THE MUNCHIES
A huge pair of eyes, flanked by even larger ears, peered into the closet.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKK, " screamed Dobby at the sight of the tall man, ready to strike. "Professor Snape, Professor Snape, please don't be striking Dobby dead, sir. Dobby is a good house elf, serves the Potters well, sir. Harry Potter would be most distressed if something happened to Dobby,"
Hermione snatched the wand right out of Severus' hand. Severus turned wide eyes to Hermione before looking pointedly at his now empty hand. She giggled at the look on his face; then covered her mouth with her hand, trying to muffle the sound of her laughter.
Dobby threw himself into her arms, knocking her to the floor. "Miss Hermione, Miss Hermione. Thank you so much, Miss. The Potions Master, he would have fried Dobby for sure, Miss. Dobby did nothing wrong."
Hermione struggled to free herself of the bouncing House Elf. "Hold on, Dobby. What are you doing here?"
"Harry Potter gave Dobby leave to visit with Winky for the Holidays, he surely did. Winky and Dobby was sitting in the kitchens when Peeves, he comes flying through, singing a song about the teachers being locked in the potions closet. Well, Miss Hermione, Winky and Dobby, we got the Bloody Baron, we did Miss."
He stopped to take a breath before rushing on, "Then, Peeves, he told us what he did, Miss. Winky and I were most distressed. I rushed right down here, I did and turned on the fan. Then the Potions Master, he's going to fry Dobby. He is, Miss, He is. Dobby is most grateful to Miss Hermione, most grateful indeed."
"Ok, Dobby, we get the picture. I can assure you that I will most assuredly NOT incinerate you, unless..." Severus paused for effect, " You don't get off of Professor Granger this instant."
With a squeak, the house elf was up and out the door. Severus extended his hand to Hermione. She reached up to allow him to help her to her feet. But instead of pulling her up, he just stared at her for a moment. Then he said, with a smirk, "My wand, please."
Hermione tried to hide her smile again, and placed his wand in his hand. Severus slipped the wand up his sleeve and extended his hand again. This time, when she took it, he pulled her to her feet.
Hermione swayed a little at the change in position and placed her hand on his chest to steady herself. She looked up into his dark eyes, "I won't look at his mouth, I won't look at his mouth, I won't look at his mouth. Oh, shit." She looked at his very sensuous lips and back up at his eyes quickly.
She saw him incline his head a bit, as he looked at her mouth as well. He leaned in slowly…
Severus realized what he was about to do and stopped immediately. He jerked his head back and his hand out of hers. He observed the hurt in her eyes, but knew it couldn't be helped. They were both feeling the very euphoric effects of the fumes and he would not take advantage of her in this condition.
Besides, there was a feeling gripping him and it wasn't even remotely sexual.
"Hermione, are you hungry?? I mean for food, are you hungry. I'm really hungry. Want to go find something to eat???"
A short time later, the two Professors were stretched out on the floor before the fireplace in the Great Hall. Scattered around them were the remains of the meal Hermione had requested from the house elves. She had introduced Severus to the best junk food the Muggle world had to offer: potato chips, french onion dip, pizza, Spaghetti O's (with franks), and Rocky Road ice cream.
Severus lay on his back, an arm thrown back pillowing his head, watching the blizzard roar on the ceiling above. Hermione lay beside him on her stomach, head propped in her hands, staring into the fire.
"Severus?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Mmmmmhmmmmm?"
"I think the fumes are wearing off." She sat up and looked down at the man beside her. "Do you feel it?"
He looked up at her and reached to push an errant curl from her cheek. He entangled his fingers through her hair and pulled her to him. When their lips were just about to meet, he stopped and pulled his head back. Looking deeply into her eyes, he whispered, "Oh yes, I feel it." He finished pulling her head down and took her mouth in his.
She felt his tongue slipping across her lips, asking for entrance. She granted him that access and asked the same of him. His arms came around her and drew him down on top of her. She moaned as her breasts were crushed against his body. At that slight sound, he rolled them, and drug his mouth away from her.
He looked down at her, breathing heavily. "Come on," he whispered and jumped to his feet, "There's something I want to show you."