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Severus stepped into the corridor first, wand lit. Hermione followed close, clutching his hand.
“See?” he said. “Just another hallway popping out of nowhere.”
“Maybe it follows rules,” she offered.
“Mhm,” he muttered, stepping closer until her back hit the wall.
“Only appears on Tuesdays?”
“Possibly,” he murmured, kissing her neck. His hand slid up her thigh.
“Or the eleventh of Novem—ah, Merlin!”
“Godric, actually,” said a dry voice behind them.
Severus jolted like he’d been hexed.
Hermione never let him live down the squeak he made when the portrait huffed, “Politics at Hogwarts have certainly changed since I ruled here.”