Here is a quick one-shot that wanted to be written. Hermione has been caught out on the grounds of Hogwarts in a sudden storm, and Severus is waiting for her to return.
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A Perfect Storm
He was standing at the doors, waiting for her, a moody figure under a dark sky.
"I should th-think it was obvious," she stuttered as her teeth chattered. "I got c-caught in the rain."
"Yes," he said with exaggerated patience, "but what is not obvious, is why you have forgotten how to perform an effective repelling charm. As I recall, you were once quite good with them."
He removed his cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders, drawing her under the roof with him. She closed her eyes and inhaled his familiar scent. She looked up. A drop of water slid down her nose and fell. His hands were still on her arms, holding the cloak around her.
Hermione sighed heavily in defeat.
"A hippogriff stole my wand," she mumbled. Hagrid was the only person who found Aggie's newest trick amusing.
His face was hidden by his hair as he looked down at her, but she saw him smirk.
"Ah. In that case, it would seem that I am only the member of the faculty who has yet to be outsmarted by a hippogriff. I must inform Minerva and collect my winnings."
Hermione folded her arms, shivering again. She took a tiny step back and sniffed.
"Yes, I suppose you must."
A gust of wind blew icy rain at her exposed neck. She winced. The water slowly ran down her back.
He seemed to be amused.
"Hm... I think not."
Hermione frowned, suspicious.
"What? Why not?"
He slid one arm around her under the cloak, placing his hand at the center of her back, and pulled her forward. Hermione stared up at him, trying to make out the expression on his face.
"Not just yet," he said, pulling her closer still. She unfolded her arms as they were pinned between their bodies, forced to rest her hands on his chest. His hair brushed her cheek, whipped by the wind.
She felt his grip on her tighten, and she closed her eyes. She must remember to breathe.
"Do stop talking for a moment, Hermione," he said, voice rumbling, breath tickling her face before he claimed her mouth.
Minutes later, they were interrupted by the clatter of Hermione's wand hitting the steps at their feet.
Hermione turned to see Aggie watching them, unperturbed by the raging storm.
"Damn infernal creature," Severus said mildly.
"Thank you, Agatha."
She picked up her wand and threw it as hard as she could into the wind.