I, of course, do not own anything you recognize. I do find it flattering if you mistakenly thought I did. Sadly, J.K. Rowling owns it all.

This is just a little drabble that came to me out of nowhere. Short and sweet and fluffy. Very unlike our favorite Hogwart's professor. I may continue it into a story if the muse strikes me. Or if enough people beg. Maybe.

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Severus Snape considered himself a logical man. He disliked excess emotion and disdained those prone to acting without analyzing the outcomes. He enjoyed being disciplined and in control.

Which is why his reaction to one Professor Hermione Granger was so confusing to him. Even as he pushed Hermione against the wall and held her there by pressing his body tightly to hers, his brain was trying to understand what exactly was happening. Even as he felt Hermione hook her arms around his neck and respond passionately, the logical parts of Snape's mind were casting back over the past months in a mad attempt to explain his actions.

When Hermione Granger, war hero and new Professor of Arithmancy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, hooked one long leg around his waist and ground against his straining flesh, Severus Snape's disciplined and logical mind said, "Fuck it all," and quit trying to analyze the outcome.

Severus had never enjoyed excess emotion and lack of control so much.