Morning Shock
I'm sorry if this idea has been topic of any fanfiction before, but I like the idea and wanna make more of it!
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Chapter 1
Hermione slowly woke up and the first thing she realized was the bright sunshine that cut through her eyes like a hundred knives sticking into her head. A moan came over her lips as she grabbed the covers and buried her head in them.
The second thing she realized was that she felt horrible, definitely being hung over. – Which led to her third realization: She didn't remember anything. Neither where she was nor how she had come there.
She moaned again, bearing down the sickness and the need to throw up.
A small part of her brain tried to force her to take a look around to see where she was. The much larger part didn't care and just wanted to sleep again, to get rid of the throes in her head.
Hermione willingly obeyed this wish. She turned around and snuggled up to the covers while her hand reached out for the pillow.
But instead of the soft cloth of the pillow her hand touched something she had expected least – skin.
She knit her brow's and tried her aching head to manage to find out if it belonged to herself. She pinched the skin and caused a move. But she definitely didn't move...
Her hand felt its way over the skin and she figured out there was someone lying next to her, obviously still asleep.
"Oh no" she muttered to herself. Her mind still rejected to realize what she had just found out, but nonetheless she knew she had to find out who it was.
She frowned upon the thought of uncover her face and let the sun play its gruesome game with her head again. All she wanted was to sleep...
She forced herself to lift the covers a bit and blinked with her eyes. Ignoring the pain she caught the glimpse of a bare back. She realized she'd have to get up and walk around the bed to see the person's face and frowned again. Could this day get any worse?
It took her minutes to convince herself to get up and even more minutes to do so. When she finally managed to lift herself up from the mattress her entire body screamed in reluctance and she almost fell back onto the bed so that she had to pause a moment until she was able walk – at least very slowly.
She could now see the whole backside of the sleeping guy and the pitch black hair was somehow familiar to her, although she didn't remember why. Her aching head just didn't seem to agree giving her the information she was asking for... How she hated it to have a hangover...
When she had surrounded the bed and was able to look at the guy's face she was so stunned that she first didn't think anything. Then she swallowed hard and looked at the face again with eyes torn open.
Realizing who was lying right in front of her made her shriek.
It was Snape.
He appeared to be still asleep, which seemed like a wonder to Hermione for that she had made such a noise. Afraid to awake him she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
This could not be true. She was dreaming. Yes, that was it. This had to be a nightmare – the worst nightmare she had ever had in all the seventeen years of her life. But although she pinched herself again and again strongly until her eyes were filled with tears, she didn't wake up in her bed in the girls' bedroom in the Gryffindor tower.
Which led her to the question where the hell she was. A brief look around confirmed her worst expectations – if she didn't completely err she was in the teachers' wing of the large building, or to be more precisely: In Snape's personal bedroom.
She had often wondered what the teachers' rooms looked like, but this was definitely not the way she wanted to find out!
Her eyes rested on a magical watch that told her it was Monday, 9 o'clock am. "Oh I hate Mondays", she mumbled to herself and leaned against the wall behind her.
The ice-cold stone scared her up and with disbelief she had to discover something she had not been aware of. – She was naked.
If she had not been horrified before, then she was now. The world began to turn around her and she rushed through a door behind which she was glad to discover the bathroom.
Only moments later she puked all over the washbasin and weakly sank onto the toilet lit.
The sour taste in her mouth didn't help her feel any better, but she understood she had to disappear. As fast as possible. She didn't know what would happen if Snape woke up and found her like that. The very thought of it made her stand up and clean the washbasin as far as she could manage, then she rushed into the bedroom again, not paying any attention to her revolting stomach.
She had to get out of here!
She collected her clothes from the floor where they obviously had been thrown before she had gone to bed.
Getting dressed she looked for her wand and found it on the bed table. She grabbed it and went to the door. She turned around a last time and assured herself that Snape was still asleep.
Then she quietly opened the door and spied in the hallway. If any teacher saw her... It would be her end. Snape's, as well, but in this moment she was just afraid to be forced to leave Hogwarts because of the damn mistake that she had got drunk.
The hallway seemed to be empty and Hermione stepped outside, quietly closed the door behind her and sneaked towards the backside of a painting – certainly the exit. She was just glad that she didn't need a code word to leave.
Minutes later she stood in front ot the painting of the fat lady, told her the Gryffindor code word and stepped inside.
No-one was there, apparently everyone seemed to be still asleep – a fact that enabled Hermione to get into her own bedroom without being seen by anyone.
When she was lying in her bed with curtains closed she slowly became aware of the whole extent of what had happened.
She had been drunk.
She had been in Snape's bed.
She had been naked.
And he had been, too...
"Oh – my – god", was everything Hermione could stammer. She cursed her amnesia – she still didn't remember anything before waking up this morning.
Which meant that she couldn't answer her most urgent question:
Had she slept with Snape?
to be continued…
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