Cliches are tricky little buggers. Because I shouldn't, I know, but I love them. Stuck in a cabin in the middle of nowhere and--oh noes--a snowstorm comes and the only way to survive teh night is with shared body heat! We must get out of these wet clothes! Pining! Locked in a closet!

I'm so weak.

And they are so, so very hard to write well. I just... can't. I want to, but I can't.

Then, just to make matters worse, I don't really know an HP cliche unless it hits me in the face.