A/N Hey dudes! This is the start of a new series of drabbles for Snape and Hermione. If you like the first one, please review and let me know, so I get motivated to write more! Hope you enjoy it!
"What the hell?" she muttered to herself, racing downstairs.
"Severus?" she asked, following the burning smell that clouded the air.
He turned around as she approached, and ran up to her before she could enter the kitchen.
His eyes ran up and down her body; the pajamas, if you could call a thin top and underwear 'pajamas', she had worn from him the night before were still clinging to her… assets.
"Hermione, go back upstairs and pretend you didn't see anything."
She took his appearance in; shirtless, with his black hair tied up in a bun, loose strands framing his face.
"Not until you tell me why it smells like you set the house on fire", she replied stubbornly.
He sighed. "I was trying to make you breakfast," he said coolly.
She leaned against the doorframe, and crossed her arms with a grin on her face.
"What do you mean, trying to make me breakfast?" she said with a smirk.
He looked down. "I mean, that I tried to fry bacon and eggs, and I may have left them in the pan too long while I was feeding Crankyshanks," he muttered under his breath.
She burst out loud with laughter. "I wonder what all your Slytherin fan boys would say if they could see you now. Their prestigious potions master standing in a kitchen full of smoke," she giggled quietly, as he glared at her.
"You will tell no one," he emphasized.
"You know I wouldn't. I'm not sharing my adorable, sensitive Severus with anyone," she whispered with a secret smile, placing her hands on his shoulders.
He shivered as she kissed him gently, wanting to be closer to the beautiful woman standing in front of him. She pulled back, looking content.
"Why did you try to cook me breakfast anyway?" she asked curiously.
"To thank you for-" he stopped abruptly, blush starting to blot his white cheeks.
"To thank me for...?" she pushed, biting her lip innocently.
He sighed. "For last night," he finished quietly.
"Severus. I'm your wife. You don't need to thank me for loving you. It's part of my job," she replied softly, with her hands on his chest.
"Oh, but I do," he growled, drawing her against him. He kissed her furiously, taking her bottom lip between his, biting down softly, which elicited a low moan from her. She pushed him back, stopping when his rear hit the bench. Her hands wandered through his hair, pulling it gently as he ran his hands up her back. When he pulled away, she was breathing heavily.
"What do you say we... forget about breakfast, and... go back... to bed", she let out. His reply was a gentle squeeze of her bum. She grinned, grabbed his hand, and dragged him back upstairs.
Thanks for reading!
