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A big Thank You goes to my beta, Maggie, who is always encouraging, helpful, and thorough!
This was written in respons to the 'An Evening with Severus Snape' 500 words drabble challenge on the lj community 'Romancing the Wizard'. The prompt was: In the end, it had been easy, far easier than he'd expected.


Stuck

by sylvanawood

In the end, it had been easy, far easier than he'd expected. Voldemort had walked into the carefully constructed trap, and everything had gone according to plan. Almost everything...

Severus Snape woke up in the dark, lying on his back. Something soft and warm lay on top of him, making it difficult to breathe. He started to push at whatever it was while searching for his wand.

"Ouch!"

The voice sounded familiar. "Get off me! What is the meaning of this?"

"What does it look like?" Hermione Granger asked irritably. He felt her move, but after some pushing and shoving, she lay back down with a huff. "Looks like we're stuck in a tunnel blocked with rubble."

"What do you mean 'stuck'? What happened?"

"When Harry killed Voldemort, their powers must have clashed. The earth shook, a chasm opened, and we both fell down."

"You pushed me away from Voldemort's killing curse, didn't you? Always meddling..."

"Well, excuse me. How about a 'thank you for saving my life'?"

"I didn't ask you to."

"But I did, and now we're here."

"Time to change that. Call for help."

"I lost my wand," she muttered.

"What?" he yelled.

"And where's yours?" she yelled back.

"Lost," he growled. "We're stuck."

"Obviously. But they'll be searching for us."

"Always the optimist, aren't you?"

"This could be a long wait. Do you really want to spend it arguing?"

"I'd prefer silence, but with you around, that's a vain hope."

"You doubt that they'll find us? Do you think we'll die here?"

"Don't be silly. Potter's famous sidekick will be rescued."

"You'll be famous, too. Your plan to trap Voldemort was simply brilliant."

"I'd much prefer it if you moved off of me, instead of gushing empty praise."

"Sorry to inconvenience you, but I can't move more than a few inches." She shifted her weight and crawled forward until their noses bumped together. "Sorry."

He sighed. "If you had let me die, you wouldn't be in that predicament."

"You've been cleared with the Order, for goodness' sake. Why would you want to die?"

"Why do you care, after everything I've done?"

"We've worked together so well, these past months. I want you to live."

"How touching. What's with you tonight, Granger? If I didn't know better, I'd think you were flirting with me."

"And if I was?"

"I'd say you've lost your mind."

"Lying on top of you is not the worst place I've ever been in. Perhaps I like it."

Snape snorted. "And I'm supposed to like it, too?"

"Don't you?"

"Well... having a pretty woman on top of me isn't such a bad way to go."

"This isn't the end; don't be so glum... Hold on, did you just call me pretty?"

"And if I did?"

Hermione laughed softly. "I'd say that you'd hit your head. Not that I'm complaining, mind you."

"My head is fine, and you talk too much."

He turned his head and kissed her. This time, their noses didn't bump.