I lay on my side, looking at the vision lying next to me. His hair was streaming in his face, the black strands cutting across the faint blush of his cheeks. He opened his obsidian colored eyes and looked into mine. His broad chest was still uncovered and warm. Silky sheets lay under us as I finally drifted into consciousness.
"Morning, love." Severus said to me, kissing some of my hair.
"Yes…morning." I sighed and snuggled closer to the man I loved.
"What are your plans for this morning?" he asked, exploring my neck with his lips.
"I have a double herbology period then potions." I gasped. Those lips of his were devilish.
"Remind me to give the bad girl a detention." He purred.
"Damn. Please." I said, pulling the covers away from him. I surveyed the leather pants that he still had on from the night of partying the night before.
"Beg." He said silkily.
"Please, Severus." my voice shook.
"Miss Granger!" Sev-Professor Snape cried out from his podium.
"Yes?" I said, my face growing flushed.
"I will not ask what you were too busy thinking of in order to distract you so." he replied, becoming agitated.
"I think you want to know." I slid on top of my desk and slinked up to him, putting my arms around his neck.
"Miss Granger!" Professor Snape cried, snapping me back to life.
"I'm sorry, Professor!"
"I'm sure you are!"
"I really am sorry." I said, looking into his eyes, glancing up and downRon's lithe body. I licked my upper lip and started to kiss his neck.
"Hermione!" Ron said, jabbing me in the ribcage, "What's wrong with you?" As an answer I nuzzled my head into his neck and kissed his collarbone.
"Nothing." Duh, Hermione. He's Ron. Harry's the hot one. With those startlingly green eyes and unruly black hair.
Harry got up from his seat and started to unbutton his black leather cloak with black velvet trim. He threw the cloak to Hannah Abbott who just fawned over the smell of Harry with Lavender Brown and Padma Patil. He strode to me, looking at me with those emerald orbs. I put my hands out and-
"Miss Granger!" Professor Snape called out again, looking at my cauldron. "Why is your potion gold!"
"Because I made it right."
"You made it perfectly correct. Look here. No one else got it quite so vivid. Although it is amazing that seeing as though this potion is highly sensitive to emotion, you are daydreaming, and what else do I see….Lust, Miss Granger?"