"Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby squeaked loudly while prodding the sleeping form of the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Hrrmph?" Harry answered, turning over and putting his glasses on. "Dobby? What's going on?"

Dobby was wringing his hands and looking around the dorm. "Dobby is sorry, sir, for waking you, but you must come to the kitchens! Your friend, she's making the other elves very nervous. You must come with Dobby now, sir! She won't let us house elves do anything, and they've taken to drinking butterbeer."

Harry hastily got out of bed and pulled on his slippers before following the house elf down to the kitchens. As they entered, he could clearly see the chaos that had commenced. Empty bottles of butterbeer were everywhere, and the house elves were running around trying to get Hermione to stop. Harry tentatively walked up to the girl who was double-checking a cookbook that she had laid out on the counter.

"Hermione?" he asked as she whipped around.

"Hi, Harry! What are you doing down here?" she asked, wiping a smudge of flour off her cheek.

"Dobby said you were causing havoc down here. What exactly are you doing?"

A buzzer went off, causing her to turn back to the oven as she said, "I'm making cupcakes! I'll be done in a moment."

"Why are you making cupcakes?" he questioned while she set to work frosting the rows of yellow cupcakes with pink icing.

"Harry, will you quit interrogating me. It's getting annoying, and I'm trying to finish this before someone else comes down here. Better yet, eat one if it'll keep your mouth occupied while I finish," she snapped, handing him one.

"Thanks."

It took Hermione only a few moments before she was done icing the cupcakes and had added blue and purple sprinkles shaped like stars on top. Carefully, she laid them out on a plate and cast a few charms on them. She turned to Harry who was now waiting patiently and watching Dobby calm the other house elves.

"I didn't mean to snap at you, Harry," she apologized.

"Ron was right. You are scary sometimes," Harry smiled. "I didn't have a chance to bring the map or invisibility cloak, so we're going to have to be careful going back."

Hermione nodded as she picked up the plate of cupcakes and turned to the house elves. "I'm sorry for everything, and next time I'll warn you all."

They quickly left the kitchens and started up to Gryffindor Tower. The two walked quietly and were only a few feet away from the Fat Lady's portrait when a deep, silky voice stopped them.

"Mister Potter! I shouldn't be surprised to find you out after curfew, but Miss Granger as well? What would the Head of Gryffindor say if she knew?" Snape asked as he walked up behind them.

Hermione quickly handed Harry the plate as they turned to face their dreaded potions master.

"No, professor. We were just-"

Hermione fell to the ground, and seemed to be out cold. Immediately, Professor Snape was kneeling next to her and yelling at Harry to run and get Madam Pomfrey. Unfortunately, Harry was rooted to the spot in shock. As Snape bent his head down to check her heartbeat, Hermione's head lifted up and kissed him. The kiss was brief, but Snape was sent into shock at feeling her lips upon his.

Hermione took advantage of the situation and shoved one of her yellow cupcakes with pink icing and blue and purple star sprinkles in his face. She quickly scrambled to her feet, grabbed Harry, and ran the short distance to the portrait. Hermione yelled the password, shoving the still shocked Harry into the portrait hole before turning back to the professor who had yet to move. She studied the scene for a moment, unable to keep her giggles in. Of all the mean things he'd ever said and done to all the Gryffindors, she had finally gotten him back with a cupcake. Hermione fixed the absurd image of Severus Snape with icing and sprinkles covering his face in her mind.

"Goodnight, Professor!" she yelled before slamming the portrait closed.

I know Hermione's OOC, but that's why it's humor! Let me know what you think. I know it says complete, but I'm pretty sure I could continue. That is, of course, if you (the reader) want me to. Let me know!

Lady Doral