Author's Note: I was reading an old roleplay of mine when I decided to turn it into a fanfiction. It's based loosly on it, but I plan to change some things up a bit. It's from 2010, but I still love the idea.

I will also note that while I do love Harry Potter, I am no expert. I may get things wrong, but I will do my best to check facts as I go. Please forgive anything I do mess up.

Corina sighed, sipping her juice. Her mind wandered from her food, to that upcoming school year. She was eighteen, and in her seventh year at Hogwarts. It was almost over, and then she had to determine what to do with her life. She enjoyed her Muggle ways, but knew that she was unqualified to work in the Muggle world. Glancing out the window, she decided that she'd focus on that when the time came.

As she looked back down at her breakfast, she pushed it around a bit. It was just after nine, and there was still no movement from the living room. She hoped that he didn't die on her. Wouldn't that be a nice way to end her summer vacation. Get back to school and have to explain over and over. If they even allowed her back.

Shaking her head, she moved away from the table, figuring getting him out of her flat would be the best solution right about now. Tucking a strand of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear, she made her way to the other room. Knocking, she hoped that he was either awake, or that knocking would wake him up. "Professor?" She said, opening the door. "Are you awake?" Corina asked, peeking her head in.

There, on her couch, was Professor Snape- the most feared and hated teacher in all of Hogwarts. He was in the same exact spot she had left him in the night before. Opening the door farther, she stepped in. "Professor, wake up." She nudged his leg with her foot lightly, hoping that she wouldn't have to resort to shaking him or something.

A moment later, a low groan could be heard. He slowly opened his eyes, wincing. Professor Snape sat up, carefully. Looking around, he didn't recognize anything. At all. "Where am I?" He asked, annoyed. It was more to himself then anything. Before he received an answer, he noticed Corina standing in front of him, arms crossed over her chest. "Ms Bates?" Snape asked, perplexed.

"Finally awake, I see." She noted, with a light chuckle. He looked like hell. Then again, she figured he felt worse.

"Where am I, and how did I get here?" He pressed, glancing around the room again. He saw pictures of Corina, and a few other people. Some were waving, pointing, or laughing. Others were simple still, like Muggle pictures.

Sighing, she shook her head. "I take it you don't remember anything from last night, do you?" Corina asked, leaning against the door frame. Of course she would have to explain everything to her hung over professor.

Snape thought for a moment before looking up at her. The last thing he remembered was having a drink, and then another. After that it seemed a blur. Next thing he knew he was being woken up by a student, with a throbbing head. "No." He said simply, wanting nothing more then to get far, far away from her.

"Oh, well, let's refresh your memory. Last night you were wandering down my street, spewing nonsense, drunk . I have no idea what you were going on about, to be honest. You were disturbing my neighbors. It was either help you out or let the neighbors ring the cops on you." She shrugged. "I got you in here, and as soon as you hit the couch you passed out. I was just glad you didn't throw up." It was awkward, to say the least. "Well, while you're here, would you fancy a cuppa?" It was the least she could do. She didn't like him, but hangovers weren't any fun.

Snape glared at her, not pleased that a student found him wandering, drunk. "No." He said, holding back the urge to fall back on the couch. Getting up slowly, he let out a small sigh.

"No? Is that all you can say? I'm trying my best not to be rude here." Corina snapped. "I could have let you get arrested, or I could have let you sleep outside somewhere." She pointed out, wanting to remind him that his other options were less pleasant. Waking up on her couch was probably the best thing that could have come of him making an arse of himself.

"I am still your professor, Ms Bates." Snape reminded her sternly, his words sounding like that of a snake.

Laughing, Corina shook her head. "Well, you're in my flat. We're not at Hogwarts, Professor. You can't dock points, and you sure as hell can't give me detention. So, if you're going to be a jerk, you can get out." She walked out of the living room, surprised that she had talked back to him. Even if they weren't at school.

Snape shook his head slightly. His pride wouldn't let him accept anything from her. He moved in the direction that she had gone, following the sounds of her moving around. He stood there a moment before she turned to see him. Raising an eyebrow, she made a face at him as if to ask him 'what?'. "Thank you." He said so quietly he wasn't even sure she heard him before he apparated.

Corina stared at the spot where he had just been, confused. She wasn't sure if she had heard him right or not. Had Snape just...said 'thank you' to her? Shaking her head, she moved back to finish her breakfast. Of course she knew she had to write her friends about this. How could she keep seeing Snape drunk to herself? Thinking about it more, she had to laugh. She had always pictured what a professor would be like wasted, but that was not as imagined.

Once she'd finished eating, Corina put her plates in the sink to do later. Her family wasn't due back for another two days, so she had more then enough time. Heading to her room, she wondered how she was going to word her letter to her friends. 'Hey, hope you're having a good summer. Guess who slept on my couch last night?' Because that wouldn't sound weird at all...

Sitting at her desk, she started writing to each of them. Her owl, Sapphire, would be getting lots of crackers today.