A/N: Back again, chapter 2. Well, the first one was one of the shortest chapters I ever wrote, but I know for a fact this one will be long and fluffy. This is where ratings may change, comes into play, lol.

Disclaimer: I don't own HP, blah-blah-blah yadi-yadi-ya... Okay, you get the point. Just wait until i'm actually old enough to drive, and then it will be mine!!!!!!!! MWAH HA! Except I don't actually know what driving has to do with owning HP, but I love the power!

It was about twenty minutes after the Yule Ball ended, and Severus Snape was in his chambers rummaging through his wine cooler. He pulled out a bottle along with two crystal glasses, and magically laid them on a table. He turned around to check the fire. It was still blazing where he had lit it. Then he heard a knock on the thick wooden door.

he asked, an evil grin spreading across his face.

Oh, Severus!PASS-word, please.

The voice on the other side of the door sighed. I've got drinks.Why didn't you say so! He opened the door, which swung slowly and silently on its hinges, and Minerva McGonagall stepped in.

She had changed from her elaborate robes into her normal ones, if not a little more worn, and her long dark hair hung limp and slightly damp around her shoulders and down across her back. He smiled, and twirled a lock, and watched it take it's form again; dead straight, with a slight curl at the end.

You look tired, he said, touching her hand gently. Let's pour you a glass of those drinks you brought.

She smiled deviously. All right. She pulled out a thermos of a dark liquid that looked nothing like the Champaign Snape was hoping for.

He just stared awestruck at the warm beverage. You were expecting something stronger? she said, trying to suppress a laugh.

Well, I have some stuff of my own....Severus, no! she said, grabbing his arm as he began to walk to the wine. You've already had your brandy. Please, don't have any more alcohol.But I hardly had any at all! You know I'm responsi......Please! We've had enough drunken fun for a lifetime!

He smiled at the comment, and returned to her side, wrapping his arms around her tightly. So, what's this? he asked, nodding to the magically heated thermos.

I always forget the name of it, but it's sort of a mix between muggle coffee, chocolate and carmel. It's supposed to be relaxing.Well, I suppose relaxing is what we need, anyway. Shall I get some mugs?

She smiled and nodded. He grabbed two emerald green mugs and poured the smooth liquid into them. He handed her one gently.

Thank you, she said, grasping the mug around the middle with both hands. Snape grabbed the other mug, and settled himself on a chair in front of the fire. She walked over and sprawled herself out on his lap, letting her legs dangle gently off the right arm of the chair.

Snape smiled as he pulled her closer to his body. He took a sip of the drink, and automatically felt warm everywhere. His eyes closed as he let the mug slip from his fingers and levitate over to his large oak table.

Mmmm.... Minerva, he whispered in her ear.

Why are we just sitting here?

A grin spread on her lips, but Snape didn't notice. He just sat with his eyes closed, waiting for a reply. She quickly sat down her mug, and leaned closer. So close, her slightly parted lips were just inches away from his.

And what do you suppose we do? she asked. Her warm breath made him aware of her close presence, and he pulled her in for a kiss. Her mouth went deep into his, and she molded herself to the younger professor like hot wax. Her hand was trembling slightly as she ran her hand down his back. His long elegant potion-master fingers gently ran through her long dark hair, brushing away the small strands that caressed her face. She pulled away for a second to breathe, but brought her mouth back one last time for the sweet taste of affection.

She laid her head softly on his shoulder, and bundled herself up in the cloth from his robes.

Remind me again why we don't do this every night? he said, putting his head on hers.

she said, with a tone that almost sounded like she was trying to suppress something somber. I'm just not sure it would be good for other people in this school to know about our relationship. We need to keep it strictly low-key. And I assure you, Severus, sex every night is not low-key.I suppose it would be a bit distracting to see a head from two rival houses in love. But you'd think Dumbledoor would understand.

Minerva sighed. I know he would. But it's just... I was your teacher, Severus. I'm nearly seventy years old, and you being only thirty-six.... It's not very common, I suppose.Whoever said we were known to do anything common? he said, kissing her forehead. But they didn't speak another word about it.

Minerva shivered, and pulled her robes tight around herself.

A bit.Let's warm you up then. I know the dungeon gets a bit chilly.

He let his fingers slip over to the buttons on her robe.

Severus, clothing is what keeps you warm, she laughed, putting her hand on his.

Yes, but if you have your clothes on, how are we going to have any fun?Very true. She smiled and helped him undo her buttons until her robe slid down to her waist, and she pulled it off the rest of the way. As she let her wand fold up her robes onto the top of his dresser, he undressed and rushed to her side. His arms winded around his beloved partner, and she laughed with joy as he lifted her and dragged her into bed.

You ass, she said between laughter. He pinned her down and kissed her neck.

I am an ass, he replied. But at least I'm a good kisser.

He planted a kiss on giggling mouth, silencing her, and leaving her speechless as he let go.

You are a good kisser, she agreed. But then again, I knew that.

He pulled the blankets over both their frigid bodied, and began kissing her again, letting his lips slid down her neck to her breasts. The kiss was slow and soft, and while he kissed her, he slid his strong hands up and down her arms.

She was breathing heavily with joy, but her breath was caught short as a burst of pleasure shot through her veins, making her numb everywhere, but vulnerable to his touch. She sunk into the deepest sense of happiness as she became aware of the slow movement of Snape's manhood.

She touched his chest, and felt it heaving against her body. She felt so frail to him, and he so strong to her. All the muscles were just as she remembered from the month before. She could feel the beads of sweat on her face causing her long hair to stick to her face. The whole taste in her mouth was sweet and salty, and when he kissed her again, it got even sweeter. After the first few moments, everything got hazy and natural for the both of them. It only seemed to last a single second, when it really lasted way longer. It was obvious they were unaware of time, because soon it was 2 am, and they were fast asleep, curled up in each other's arms.