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Within an Hour
8:00am
She rolled over lazily, her body was sore all over, and her throat was hot from the harsh burn of the vodka she drank yesterday.
With him.
(Oh fuck.)
Her eyes shifted to the side, almost too afraid to discover what was there; yep.
There was his greasy head.
7:59am
He should not have drunk so much vodka last night, his head was spinning. He rose onto his elbows, blinking to make his vision clearer.
This was not his room.
Shit. She was stirring.
(Quick! Pretend to be asleep!)
8:25am
She lied in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Is that bastard just going to sleep until 12? Can I just kick him out?
I can't believe I fucked him.
In need of a shower; lots of dry stuff between my legs.
(She carefully slipped out from the blanket, attempting to cover her entire body with her hands.)
26 steps until the bathroom, should I run?
(She ran.)
8:25 am
3 seconds later…
That little chit. I bet she's disgusted, regretting the very existence of herself.
Merlin knows I am.
I could get expelled for this.
8:26am
Shit shit shit shit shit! What the hell am I going to do? Class starts in thirty minutes. There's no way I'm getting out of this without facing him.
8:26am
Bugger fucking shite. What am I to do? I have to teach in a half hour. How the hell am I supposed to leave this room without anyone noticing?
She doesn't expect a note or anything, right?
8:28am
Knock.
(Oh hell, is he outside my door?)
"Miss Granger, I need to speak with you."
(Damn.)
"Uh, yes, hold on just a second."
Wipe. Brush. Cover.
She opened the door timidly.
8:29am
He knew immediately why he slept with her.
She was incredibly beautiful.
Incredibly.
8:29am
Why was he looking at her like that?
(Oh, there's that tingle again.)
That's when she realized Professor Snape really was dead fucking sexy.
Maybe this wasn't a mistake after all…
Suddenly he rushed into the bathroom, picking up her tiny frame with his left arm and shutting the bathroom door behind him with his right.
Their lips met eagerly.
8:52am
The water from the shower was nearly scorching hot and the bathroom mirror outside was fogged up more than it's ever been.
"Severus-oh yes-Sev…"
"Hm?" He grunted.
"It's 8:52. Oh gods keep doing that."
"Fuck."
"Yes fuck. Keep fucking."
He pulled out of her. She sounded in protest.
"We need to go. Now."
"Shit, you're right."
They dried off together, both racing around the bathroom to find their articles of clothing which they both had to magically clean and iron. They were dressed within seconds.
"We need to get out, is anyone still up here at this time?"
"I highly doubt it; everyone is usually down at breakfast."
"Grab my hand, on the count of three, we'll run out of here as fast as possible, I know a short cut to the dungeons."
One. Two. Three.
They fled.
8:56am
"Potter! Out the way!"
"Hermione?!"
"Harry?!"
"Snape?!"
(Oh my.)
8:58am
They reached a ratty old door.
"Step inside."
"What? This is a broom closet Severus."
"Stop being so daft girl!"
He pushed her inside.
"Potions room!" Severus cried.
Hermione's stomach knotted and she was sucked through the darkness.
8:59am
They fell into the potion's storeroom and quickly darted into the empty classroom.
Hermione took a seat at her desk, tying her hair in its usual bun.
Severus rearranged his robes and stood behind his podium.
The silence reached them.
Their eyes met.
Severus' mouth quirked up.
Hermione grinned.
They both laughed.
9:00am
Before the rest of the students filed in, Severus glanced once more at Hermione, and his eyes sparkled.
It was a promise of something more.