Another holiday one-shot...
The Weasley Christmas party at the Burrow was never dull.
Molly tried her best to keep the booze out of the house during festivities like this, but someone (usually the twins or Sirius) always found a way to sneak it in and it usually made its way into the punch.
Severus was minding his own business when a witch tumbled her way into his lap. He grabbed her around the waist to keep her from falling off as she slung an arm around his neck, all the while giggling.
"May I help you?" he asked.
Hermione simply smiled at him. "I love you."
Severus snorted. "You're drunk."
"I'm not that drunk," she defended. "I've said that to you completely sober before, too."
Snape raised an eyebrow, looking at her disbelievingly "Not in a room filled with people who are not yet privy to our predicament. And you just collapsed into my lap and about fell to the floor," he said.
"I knew you wouldn't let me fall," Hermione giggled.
Severus just shook his head at her.
"Kiss me?" she asked.
Severus gave a short laugh. "And start a riot in here? No, thank you."
Black, of course, knew from their encounter the week before and Potter learned of their predicament due to an unfortunate incident in their legilimency lessons, but he was positive the youngest Weasley boy would blow his carrot top when he found out that the girl he fancied was quite utterly and completely taken.
Hermione frowned. "I'm of age." She leaned her forehead against his and brought her hands to his face. "I want everyone to know you're mine," she whispered.
Severus took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose. He found it was increasingly difficult to deny her anything.
He brought his mouth close to her ear. "I am yours. Whether you make a scene here or not, I am always yours," he whispered back.
"We're practically engaged anyways," she said matter-of-factly.
"Are we?" Severus raised an eyebrow. "I haven't asked you yet."
"What if I wanted to ask you?" Hermione challenged.
"Be my guest," Severus said, quirking a challenging eyebrow.
She gave him a sheepish smile, getting caught in her bluff. "I want you to ask."
"Good. Because I have something for you."
He used one hand to reach into his pocket while the other was still holding on to Hermione's waist.
"This was my mother's. Not the ring my father gave her, but her mother's. My grandmother. Tobias was an awful piece of shit but the Prince's were dignified."
"My Half-Blood Prince," she giggled.
He groaned. "I really do hate that pretentious title."
"I think it's charming," she said moving her hands up his neck.
"You are in the minority in that respect," he said wrapping his fingers around her slim wrists.
"Kiss me?" she asked again.
Severus allowed a brief smile. "We've already caused a scene, it would seem."
"So what's the harm?"
"Oh probably a great deal, but who bloody cares anymore?" he conceded.
He crashed his lips to hers, ignoring the sound of glass shattering the background.
Happy Holidays, everyone!