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Severe Embarrassment

Hermione was vaguely aware of a pair of arms tightly wrapped around her waist. She was also vaguely aware of a splitting headache, and the all too common feeling of a hangover. She really needed to stop the binge drinking and one night stands. The habbit was losing it's novelty, and she was tired of waking up, faced with the situation of being in a stranger's bed, who she had virtually no memory of from the night before.

Tentatively, Hermione opened her eyes. Her bed partner had long, black hair that was inconveniently shielding his face from view. However, she was dimly aware that that hair was similar to someone she knew. Hermione just couldn't put her hand on who it was.

Slowly, she reached out her hand to sweep the hair out of his face. As her fingers lightly brushed the hair aside, she let out a yelp. The consequences of which were Severus Snape opening his eyes in astonishment, and his face quickly transforming from surprise to mirroring the utter horror that Hermione's must have been displaying.

"Oh my God! Professor Snape? I- um- well, what- I mean to say-" Hermione was at an utter loss for words.

"What happened?" he managed to finish her crudely started sentence, and was apparently at a loss of memory as well.

"Did we- er- I really cant remember what happened last night." Snape hastily spat out, obviously growing more and more uncomfortable as the haze of sleep began to lift.

"I don't think so." Hermione had gained the ability to speak when her. She thankfully noticed that she, as well as Snape were fully clothed.

With that, Snape also realized that they were both fully clothed, and in what appeared to be in one of the rooms of Grimmauld Place. He also realized that they were still wrapped in each other's arms, and quickly released her from his grasp.

The two sat up, trying to figure out how they had gotten there. Hermione remembered the Christmas party at the Burrow, and after drinks at the Leaky Cauldron with the rest of the party, but after that things got hazy for her.

"What happened after the Leaky Cauldron?" Hermione ventured, face red.

"The Weasleys wanted to come here. Apparently there were some Christmas gifts left here, and Molly in her severely inebriated state didn't think that the presents could wait until tomorrow, or today, rather. After that, I really don't remember what happened. There must have been quite a bit more drinking, as I apparently blacked out after that. I suggest we get out of this room before someone finds us, and has questions." Severus, having filled in what blanks he could, got up, and crept to the door.

Hermione was right behind him, eager to get as far away from the situation at hand as possible. Hopefully, everyone had gotten as pissed as they had, and were still passed out somewhere.

The hallway was quiet enough. Now it was just a matter of getting down the stairs, past Mrs. Black, and to the kitchen fireplace to Floo out. The stairs were not a problem. Neither was Mrs. Black. However, when Hermione and Severus entered the kitchen, they were greeted with the table full of Weasleys and Order Members.

"Oi! Look at the lovebirds, finally up from their sleep!" yelled Fred, or George, or Fred.

"Oh god," whispered Hermione, face turning the color of a tomato with lightning speed.

The twin, whichever on he was, was promptly smacked on the back of the head by Mrs. Weasley. "George, DON'T YOU HAVE ANY MANNERS! Look at how you've affected poor Hermione, and Severus looks as if he'll straddle the table to ring your neck! If he did, I'm not sure I would stop him for a good five minutes."

"I'd rather like to take you up on that, Molly," Severus growled.

Hermione figured she should say something, seeing as how she was most certainly capable of explaining the present circumstances. "George, do you really think we'd do anything? The two of us just got severely pissed, and ended up passed out in the same bed, that's all. It's just coincidence that we ended up in that –er suggestive position."

She noticed a change in the atmosphere of the room, and looked around to see rather shocked faces. Hermione also noticed Severus's death glare had moved from George to her.

Hermione wasn't exactly sure who was talking due to the increased nausea and feeling of panic that was invading her body, but the phrases, "You slept with Snape?" and "What do you mean, suggestive position?"

Shit. They didn't know.