The 5-year victory anniversary party was at Grimmauld Place. Hermione drunkly wound her way towards the loveseat Snape shared with Lupin. Discussion stopped abruptly as she slowly pushed between his knees, weaving a bit. Finally, she dropped into his lap and snuggled her face into his neck, sighing. Minutes passed.
Groggily, she said "I wasn't sure if you were going to dump me on the floor or not."
A snort, "Don't assume I've made my final decision yet."
"I'll wait then." She grabbed a section of his cloak and pulled it over herself like a blanket.
"Lucky man." said Lupin.