A Midnight Escapade

An old, dusting classroom held two lovers.

Licking.

Biting.

Sucking.

Kissing.

The two were so concentrated on each other that they didn't hear the door opening.

~*****~

Hermione Granger was doing her Prefect rounds when she heard low moaning. Thinking somebody might be in trouble, she started to look for the source of the voice.

She stood in front of a door and heard the noise again. It definitely was somebody who needed help.

Without thinking further, she opened the door.

"Oh, Harry, please!"

She froze as she heard those words. She stood there, looking at the scene in front of her. A dark-haired boy panting and thrusting into the one and only Draco Malfoy.

She quickly backed out from the room, shutting the door quietly. Her face was pale as the moon and her blood ran cold. She could forget the image she had seen.

It couldn't be . . . Harry? I must have heard and saw wrong.

She shook her head, deciding to leave who ever they were alone. She didn't have the energy to ramble about school rules. She headed back to Gryffindor tower, hoping she could have some sleep.

As soon as she entered the common room, Ron was jumping eagerly up and down besides her.

"Did you find him?"

"Who?" she asked, rubbing her tired eyes.

"Harry of course! Who do you think?" Ron furrowed his brows. "Are you okay 'Mione?"

"Yeah, I am just tired. Good night, Ron!" She walked quickly toward the stairs leading up to the girls' dormitory.

"Wait!" Ron grabbed her before she had the chance to escape. "There's obviously something bothering you. Please tell me," He pleaded, giving her the puppy eyes.

"No, Ron! I can't tell you! Leave me alone!" She rushed the stairs up.

"'Mione!" Ron could only stand at the bottom of the stairs and watch her go. "Damn. I'm sure she knows where Harry is," muttering to himself, he went back to sit in front of the fire.

~*****~

Harry appeared into the common room an hour later Hermione had gone to sleep.

"Where were you, mate?" Ron took in Harry's dishevelled clothes, blushing and somehow satisfied looking face. "You have been shagging someone?" As Harry blushed even more, Ron knew his assumptions to be correct. "Who is it!?" He almost bounced at Harry in excitement.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Ron." Harry looked everywhere, but Ron.

"Oh, come on! I can see it on your face that you just that the shag of your life, so please at least tell me who was it." Ron dragged Harry over to the armchairs, sitting him on one of them.

"Ron! I'm not that kind of a guy. Who do you think I am?" Harry fidgeted on his seat, making it obvious that he was lying.

"Harry, Harry, Harry," Ron said, sighing. "Don't you know that I know you so well that you can't ever lie to me, so start telling the truth. Who were you with?" Ron raised his eyebrows, waiting Harry to confess.

"I . . . I'm gay," Harry finally blurted out.

"And . . .?" Ron inquired.

Harry was shocked. "H-how did you know?" he asked, his jaw hitting the ground.

"Come on, mate. I've known you long enough to see the signs."

"What signs!? I only just now find out that I'm gay!"

"You can't just notice it like that! You must have known for some time, right?"

"I . . . I don't know." Harry buried his head into his hands, sobbing quietly.

"Now, now, don't cry. It's not the end of the world." Ron patted Harry's back, comforting him the best he could. "Now, tell me who was it that deflowered you?"

"You said anything about--"

"Harry! Be reasonable! I all ready told you that I can tell when you have . . . you know. . ." Ron coughed, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

"Don't tell him, Harry!"

Both boys turned their heads at Hermione who stood at on the other side of the common room. Her hair was a bigger mess than usually and she looked pale.

"Hermione, what--"

"You mustn't tell him. He's too fragile to hear it!" Her voice was shaking and she was trembling.

"Fragile!? What do you mean by that?!" Ron stood up, glaring at her.

Harry looked first at Ron then her. "How do you know--?"

"I saw you, Harry." She looked scared as if she had just said something forbidden, covering her mouth with her hands.

Harry paled. "Oh no! I'm screwed!"

"You certainly are mister!"

The Golden Trio saw Snape coming through the portal hole.

What the hell is he doing here? Harry gulped.

"Mr Potter, I happened to hear your confession and I'm under orders to bring you to the Headmaster."

"You just happened to hear him? Aren't you supposed to be in the dungeons or something?" Ron asked, scratching his head in puzzlement.

"Shut up, Mr Weasley, if you don't want to face the same faith Mr Potter is about to," Snape sneered evilly.