Firewhiskey and Conversation
VI – Poison or Potion?
He missed her lips and kissed her nose. She laughed again, kissed his nose back, then pulled him to his bedroom.
"Lay down, I'm going to brew Sober-up potion."
"Nonsense, I am the Potions Master here."
"Don't make me hex you."
"As you wish, m'lady." He sprawled on his bed.
She sighed as she Flooed Poppy for Sober-up potion.
"Poppy?"
"Yes, dear."
"Do you have Sober-up potion on hand?"
"Yes… Why?"
"Tell you later."
"You'd better!"
Potion in hand, she returned to Severus' room and shook him awake.
"Drink this."
"Poison?"
"No, Sober-up."
"I'm not drunk."
"You're a terrible liar."