An extremely short summarization, I'M KISSING SEVERUS SNAPE!

"Absolutely nothing…" He turns to face me and I look at him. For a moment, we just stare into each others eyes (and he has beautiful eyes) and then… I feel his lips upon mine…

OH MY GOODNESS! I scream in my head. I'M KISSING HIM! THIS IS INSANE! I'M THE LUCKIEST GIRL ALIVE!

After a few moments, he pulls away and mutters, "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that… I'm really sorry…" He begins to stand up, but I grab him.

"You aren't going anywhere." I pull him back down and kiss him fiercely, then ask, "What's there to be sorry about?"

He grins, "Sorry I didn't do this before!"

"Me too. You know, I think I might just have to hang around here longer." I lie down flat on the bed and stare at the ceiling.

"Of course, I'm not letting you go anywhere." He lies down beside me and I feel him take my hand into his and our fingers intertwine.

"Oh no? And how are you going to stop me, professor?"

"I don't know, I'll have to kiss you again, or something to that effect."

"Heavens no! Not that again!"

"You had better watch yourself then."

"Oo-er, yes Professor Snape." I squeeze his hand a bit. He turns his head and looks at me.

"Do you want to go down to Hogsmead? We can get some breakfast, and perhaps pick up something for you to sleep in tonight."

"I don't know. I sort of liked sleeping in your robe. It smells like you."

"How lovely," he sticks out his tongue in mock disgust. "Will you at least accompany me to breakfast, then you can decide whether you want to sleep in my odor or not?"

"Twist my arm," I lean over and kiss him again softly. "I would love to have breakfast with you. Will anyone else be there?"

"No, Hogsmead weekend is next week. No irritating Potters or Weasleys to interrupt us."

"Thank God! Last thing I need. What about the other professors, do they go down there in their free time?"

"Not often, we've got nothing to worry about. Come on, let's go." Severus stands up and pulls me to my feet. "We'll go under my Invisibility Cloak so no one sees us as we leave." He opens his wardrobe and brings out a long, fluid cloak, only visible in the creases, with the texture of soft water. He throws it over the two of us and we swiftly exit his office.

We pass a few students and professors in the corridors, but none of them notice us, since we're invisible of course. Just as we reach the Entrance Hall, Potter and his crew are coming out of the Great Hall. We both stop to listen to their conversation.

"I can't believe Mercury's here!" Potter cries. "I thought I'd gotten rid of her!"

"I can't believe anyone could possible find Snape attractive! Especially you, Hermione!" Weasley replies. "I'm thoroughly disgusted."

"Shut up, Ron, it's not my fault."

"Yes, it is!" The two boys say in unison.

"Wouldn't it be gross if they got involved or something?" Potter wondered.

"Hell yeah! Don't even say stuff like that, Harry!"

"They deserve each other, in a way. They're both foul, him especially, and she's just a bitch…" Before I can do anything, Severus raises his hand and clocks Potter hard over the head. He goes flying forward, landing face first on the carpet.

"Harry!" Granger runs over to him. "What happened, Harry?"

Potter lifts his face, with blood running out his nose. "I don't know… someone hit me over the head… bloody hell, that hurt."

"It was supposed to, you prick," Severus mutters.

"I reckon it was Peeves," Weasley says matter-of-factly, helping Harry to his feet. "Let's go to the hospital wing. I think Madam Pomfrey's missed you." Weasley and Granger drag Potter around the corner and out of sight.

"You shouldn't have done that," I laugh. "You beat me to it!"

"Next time you can have a go. We can pop round the hospital wing to pay him a little visit later." He grasps my hand and we walk out of the large front doors. The air outside is cool and crisp. Severus squeezes my hand tighter.

"How does Harry know you're here?" He asks gently.

"I went for a little walk this morning and bumped into the trio outside the Quidditch pitch," I grin. "Granger's got the hots for you, you know."

"So I heard. That's rather surprising, I thought they all hated me…"

"Potter and Weasley most certainly do, she's just playing along to them. She'd probably die of embarrassment if she found out you knew."

"I'll have to leave her a little note on her next test, won't I?"

"But, make sure you tell her you're taken. I don't want any little know-it-all's fawning over you."

"I'm taken. That's special."

"Yes, it is."

We approach the heavy iron gates, flanked by winged boars that lead out to Hogsmead.

