds, cast some charms and you have all the privacy you need. Instead, they’re in a classroom, getting interrupted by Ha—” Ron’s words trailed off as he broke into laughter.
“What?”
Ron’s shoulders shook as he spoke. “I can’t believe that Harry cockblocked us so that he could tell us about how he cockblocked Lavender and Parvati.”
“Co—honestly Ron, must you be so crude?” Hermione said, biting back a smile.
“I guess technically he didn’t cockblock Lavender and Parvati because, you know. It was more of a—”
“Finish that vulgar thought and Harry won’t be able to block anything for quite some time.”
He chuckled and took a step closer. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted? I think you said something about giving me ten more minutes.”
“I think ten minutes have passed,” she smiled
Ron tucked her hair behind her ear and let his hand linger on her face. “Don’t you know the rules? An interruption by Harry restarts the clock.
Her fingers circled his wrist as she tilted her face up toward his. “In that, I believe I said a lot can be accomplished in ten minutes.”