A Shock Induced Stupor
Summary: Hermione admits her snog with Snape to a very disturbed set of friends. Sequel/Companion Fic to Writer's Block but can stand on it's own.

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I snogged Professor Snape.

The shocked expression on their faces was unexpected. Anger, disgust, revulsion, yes, but shocked silence? Honestly, if she'd known that it only took admitting a heavy snog session with their most feared professor to keep Harry and Ron quiet, she would have tried it years ago.

Minutes stretched with the pair sitting across from her in the quiet common room. She pulled out a book and had read several pages before Harry made a strangled noise.

he choked out. Hermione, you're... you're joking, right?

She only raised an eyebrow with an amused expression. Harry croaked again, and his voice took on a decidedly panicked note. Hermione just smiled serenely, glancing at her other best friend.

Ron hadn't moved. If there was no response in ten minutes, she'd take him to Madame Pomfrey. That woman probably had potions to treat a shock-induced stupor.

How... when... HOW? Harry stuttered.

She pointed at Ron, who blinked. It's his fault, really. If he hadn't dared me to write Severus a love letter, nothing would have ever happened.

Hermione was relieved to see that the redhead had gone just a bit paler. So he wasn't completely comatose. Good. She'd hate for him to die. Who would Harry talk to about quidditch?

Harry was staring at her blankly, eyes wide as a house elf's. Perhaps she'd kill them both off. Would certainly make things easier.

I couldn't write it, you see, she tried to explain. I mean, I've been... interested... in him for ages, and I couldn't just write a love letter and pretend it was a joke, because it wasn't. So I went down to the kitchens to bake (after all, you know how it helps me write), and he came in, and there was tea, and I choked, and then practically screamed I loved him, and...

She realized she was babbling. It had to be nerves, she thought. Babbling was something she hadn't done since she was little.

Hermione glanced at Ron. His eyes had taken on a glazed expression. She couldn't decide if this was an improvement on his condition.

But... the kissing! Harry started.

A feeling that could only be described as dreamy' came over Hermione, and she let out a rather girlish giggle.

I thought he was going to throw me out of the kitchens, but he came around the table and kissed me, she sighed happily.

Ron whimpered quietly. That was much better, Hermione grinned. Maybe a trip to Madame Pomfrey wouldn't be needed.

Harry said, still clearly distressed.

He's an extremely talented kisser, Hermione announced.

The sound of a body hitting the floor signaled that Ron had finally fainted.

Well, Hermione mused as she levitated an unconscious Ron and lead a gibbering Harry to the Hospital Wing, at least Severus would be thrilled to find out he'd produced such reactions.

FIN