Disclaimer: I'm looking into buying Snape. I isn't working for under £50… damn!

Author's Note: I love Snape! He rocks! This story was actually another of my dreams… lovely, lovely dreams.

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Bloody Drink

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Snape opened his eyes and groaned. He was so tired and had to teach a class soon.

"Damn them," he growled.

Last night was the almost-end-of-year-staff-party and the professors had all slowly drank themselves into a stupor. Not that Snape hadn't, he just didn't making a fool out of himself by singing or dancing, badly, like the rest of them. He had stood in a corner of the staff room, glaring at his colleagues as they toppled over each other.

Now Snape, and more than likely the rest of the staff, was suffering from a massive hangover.

He thought back to what happened… He drank whiskey and larger. Minerva asked him to dance. He refused. Trawlney asked to read the signs from his feet. He got scared. He drank some more and apparently made it back to his room safe. Although he had no idea of why he was sleeping on the floor just inside the door.

Snape decided not to get up just yet and rested his head on his arms.

"GET UP," a mirror screeched at him. "GET UP YOU LAZY DRUNK!"

Snape opened his eyes again and glared at the mirror across the room.

"You know I'm not going to stop until you make a move to get ready!"

"Shut up. I'm moving," Snape groaned, clutching his head. "Remind me to research and create a potion for hangovers!"

He stood and realised that his trousers were on the floor next to him. Standing in only his boxers, he concluded that he probably tried to get ready for bed at some point.

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"How do you feel this morning?" McGonagall chuckled when Snape sat down for breakfast.

"About as bad as you look," he retorted.

She chuckled again. "You seemed to be having fun last night," the deputy-head said ten minutes to the end.

"Sarcasm noted," Snape said getting up to leave.

"I wasn't being sarcastic," she said as he passed behind her.

Madam Hooch leaned over to her. "I defiantly had fun."

"Same here."

"Too bad about the hangovers afterwards," Hooch said. "You're quite the entertainer Severus."

"What do you mean by that?" he narrowed his eyes.

"Oh look at the time. I have to go find the snitch that got away. Bye." The flying instructor hurried out.

Snape turned to McGonagall. "What did she mean?" he demanded.

"Ah… breakfast is over we must be going all of us. Classes to prepare for." She practically ran out of the room, the rest of the staff right behind her.

Flitwick, who was last, squeaked when Snape caught his arm.

"WHAT did I do last night?"

"Er… Severus, it doesn't matter… I don't remember… I don't think you did anything really…"

"Tell me!" Snape growled as he dragged Flitwick outside the Great Hall – away from ease-droppers. "Get on with it!"

"Well… er you… you see… you drank a lot…" Flitwick stuttered.

"And?"

"Well… you really did have a lot… you see you got up on the table and danced."

"Oh fuck," Snape was kicking himself in his mind. 'Bloody drink' he thought.

Flitwick continued. "Itwasastripdance," he said in a rush.

"Pardon? I didn't quite catch that."

"It was a… strip dance and Hooch has your shirt."

"How in Merlin's name… ?"

"Well you swung it above your head and swung your hips and threw it at her." He flinched waiting for Snape's outburst, his eyes closed. Instead of loud shouting there was a loud bang. He opened his eyes…

Snape had fainted.