A/N: Welcome to my second foray into the world of Snape and Hermione. This story deals with adult situations, including an unplanned pregnancy, so if that's not your cup of tea, this isn't the story for you. And if anyone wants to beta this story, shoot me a message. I'm looking for someone who can do a quick turnaround, as I'm a fan of updating at least once a week.

I'm incorporating two challenges into this story. The Overheard in Hogwarts Challenge for lilkyonkyon, and the Proposal Challenge for Writing2StayHalfSane. I've managed 4 of the Overheard quotes in this chapter (quotes underlined), but no proposals. You'll have to wait for that one.

I'm not JK Rowling. And I'm not profiting from writing this. If I was I'd hopefully be able to afford a better set of wheels.

Enjoy, and please review.

Her head was throbbing. She reached up with the hand she wasn't laying on, and rubbed between her eyes in a vain attempt to make it go away so she wouldn't have to get out of bed, but it was a losing battle. She had to get up and find the phial of hangover potion.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, and was surprised at how sore she was. She couldn't remember much of the night before. She knew she had shown up at the Three Broomsticks for Harry's private 25th birthday bash, but after she had caught sight of Ron practically eating Lavender Brown's face she didn't have much of a memory. Consolation drinks are a bitch.

Without opening her eyes, her heartbeat still pounding in her ears, she crossed her room into her bathroom. Without closing the door she relieved herself, washed her hands, then rummaged in her medicine cabinet for her hangover potion. Finding the vial in the back, and cursing herself for putting something of such vital importance in some other place than in plain sight, she downed the contents. She trembled for a moment as it felt like her veins were on fire, and then dared to open her eyes. The potion was doing it's job. Her headache was going away, and it didn't hurt her to have the lights on. Hangover potions did nothing for memory, but she was sure Ginny would give her ever detail of how she managed to humiliate herself the night before.

Deciding that since her headache was gone, her bladder was empty, and it was a Sunday morning, her only priority was to catch up on more sleep she shut the bathroom light off and walked back into her bedroom. Looking at her bed she stopped dead. There was someone else there, facing away from her.

Her stomach suddenly residing in her shoes she crept around to the other side of the bed to see how big of a mistake she had made (who knows, it could be Dean Thomas, he had gotten pretty cute). She pulled the covers slightly down, and shouted "Oh, fuck!"

The man stirred, and his eyes opened. "We could have delayed this uncomfortable moment until I was a little more rested, Ms. Granger."

"Professor Snape!" she shouted again, and her former professor rubbed his temples.

"Considering the circumstances you may call me Severus."

"Oh, this can't be happening," she groaned, rubbing her eyes as if that would make him disappear.

"Perhaps I should leave?" he said, sitting up. He wrapped the sheet around himself, but his scarred chest was still bare. She couldn't help but look it over. How in the world could she have slept with Snape and not remembered it? And since when was he so hot?

"I... yes... no... I'm sorry. I really don't know what to do here. I've never done this before," she stuttered.

"You've never had a one night stand?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Never with my professor!" she wailed.

"Former professor," he corrected.

"Whatever you want to call it, I'm not sure what I should do."

"I admit having relations with a former student is a first for me as well. But no matter, I should be getting on my way either way. I have essays to grade."

"Can we please pretend like this never happened?"

"If that is your wish," he summoned his clothes from around the room. "I understand that you want as few people as possible to know what transpired last night. Especially thinking about how Potter and Weasley would react."

He even has to sound like a professor when telling me he's not going to blab about sleeping with me, she thought to herself. "Thank you for understanding why that's important," she muttered. "Do you want breakfast or something?" she asked awkwardly.

"I think it would be best if I just left," he smiled uncharacteristically and pulled his shirt over his head.

"I'm sorry Prof... Severus. This is just..." she winced, not sure how to end the sentence.

"Awkward?" he offered.

"Good term for it," she stared at the floor as he stood to pull his pants on. It took every ounce of her willpower not to sneak a peek.

"Ms. Gran... Hermione," he said, stepping forward and lifting her chin so she was looking at him. "For what it's worth, you were divine." His neck bent so he could give her a brief kiss on her cheek, and then he swept from the room. She stood, frozen, until the warmth of his lips left her cheek. She then quickly changed out of the oversized t-shirt and boy shorts she was wearing, and into her jeans and a t-shirt. She strode through her house to the fireplace, threw a handful of Floo powder in, and said loudly "The Potters!"

"Hermione!" Harry jumped as she emerged at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. "Some party last night, huh?"

"Happy birthday. Where's your wife?" she demanded.

"Upstairs, folding laundry," he pointed, knowing when it wasn't time to argue with his best friend.

Hermione left the kitchen without another word and climbed the staircase until she came across the master bedroom.

"Ginny," she barked, striding into the room.

The redhead jumped and dropped the shirt she was holding. "Oh, Hermione, it's you. How's your head?"

"Better," Hermione grumbled. "You were supposed to be the sober one, stopping the rest of us from doing something stupid."

"You did it?" she squealed. "I know you were trashed, but I didn't think you were that far gone!"

"I wasn't that drunk," a red-faced Hermione mumbled.

"You fucked Snape!" she laughed. "You're telling me that you did that somewhat sober?"

"Maybe a little drunk," Hermione muttered sheepishly.

"So, what was it like, living out the fantasy of many a Hogwarts schoolgirl?"

"Girls at Hogwarts dreamed of sleeping with Snape after a night of binge drinking?"

Ginny laughed. "Maybe not the binge drinking part, but yeah, there were quite a few I knew of who had a bit of a crush on him. I always thought that you would have been one of them."

"I honestly don't remember," Hermione whispered.

"What? Having a crush on him, or sleeping with him last night?"

"Last night!" she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Well, get your hands on a memory potion and figure out what happened," Ginny's eyes were wide.

"Why didn't you stop me?" she groaned.

Ginny patted her five months pregnant belly. "Little Albus was kicking my bladder. I saw you two talking, I went to the bathroom and when I came out you had progressed to snogging, I went to the bathroom again and when I came out you were gone."

"Why didn't you stop us when we were snogging?"

"Two reasons. One, I didn't think either of you were the type to do the spontaneous shag thing. Two, well, I kind of thought you would make a cute couple, and I thought that's what had been going on. Had I known you were going to leave together I would have talked to you about it," she stuck her lip out as if she were looking for forgiveness. "I really am sorry, 'Mione. It was a bad idea to not intervene. I knew you were drunk, but I also knew that you looked happy."

Hermione considered her friend. "You owe me," she grumbled.

"Anything!" Ginny giggled.

"From now on, you will obey me," Hermione hissed.

"Whatever you want, sweetie. Until this little terror is born," she smirked. "Then I'm his slave."

"Agreed," she rolled her eyes.

"Here, take this," Ginny grabbed her wand and touched it to her forehead. She pulled it out, a long silver wisp hanging off it. Hermione conjured a phial and Ginny placed her memory into it. "Hopefully it helps."

Hermione nodded.

"You look tired and as if you had a really good shag last night. Coffee?"

"You could have just asked if I wanted coffee," she shook her head.

"That would make it less fun. Harry!" she shouted.

"What?" Harry's voice carried from below.

"Bring us up two cups of coffee!"

"But it's my birthday!" he groaned.

"Pregnancy trumps birthdays," Ginny informed him.

Hermione chuckled at the exchange. She rolled the phial with Ginny's memory between her fingers. Part of her didn't want to know what happened, to leave the past in the past, but the bigger part of her admitted that Ginny was right, she had a schoolgirl crush, and she wanted that memory potion so she could relive that fantasy.