Bliss

Hermione felt the effects of the alcohol disappear. The feeling of grogginess was rapidly being replaced by a strong sense of awareness. Her body tingled from head to toe as Severus ran his hand through her hair and nipped at her shoulder.

She wondered if perhaps her friends had slipped her one of the Weasley’s daydream potions. She wouldn’t be surprised.

Hermione gasped as she felt cold air touch her breast, and looked down just as heat flared between herself and Severus’ hand. She moaned and pushed against him.

If it was a daydream, it was a damn good one.