A/N: So... This one is completely knew and came up when my sister asked me to write her up a story that consequently, had absolutely nothing to do with this prompt. Anyhow... hopefully I'll get my muse to jump start and finish the new After Thoughts chapter but enjoy this while you wait. Thanks!
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Severus Snape awoke early the morning following the Christmas Party to find himself situated in a room fairly unfamiliar to him. He sat up and found himself to be lying in the bed of one very irate Minerva McGonagall. Blinking out the bleariness from his eyes, he sat up and inspected his surroundings.

For a Gryffindor, she certainly has taste, he thought to himself, noting the velvet green curtains and red couches in the next room over. The hangings of the bed he seemed to be occupying were a golden color as was the trim of the walls. He continued to look about, cataloguing the color patterns that popped out at he every once In a while.

He was bought out of his silent revelry by a loud cough. He froze and, slowly, raised his eyes to meet said Minerva and smiled sheepishly up at her. For the first time since he'd woken up, Severus noticed his apparent lack of clothing.

Minerva, already having covered herself with a robe, eyed him. She was at a total loss for words. What did you say to someone who just realized he'd most likely slept with you over a drunken night of misfortune? If they'd gone back to his rooms, she would have sneaked out the moment she'd waken. This, however, wasn't quite so easy to escape. She couldn't very well stalk out her own rooms in the morning, especially dressed as she was. Inspecting her floor for lack of anything better to do, Minerva thought over the previous night's party, long and hard.

She did remember drinking the wine and joking over something with Albus which Severus was perfectly happy to scoff at. After that, though, things went rather fuzzy. She had faint recollections of being carried down the halls, laughing but she seriously hoped those were simply after effects of last night's dinner.

Returning her gaze to the sleepy man occupying her bed, Minerva fought hard to contain a smile. He did look rather sweet, like a little boy that had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar; much unlike the insufferable twit he normally was.

Minerva McGonagall had never been appealing to Severus, at least not physically. Of course, he'd never paid much attention to her in that way; they'd always been too busy fighting. It seemed odd now though, for him not to have observed the gentle curve of her waist and he way her sleek black hair reached down to her hips. He could hardly believe he'd never noticed the way positioned herself to radiate self confidence and power or the direction in which blush crept up to her cheeks.

Minerva blushed ferociously as she noted Severus inspecting her. Those deep, black eyes ran over her body in a way that could provide ecstasy without a hint of physical contact. She had to get out of there. Turning away from the undressed man, she reentered her bathroom, leaning against the counter to regain control of her mind and stop it from reeling. She gripped the edge of the sink tightly and peered at her reflection in the mirror.

Oh dear lord, she looked ghastly! Straightening her hair and adjusting her robe, she inhaled a large breath and returned to her room. Unfortunately, all she found there was the overturned covers of her empty four-poster bed.

Severus jogged down the halls of Hogwarts towards the dungeons. If he was fast enough, he'd be able to make it to his room and change in time for an early breakfast. His heart pumped overtime and adrenaline ran through his veins. Severus could hardly believe where he'd woken from this morning. Not to mention if he didn't finish with breakfast extremely early, he'd have to face her; something he did not look forward to doing.

His plan seemed to be hindered by fate as he managed to run into Peeves twice, get caught on a moving staircase that refused to go the correct way and almost was seen by several early bird students heading out for breakfast. Severus assumed that he'd be a very odd sight indeed, what with his robes hastily thrown on and him running, holding his overcoat and shoes in hand.

He made a sharp turn down one corridor, nearly slamming himself into an irritable suit of armor. Having narrowly missed that, he pushed off on a wall and ran down the steps to the dungeon, taking two at a time before skidding to a halt outside his private rooms. Hastily unlocking the door, he swung it open and slammed it shut behind him.

How could he have been so stupid the night before? He knew he had a horrible propensity for alcohol but even so, to allow himself to give her the ultimate power? Now, she had something on him that no one else knew. Something that he seriously hoped no one else would ever know. If she asked him for a favor, he'd have to follow through or she'd surely tell people and then… He didn't even want to think about how bruised his reputation would be!

Severus was filled with a sudden surge of anger. She'd make him give over Quidditch practices, break hours, and any little thing she saw fit. This was working out just peachy for her. He bet she was sitting in her chair, gloating over the prizes just in wait for her…

Minerva paced anxiously back and forth in her rooms. Why the hell did she let herself get so out of control? More importantly though, who else knew? She was fairly certain that by the time she got down to breakfast, Severus would have spread the news far and wide that he'd "tamed the lioness" as he'd said once in a snappish reply to a rather scathing remark he'd received from her. Damn her stupid common sense for letting her go on this one. God, how they'd stare at her. She could hardly stand the idea of entering the Great Hall for breakfast and facing the sure to be thousands of eyes laughing at her. But, as she'd always done before, she stood and proceeded to suck it up and enter the firing range. She was from Gryffindor and they were never ones to back down. Lifting her head, she put on her robes and exited the room via the hallway. She could do this. She knew she could do it…
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A/N 2: I hope you liked it! I know it was a bit different and shows their relationship in a totally different light but I hope I did it justice. In fact, why don't you tell me how great/bad I did!