“Come on, come on! This way!” Harry shouted as he pulled Hermione behind him by the wrist.
The two stormed down the school’s corridors laughing and checking over their shoulders every now and then to make sure Snape wasn’t too close behind.
“In here!” Hermione said as she randomly opened an unlocked door.
Harry and Hermione ran inside, trying to control their laughter and excitement. They were in serious trouble, but couldn’t help have fun in spite of the situation. The look on Snape’s face when Harry and Hermione had simultaneously stupefied him just before he was about to hex Harry was timeless. Snape got what he deserved, all Harry and Hermione had to do now was try and escape the consequences of their actions.
What they soon discovered, however, was that they had walked right into a trap. The door they had gone through belonged to a fully enclosed and uncomfortably tiny broom closet. Immediately behind Harry was a solid stone wall. Behind Hermione was a stack of wooden crates that jutted painfully into her lower back. To their one side were, of course, half a dozen brooms and mops propped up against the wall. Finally, to their other side was the door. It was so small that they had little choice but to stand inches from each other face to face.