"Harry, quick! You have to see this!"
Harry put down the dishcloth and wiped his sudsy hands on his jeans. Ginny gestured frantically towards the door into the living room. Severus Snape was burrowed into a large armchair. Snuggled into his side, with barely enough room, was Hermione. Glasses of port dangled precariously from both their hands as they murmured softly.
Harry flicked his wand and the lights dimmed as several candles flared to life. Another flick, and a violin concerto played. He sniggered, then stopped abruptly. Harry went pale.
"Merlin's pants! I've just set the mood for Severus Snape!"