Lost in the heat of the moment, Minerva pressed herself to her lover, Albus, and returned his kiss passionately. Her lips traveled sensuously down his neck, leaving small nips in his skin. Deep in his chest, a feral growling sound rose and Albus mercilessly attacked Minerva's lips with his own, leaving her bruised and wincing in what she did not know was pain or pleasure. Creamy satin straps on her nightgown slipped down her pearly-skinned shoulders. Biting gently on the hollow of her neck, Albus breathed in Minerva's intriguing scent of soothing lavender and sharp pomegranate.
So caught up in their privacy, Albus and Minerva did not hear the crisp knock on the Headmaster's door. And who would show up at a time like this but…Severus.
"GooooD GOD, HEADMASTER! What are you…what…Merlin…Minerva?"
Albus and Minerva hastily separated and Minerva yanked her robes over her nightgown. She blushed furiously and Albus was in a similar state.
"THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE LIMIT I TELL YOU! FIRST LONGBOTTOM WITH THAT RIDICULOUS BOGGART OF ME IN HIS GRANDMOTHER AUGUSTA'S MOLDY DRESS AND NOW THIS…..! I WANT OUT, I WANT OUT. OOH, THE HUMILIATION!"
Albus slid a small knowing smile in Minerva's direction and gently tucked a wayward lock of her black hair behind her ear.
"-AND LUPIN'S AUDACITY TO LAUGH AT ME AND...AND...AND FOR GOD'S SAKE STOP SNOGGING!"
"Severus! Calm down…"
Severus looked quite mad. He was foaming at the mouth and his eyes were rolling madly.
"NO I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!"
Minerva swished her wand and transformed her nightdress into strict, black teaching robes.
"Severus, do stop this nonsense! It's not like you don't know Albus and I are married."
Severus fell silent and sullenly stabbed his wand at a steaming, slightly charred cauldron. The potion hissed furiously and a putrid lime green smoke swirled up.
"Damn it," he growled.
Albus shook his head at Severus' foul language, but knew better than to test the angry man's temper again.
"Oh for God's sake, not a damned fake wand again!"
Minerva couldn't help smirking as Snape flung a rickety old rake at the cauldron, which let off a volley of bangs and exploded, showering Snape with sticky green sludge.
"I hate my life," Severus muttered. "Here's to your Healing potion, Professor Dumbledore…"
A/N: Aww, poor Snape…