It was somewhere on a Thursday afternoon, just half an hour before dinner in the Great Hall. And you and Cedric thought it was a great idea to snog somewhere where you definitely shouldn’t be…

Which place better than Snape’s potion storage, amiright?

Cedric placed his hand on the shelf behind you, trying to steady himself. The storage closet was filled with heavy breathing and quiet rustling.

Cedric just prayed you wouldn’t knock open any potions… or that someone didn’t—

Just then, the door swung open, an incredibly pissed Professor Snape standing in the doorway.

Great timing…