Falling on the floor Again, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and it's characters do not belong to me and are not of my own creation. Ok.

Yeah so basically this is a one shot about Sev and Hermione. Kinda bland I do admit but I like it so...

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Hermione Granger woke up. The problem she came to realize however was that she woke up in a bed that was not hers.

Hermione, being logical thought it through as best she could in her sleep addled brain. Her eyes closed again to stop distraction but the sun still hit them. The bed spelled piney, not her usual scent.

Then a thought struck her. "Maybe some one else was in bed with her!" It would explain everything. "Well maybe not everything but a lot of things." So our little genius Hermione decided that rather than open her eyes and look around, "which is what a normal person would do." her mind mocked, she would move around and see if she felt anything. Twisting off of her side onto her back seemed the most logical choice, Hermione was big on logic. Yet it seemed that out of the countless other moves Hermione could have made this was the "whatever you do, don't move this way" move. She rolled directly atop the hypothetical someone.

So here was Hermione Granger, book connoisseur (the term book worm offended her) and all around good girl of the school, naked and sprawled atop a stranger in said stranger's room. This scenario might seem sexy but this might have been the word least applicable to the situation. At least to the parties involved.

A half awake disoriented Hermione was spread-eagle atop and half suffocating the person she had apparently spent a wild and passionate night with. Both people immediately tried to rectify (a/n: haha) the situation in the best way they knew how at this point in the morning. They arched and pushed and shoved, later Hermione stated rather calmly that, situation not withstanding, they had a decent rhythm going.

Eventually the bottom partner being stronger and older successfully pushed an off balance Hermione off of him. But as with all good laughs (Hermione later declaring this was her best) luck didn't hold out . The man's shove sent her quickly over the edge of the bed to flop onto the floor. The man being fairly awake at this point started a full out laugh.

Hermione feeling pity for herself (if not her, then who?) continued to lay on the surprisingly plush rug. It smelled of lemons from the polished wood floors beneath it. Floors she had cleaned yesterday she thought suddenly.

"You know," Severus said, looking at her from the edge of the bed. "You'd think that after a month we wouldn't have these problems anymore." He said all this suppressing chuckles and grins, a grin Hermione was proud to say that usually came out around her.

"Don't look so happy and help me up!" She said trying to sound mad. He reached down and helped her back up into their bed. "I demand a cuddle!"

"Aw did you hurt yourself? I'm so concerned, maybe I should check this out myself." Severus ducked beneath the covers.

"I'm not hurt and you just wanna get laid again." she teased and stopped is head from going any lower.

"Am I so transparent? Well you've seen through my carefully devised ploy, whatever shall we do?"

"Shut up smart ass." She said as she pulled her husband up to a kiss. Ah to be a newlywed.