He Makes It To The Prefect's Bath

Harry finally turned the corner to the corridor with the entrance to the bathroom, and paused briefly to lean against the wall. He had been fantasizing about the girl he was about to have all to himself ever since the Yule Ball the year before, when Hermione had made it obvious that she wasn't a gangly teenager anymore. And now she was his, for whatever naughty things he wanted.

Smiling, Harry closed the small gap between him and the washroom and entered, finding his bushy-haired friend standing serenely in the middle of the washroom.

"Hi Harry, I've been waiting for you!" She exclaimed happily, acting as though her having left the hall in the middle of lunch to wait for Harry in a bathroom was completely normal.

Harry gave a little laugh. "Oh Hermione, you don't know how long I've been waiting for you..."