He cringed in pain.
She thought he was cringing at the sight of her.
So, naturally, her hackles came up.
"Oh, great, of all the people to be stuck to the ground with, it's the bat of the dungeons. Aren't you usually hanging from the roof of your classroom at this time of day, Snape?" She sneered.
Fighting, reluctantly, side by side in the war had led them to becoming less than equals. She refused to refer to him by anything but his last name, and he the same.
He was on top of her, one knee to the ground, both elbows down, beside her arms. He was holding himself up on his elbows and his knee in an attempt not to crush her.
And, of course, not to press his hard-on into her.
That would be embarrassing.
Because, as most people who hate each other, these two in fact found each other to be quite attractive.
But they had a reputation to keep, of course!
But as Snape fell, nose to nose with Hermione Granger, who looked at him with her deep chocolate brown eyes, with her breath panting against his lips, he felt all the blood rush to his nether regions.
Which he was mildly distracted from as his knee twinged in pain.
He wasn't a thin man, he was quite muscley in fact. And muscle weighs a lot. And to have all that weight on only his elbows and his knee.
He went to move off her, then, after about 15 seconds of staring at her.
That was when he realised he couldn't move.
Which then sparked his interest as to why Granger was lying on the floor.
"Care to enlighten me as to how I am apparently attached to the floor?" He asked her.
"Don't ask me, Peeves has something to do with it.. Remember? He was singing something about a brew. I thought even someone as dense as you would have noticed that." She rolled her eyes and looked away. Which wasn't particularly far, as she couldn't move her head. So, instead, she closed her eyes tightly.
Now, to Snape, she was doing this because of her obvious repulsion to his close proximity. Rarely a female didn't heave up her breakfast at being this close to him.
He admired her for not passing out from nausea.
But Hermione was actually closing her eyes to stop the part of her brain that was absolutely SCREAMING at her that his outer thigh was touching her inner thigh.
She thought herself pathetic, stupid, silly and utterly moronic to be burning between her thighs at a mere accidental touch.
What was she, a 16 year old boy?
She made a disgusted sound. How stupid could someone be?
'Ah, so she's getting there now.' Snape thought. 'First the sounds, then the heaving, then the vomiting.'
Snape hissed in pain as his leg started twinging again.
"What's wrong? Are you ok?" She asked. He opened his eyes and looked at her.
'What does she care?' He thought.
'What do you care?' He said. Not being one to keep a nasty thought to himself.
She glared at him.
"Well, I don't want you to have a heart attack and DIE on top of me. I mightn't ever be found if you cover me with that huge cloak of yours. You might crush me to death if your whole body is pressed against mine.." She blushed at this. 'Not pressed against!' Her brain cringed painfully.
He frowned at her and explained his problem with his knee.
"Do you have your wand, Snape?" She asked.
"Of course I do, you silly girl. Since when would I go anywhere without it?" He scoffed at her.
"Well then, where is it?" She used her forearms that were free to pat the sides of his teaching robes to see if she could feel it.
Having her hands moving over his hips and waist made his brain stop working. He tipped his head down and ordered his brain to remember where he put his wand. He resisted the urge to just press himself down on her. Where would she go? Worst would happen is she'd find his wand and hex his bits off. Would probably help.. Except his wand was in his...
"Sleeve!" He said. "It's in my sleeve, in the pocket there." He moved his arm inside his robe for a moment before realising he couldn't reach it.
Hermione held up a white piece of cloth.
"I found a hanky. If I put it in your mouth and you can manoeuvre it to be flat on the ground beside my head, you can lie down if you like... I was only joking about crushing me, I'm sure you're quite light." She half smiled at him, then stopped herself.
They managed to get the handkerchief positioned enough so that none of his hair or head would touch the ground, he would just have to have his other knee stuck to the ground.
He tried to think very unsexy thoughts as he lay down on her.
"Try to put your weight onto my pelvis more." She said, slightly breathlessly. "I can handle your weight there."
'Ah, but can you handle my cock stabbing into you..' The voice inside his head, which had gotten slightly dirtier as she'd spoken in that breathless voice, spoke to her.
"Yes, that's good." Was that a moan? Oh Merlin, he was hallucinating.