A/N: Wow, it's been over a week since this has been updated! Sooooo sorry for that, I've had a lot of hw. But now i don't! Why? Grabs big top hat and gets on the desk and does the robot Cause it's VACATION yeah it's VACATION!
Um.... Sorry you had to see that.

Oh yeah, and in the reviews someone brought to my attention that i misspelled Dumbledore. I knew i did something wrong! I would correct it, but it seems like so much work now, and I already have a terrible migraine, so at least I can mention that I noticed it. It's been so long since I've read HP. I mean, a whole month! Whoa, how did I go on?

Disclaimer: I.don't.own.HP.Yeah.You.Get.The.Point.

Snape opened his eyes warily, and rubbed them with his palms.

Minerva, do you have the time?

He reached over to put a kiss on her lips, but no one was there.

He got up sharply and looked around. Minerva, did you leave already?I'm still here, Severus, she said, appearing in the doorway. She was already dressed in her usual robes, and her hair was neatly pulled back and folded into a tidy bun. A few stray locks of damp hair had fallen into her face, and he assumed she has just showered.

You didn't bother to wake me? he asked.

I tried, she said brushing the strands from her forehead. You were out like a light! But, I don't really blame you. I mean, we were awfully busy last night.

Snape's pale skin turned crimson all over, and McGonagall smiled. She walked over to him, and put a frail hand on his thigh. He shivered with pleasure from her touch.

Then, she pulled away, shaking her head. What are we doing, Severus? We're never going to make it to breakfast in time. It would probably be best if we didn't arrive together. Here, you get dressed and I'll see you in the Great Hall.I love you, he added, as she walked out the door.

I love you, too.

McGonagall left, her aura following her out of the room, leaving Snape with a lonely and desolate feeling in his heart. He hated it, but it was somewhat reassuring. Why? He had no idea. Maybe it was the fact he knew someone actually cared enough about him to make him feel so empty when they were gone.

Snape quickly got dressed, but not too quickly. He wanted plenty of space between his arrival and McGonagall's.

Snape walked into the Great Hall looking very irritated and smug, and suppressing a smile when he saw McGonagall, he sat down at his usual spot. They didn't look at each other once. Minerva was deep in conversation with Dumbledore about who-knows-what, and Snape was trying to ignore Lockhart the best could, but they never interacted.

It went on like that all day, and every day before, and every day after. Just as they agreed, nothing would change in their professional life, and they were very good at keeping it that way.

Finally, the last class was over, and after waiting a few moments, Snape decided to see what McGonagall was up to.

Just as he had hoped, everyone had cleared out, and was heading to their houses before dinner. McGonagall was filing some of the pop quizzes that were handed in late.

You look swamped, he said, approaching her desk and clearing off a space for the papers in her hands.

A little, she replied, her eye twinkling.

Well, I'm pretty certain I could tell you the grades without even looking at the papers. These are your Gryfindors, yes? Potter-B-, Brown-C, Longbottom-F, Granger- D for doing more than she was supposed to.....Severus! I think I'm capable of grading papers on my own. But she did give him a weak smile. So, when is the next Hogsmead trip again?No idea.How responsible of you.You forgot too!Well.... yes, but there's a first time for everything.You're right. There's also a second, third, fourth.....

As they fought playfully with each other, Hermione was approaching the classroom, a whole stack of extra credit spilling from her book bag.

She knocked softly on the door, for fear her Professor was doing something important. No answer. She knocked a little louder, but there was no answer.

Maybe she's not there, or she can't hear me,' she thought. It would be responsible of me to just leave it on her desk.'

She opened the door a crack, but to her suprise, she didn't see the usual oak desk with stacks of paper and a Professor hard at work. Right before her eyes was that same professor, same oak desk, same stack of papers (which were now all over the floor), and she was hard at work, with her arms around Professor Snape, lips locked.

Hermione shut the door quickly, and ran back to her house.