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Please do not read if you are not of legal age in your country. There are adult scenes, however short and to the point.

Bloody Hell Woman

The next morning, Severus had the distinct feeling that he was being watched. Expecting it to be Hermione having woken before him, he opened his eyes. What he was not prepared for was the green eyes framed by bright red hair staring at him. Instinct kicked in and he jerked back, managing to slide off the bed and land with a thud on the floor.

"What the bloody hell Severus?" Hermione groaned into her pillow as the sheet that had been covering them both slipped off of her.

She reached for the sheet and heaved, trying to cover herself back up. But Severus had a hold on the other end and was pulling with all of his might.

"I'm bloody naked too woman." He complained and gave a mighty heave, successfully pulling the sheet out of her hands.

Hermione gave up and looked over the edge of the bed. "What are you doing on the floor?"

Giggles no longer able to be restrained, issued from near the door. "Good morning!" Ginny snickered.

"Ginnevra Weasley! You do not have permission to be in here this morning." Hermione scolded sitting up in bed, oblivious to her bare breasts and the hickey on her collarbone.

"I just wanted to see who it was finally. I just can't believe it's Professor Snape."

The professor managed to wrap the sheet around his waist and stood up. "50 points from Gryffindor, Miss Weasley."

This only succeeded in making her laugh harder. "It's Mrs. Potter now, and you're not my professor any more."

The look of consternation on his face made Hermione burst out laughing as well. "Well now everyone knows who everyone is and I think it's time for breakfast." She managed to get out between laughs as Severus tried to pick up his clothes.

"I'll just leave you two alone then. Have a good morning." The redhead waved cheerily as she left the room.

"Well that was not how I intended to start the day." Severus huffed, hands on his narrow hips.

"Then let me show you how I like to start the morning." She curled one finger at him, beckoning him closer.

"Yes ma'am." He smiled at her and dropped the sheet to climb on top of her.

Severus was actually whistling a happy tune when he walked into the library where Draco sat holding a bag of ice to his cheek. "Another successful night I see." The blond man stated.

"And morning." Severus grinned. "Hopefully tonight will be as well."

Both blond eyebrows went up. "Morning too?"

"Do you happen to know any good Italian restaurants?" A couple more bars of whistled tune.

"She's letting you take her out to dinner? Do you know who it is yet?"

"Oh yes. Gryffindors are funny creatures aren't they?"

The bag of ice fell out of his hand and spilled open in his lap. "Guess I did win the bet then."

"What happened to your face?" A dark mark was clearly coloring his normally pale skin.

"Potter didn't seem to think that our dear Hermione would be having an annual affair with her old Potions Professor."

They both laughed deeply as Severus went to his bedroom to change.