A/N: This was written really quickly, I didn't put too much effort into this one. It was just an amusing scene that had been bouncing around in my head all day. Enjoy! :)
He sat in his favorite arm chair next to the fire. After years of use, it had worn down to fit him perfectly. His coffee table, where his feet always rested, had also been worn down by the repetitive motion of sliding his feet on top of it. He was reading his favorite weekly potions journals and was completely absorbed in his readings.
"Severus?" He heard timidly from the other room. He ignored it; not even looking up from what he was reading.
Several minutes later he heard his name again, louder this time. "Severus!" Again, he ignored it and continued to read.
"Severus Snape!" He put down the journal—he was reading a particularly interesting piece on cheaper ingredients substituting for more expensive ones in potions.
"What do you want Woman?" he yelled. When there was no reply he continued reading.
"Severus! Can you come here!" he sighed and put down his readings again.
"No! If YOU wish to speak to ME, then YOU can come HERE!" He waited for the reply.
"Severus!" he heard a sigh fallowed by a quieter "Can you pretty please just come here?"
He sighed and got up from his spot and walked into their bedroom where he was being beckoned. Severus froze when he entered the room. There, next to their bed was his wife. Her arms were above her head, bent in and awkward position. Her thick curls were peaking out of the shirt that was covering her face and bending her arms into their awkward position. The shirt itself was not only twisted up, it also appeared to be suck on the tall wooden bed post. In short, Hermione was stuck—and looked ridiculous.
Severus was ready to bark out a laugh when his wife growled, "Don't. Laugh." He constrained his laugh, but couldn't stop the few snorts that escaped.
"Shut up. I'm seriously stuck." She wiggled around a little in her trapped position to prove that she could not get free. "I've always hated this bed you know." Hermione grumbled out after a few minutes of silence.
Severus finally spoke after a long pause. "How on earth…?"
"The shirt is tight, ok? And I think it got snagged on the bed post." Hermione tried to move her hand towards where the shirt appeared to be stuck, but her shirt had her trapped all too well. "I've tried everything, will you just help?" she sounded defeated.
Severus finally lost his control on his laughter. He saw his wife's middle finger shoot up. "Ok, ok, I'm helping," he said between bouts of laughter. He quickly helped Hermione out of her amusing predicament.
"Thanks," she said, glaring at the still snickering Severus. She swiped her shirt out of his hands and marched out of the room. As soon as she was out the door, Severus's laughter started up again in earnest.