"Hermione."
Hermione rolled over and mumbled something. Warm lips pressed into the back of her neck.
"Hermione."
Hermione rolled over and blearily opened her eyes. Severus was kneeling beside the bed, looking down at her.
"Good morning," he said and pressed his lips to hers.
"What?" she asked a little sleepily when he drew back. She moved to face him and felt a twinge between her legs. She reached her hand down, and all at once the night before came flooding back. She felt herself blush.
"We...we had..?"
Severus nodded. "Yes," he confirmed. "We did." He paused and looked at her. "Are you alright with that?"
"Yes," Hermione nodded, "very much so!"
"Good." Severus got up and Hermione realised that he was not naked after all, but was wearing a pair of black silk pyjama bottoms. "I was going to have a shower. Would you care to join me?"
Hermione blinked. "What time is it?"
"A little after seven. Are you coming?" Severus held out his hand to her. Hermione made to get out of bed and then stopped, blushing. "Is there something wrong?" Severus asked, lowering his hand.
"I'm naked," Hermione whispered.
"Oh yes," Severus paused. "So you are." He reached down and pulled off his pyjama bottoms. "And so am I. That is the general idea in the shower you know," he teased.
Hermione blushed again and slipped out from under the covers, feeling very self conscious. Severus took her hand and led her to the bathroom. There was a large bath and a separate shower cubicle, and a basin stood over to one side. There was another door.
"The lavatory's through there" Severus pointed. "Join me when you're done."
Severus stepped into the shower cubicle and turned on the water. An icy jet hit him and then turned scalding before settling at the right temperature. He tilted his head back and let the water fall on his face. After a few minutes Hermione slipped in beside him.
"Hey," she whispered.
He held out his arms and she stepped forward into his embrace, wrapping her arms round his body. Severus reached out and took hold of the soap, lathering it in his hands before slowly beginning to wash her. Hermione sighed in pleasure at the feeling of his hands running smoothly over her body, over her breasts and stomach, between her legs. He was very gentle, not missing anywhere. And when he was done he handed her the soap so that she could do him, his erection standing taught against him. When she was finished they stepped out the shower and dried each other gently, before Severus kissed Hermione lightly on the lips and told her she had better go.
She kissed him back and smiled, stepping through the floo in time to hear Harry and Ron pounding on the door, demanding that she come out and accompany them to breakfast.
