Characters: Sloan and Ernie Date: Monday, September 23, 1997 Location: Random Closet #4 Warnings: PDAs, but nothing too heavy. Summary: Sloan and Ernie have a bet. Sloan wins. Ernie finds he doesn't much care.
After sorting things out over journals, Ernie wasted no time getting out of the dorms and down the hall to The Closet. Many, many Hufflepuffs had been caught before in this very closet, and since the teachers still neglected to keep it locked or warded or...anything, really, Ernie could only assume that that meant they had unofficial permission to use it. It only made sense, right?
With such faultless logic in hand, Ernie found Sloan inside, and after a bare minimum of time spent bantering, they got down to the business of seeing whether or not it was possible to snog long enough to get sick of it. Or rather, to be more accurate, snogging for the hell of it. Ernie already knew Sloan was right, but why pass up an offer to prove it?
It was a long time before Sloan conceded defeat, although Ernie had been fully prepared to keep going even after it stopped being fun, and they hadn't quite reached that point just yet. It had been a rather...energetic session, and somehow by the end of it she'd managed to get him pinned to the wall, although Ernie was finding he didn't mind so much. He was curious as to just where his tie had gotten off to, though, and suspected she'd taken it out of spite. "Giving up so soon?" he asked her, after a moment of trying to catch his breath.