"Once we get closer to the shops, we'll have to take the cloak off," Severus tells me as we exit the school grounds. I nod. "And, it causes me great pain to say this, but we'll have to keep our hands off each other. Rosmerta, the lady who owns Three Broomsticks, knows all the professors. If she sees you and I all over each other, she's bound to tell someone."

I groan, "That stinks."

"I know, I know. Look, we're here now. One more for the road, then we'll strip off."

"How'd you manage to make everything sound so dirty?"

"Just a talent." He leans forward and kisses me, then pulls the cloak off. "It's just around the corner."

We walk down the street and I see a building, with an old sign that reads "Three Broomsticks". I stop dead in my tracks.

"Just one second," I mutter.

"What?" Severus asks.

"This…" I kiss him once more. "Sorry, must satisfy myself."

"It's rather odd," he says, as we walk closer to the pub. "We only met yesterday. We only had our first kiss about an hour ago. Yet, we're attached already."

"Wow… just yesterday? It seems like so much longer…"

"It does…"

"If I heard about two people becoming as cuddly as we are after only knowing each other this long, I'd think they were mad." I pause. "Are we mad?"

"Yes."

"Ok, thanks. Glad to know I'm not alone in this."

"We'll both be loonies together."

"Sounds like a plan." The bell jingles as I push open the door. It's quite full inside, a fair few rather odd looking creatures that I've never seen before. Behind the bar is a curvy beautiful woman.

"Good morning, Severus," she calls. "What can I do you for?" She peers at me. "Who's the little lady? Got yourself quite a looker there, Sev."

"Oh no," I say, trying to hide my grin. "We aren't attached."

"Just friends," Severus adds. "What's the best seat in the house today, Rosmerta?"

"I'd say just over by that window to the left. Here's a couple menus for the two of you, just give me a holler when you're ready." She gives us a small smile and turns to the woman shrouded in black sitting at the bar. We both take our seats and read our menus.

"What'll it be this morning then, madam?" Severus joked.

"Well, sir, the full platter certainly does appeal to the sense, but I doubt whether I can finish it alone. Care to accompany me in this breakfast endeavor?"

"Mademoiselle, whatever would please you would please me. The full platter it is. Rosmerta!"

She comes scurrying over to the table. "What'll it be, ladies?"

"Thank you," Severus replies sarcastically. "We'll have the full platter together, if you will?"

"Sharing it, eh?" She raises a suspicious eyebrow. "It'll be with you in a few minutes." She scoots back off behind the bar.

While waiting for our breakfast, we chat lightly about things that would not cause people to assume anything about us. Five minutes later, Rosmerta returns to our table carrying a huge plate of hashbrowns, pancakes, sausages and fruit salad, along with a large carafe of orange juice.

"Meeting your satisfaction, I hope." She turns on her heel and marches away, as if offended by something.

"Wow, glad we're sharing this," I comment. "I'd explode if I tried to finish it alone."

"Sure does smell good. Dig in." He takes his fork and spears a piece of melon. "Mmm, sweet."

We eat in silence, savoring each bite until the plate is wiped clean and there is but one grape left in the fruit salad bowl. I look at him, he looks at me.

"Want it?" I ask.

"Only if you don't," he responds.

Taking a quick glance around, I notice the bar seems to have emptied out and Rosmerta has gone into the back. I put the grape on my tongue, and say, "Come and get it."

He raises his eyebrows, looks around and seeming satisfied that we're alone, leans forward and kisses me, taking the grape along with him. Mid-enjoyment of said kiss, the woman shrouded in black jumps up from the bar.

"I knew it!" She cries. "I knew about you two! I knew it!"

We break apart at stare at her. She rips off her hood to reveal a stern faced woman, with square glasses and a tight black bun.

Eyes wide with shock, Severus roars, "MINERVA?!"

To be continued…

MWAHAHA! BRILLIANT! I know you think it stunk, but I love it. I love it, I love him. All you need to do to enjoy this story is put yourself in my spot. Guaranteed Snapey satisfaction. You can flame me if you please, though it really has no effect. Flames go to hell. All flames go to hell. So, you can give 'em to me if you want, but they'll go to hell. :P I do believe, however, that a plot may well me evolving in my mind. I've got a few things planned, but (yes, there's a but), if all I get are flames as reviews… well, I'll probably write it anyway, but it'll have mean innuendoes in it directed straight at YOU! Please review, be kind if you want, but if you've got PMS, use me to vent on. Have fun

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