Firewhiskey and Conversation
V – Really?
Hermione's heart stopped and she stepped back.
"Severus, you're drunk. You wouldn't say that if you weren't."
He lurched over to the table and poured another drink.
"Of course not. I'd be much too afraid too." Gulp. "Figure you'd reject me anyway." Gulp. "Broken down old ex-Death Eater, you deserve better." Gulp.
"Stop this now. Self-pity doesn't become you. If you weren't drunk right now, I'd kiss you, dunderhead." She took the glass out of his hand.
"Really?"
"Yes. Now let's get you to bed."
"Can't keep your hands off me."
She laughed, and he leaned down to kiss her.