A/N: So, in case you read After Thoughts, you'll notice I'm looking back at my older Harry Potter stuff. This is not the ending of this story, however. That would be immensely cruel. Still, apology for the shortness.

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Hermione scoffed as she placed a tart onto her plate. "Well I for one don't believe it one bit."

Ron nearly choked on his food. "Her-miny, c'mn!" He spluttered, finally swallowing his food. "Look a the facts. Kurt was in the room. You heard was Snape said."

"Furthermore, I don't think Professor Snpae would ever say something so brass. He is a professor. He never acts that way in class. It doesn't sound like him at all. The fact that you two seem eager enough to believe such accusations against our head of house is shocking."

Harry and Ron shot each other looks, taking care to not et Hermione see them roll their eyes.

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Minerva was fuming. It wasn't like she didn't have enough on her plate without Severus as good as announcing it to the whole bloody school that they were sleeping together.

But they were not sleeping together, she reminded herself. It was an accident; a one-time ordeal that would be forgotten and…

Who was she kidding? She wouldn't be forgetting about that night for a long time. It was odd. It had been so nice, so enjoyable. The idea of it, however, the idea of her sleeping with Severus Snape would normally have sent her either falling to the floor in bouts of uncontrolled laughter or running for a place to discreetly vomit. Regardless, it had happened. She faintly recalled him meeting her in the hallway following the party…

Minerva's face grew hot. She should not be thinking of that right now.

The door to her classroom burst open to the stream of students heading to her seats. She jumped, nearly falling next to her desk. Her heart was pounding. Oh god, she'd forgotten about class. How the hell would she teach in this sort of condition?

Running her hands down her face, Minerva attempted to guard her expression.

"Are you alright, Professor?" Hermione Granger asked her.

Damn it. Why did she have to be so observant?

Minerva threw a smile on her face. "Of course. I didn't get much sleep last night and I am a little drowsy. I will be fine however." She cringed inwardly. Not the best thing to say when the whole damn school assumed she had other nightly obligations.

Hermione took the excuse easily, nodding in sympathy before shooting the sniggering Ron a look of revulsion.

Minerva struggled to keep her composure. She had a class to teach. She had to focus.

Just as she raised her wand to project today's lesson upon it, Minerva was interrupted by a sharp rap on her open doors. She looked up, following the wave of heads turning towards the door. Her stomach dropped and her mind reeled. A deep flush colored her face, brought on by total shock. How dare he come here! Now!

"Excuse me, Minerva. Might I speak with you in my office for a moment?" He asked smoothly.

Rustling of paper and whispers broke out in her room. Minerva coughed pointedly, and the noises ceased.

She looked around at the classroom. It was Severus' break time. He would undoubtedly hound her until she complied. Sighing angrily, Minerva, nodded. "Class, work on transfiguring the mice over by the window in the box-that's right Ms. Granger, that one- into teacups. I will be back momentarily to see your progress."

She glared at Severus as he triumphantly led her down the hall.

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A/N 2: I've started on the next chapter so this cliff hanger won't be a prolonge one. Do comment!