Title: Kissing Severus Snape (Story Text)

Original Author Name: Lavender Ashe

Rating PG-13 and R NOW… he he he
Spoilers: GoF. Written after Half-Blood Prince.
Genre: Humor, Romance
Era: The Harry Potter at Hogwarts Years
Main Character(s): Snape
Ship(s): CFCW/Snape
Summary: Sweets soaked with love potion cause an embarrassing incident at the Yule Ball. First person POV.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Summary: Sweets soaked with love potion cause an embarrassing incident at the Yule Ball. First person POV.

Relationships: Severus Snape?

Rating: PG-13

Kissing Severus Snape

It's the long-anticipated Yule Ball. All around me, students are dancing and enjoying themselves. I take one more twirl around the dance floor and decide that I need a drink.

As I head over to the punch, I see a group of giggling students standing around something. Intrigued, I hurry over to the group. Through the crowd I see a small table with a heavy glass bowl containing different coloured candy hearts and a hand-written notice.

Romance! Mystery! Intrigue!

'Love At First Sight' Hearts

Try one of these for a truly interesting night.

At the bottom of the notice, in tiny writing, is the following information that I do not read (unfortunately): These sweets have been soaked in a temporary love potion, causing the person who eats them to fall madly in love with the next person they see. The effects are temporary. Eat at your own risk.

All around me, students are eating the candy hearts and pairing off. They seem to be enjoying themselves. Before I can think about it, I pick up a purple candy heart and put it in my mouth.

The sweet melts on my tongue in a pleasant-tasting fizz. I look across the dance floor. Immediately, I start to feel very warm. That teacher is the corner is just so... so...

Why had I never noticed his tall, slender form, his eloquent hands, his jet-black hair and his midnight eyes before? I almost swoon at the sight.

I spend the next half-hour or so gazing adoringly at him from the sidelines. He looks so - manly - when he scowls like that. Despite fluttering my eyelashes and heaving deep sighs whenever he passes, he never asks me to dance. I decide that a more direct approach is needed, and walk up to him as he is conversing with Professor Dumbledore and Madame Maxime.

"Would you like to dance, Professor Snape?" I ask boldly. I immediately blush and hide behind my fan. I hope he doesn't think I'm too forward. He looks even more stern and forbidding at my request, sending my little heart into paroxysms of delight.

Before he can speak, fate, in the form of a tall black-haired witch, intervenes.

"Zat is a lovely idea." Madame Maxime beams with delight. "I am sure your professor would not be so cruel as to refuse zis beautiful student, Dumbly-dorr."

"It would be very rude of Severus to do so," Professor Dumbledore agrees quietly.

Severus. What a wonderful collection of sounds - a symphonious delight. Professor Snape bows to the headmaster and headmistress.

"As you wish, Albus," he says frostily, and leads me to the dance floor.

I'm dancing! I'm dancing with Professor Snape! I can barely breathe from sheer delight and excitement. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I wonder if it would further our relationship if I swooned in his arms?

As I expertly twirled around the dance floor, the nearness of my beloved professor is overwhelming. He is just a foot (or so) away! How fortunate that the orchestra had struck up a waltz. I turn around and around, lost in the beauty of his harsh black clothes, his forbidding scowl, his stern black eyes. Over come by my emotions, as the waltz ends, I learn forward and kiss my beloved, darling, adorable professor full on the lips.

At that precise moment, the love potion wears off, and a full realization of my past behaviour comes crashing in on me. I stare in horror at the shocked man in front of me, whose expression is slowly changing to one that looks as if he is going to Avada Kedavra me any second. Gathering my wits, I do what any sensible person would do under the circumstances.

I run.

I run off the dance floor, out of the Great Hall, up the stairs and into the girls' bathroom. There, I lean against the door, shaking all over and gasping for breath.

What have I done?

I... I kissed...

I can not finish that thought. The horror is too great (Even though, as kisses go, it wasn't bad. Quite nice, in fact). A knock on the door interrupts my scrambled thoughts.

"Psst - are you in there?" a friendly voice - blessedly female - asks.

"Yes," I say weakly.

"It's safe to come out. Professor Snape has left the Great Hall," the voice explains.

Still trembling slightly from shock, I slowly emerge from my sanctuary and re-enter the Great Hall. A friendly dance (or three) from the lovely boys in my house and lots of sympathetic petting from the girls do wonders for settling my nerves.

Love potions can be very dangerous things.

Author's Note: This story has been deliberately written so that the protagonist is not identified. She can be whomever the reader wishes. If anyone wishes to write a sequel to this, identifying the protagonist and exploring what happens next, they are more than welcome to do so