Hermione shivered at the top of the mountain, watching the students ski down the slopes. Introducing winter sports to the Muggle Studies curriculum had been a stroke of genius. Even most of the staff joined in.
Hermione squealed as a hand snaked its way around her waist.
"Silence, Witch, or the dunderheads will notice."
She grinned, turning to meet Professor Snape's lips in a searing kiss. "Why, Professor, I wondered why you'd finally left the dungeons to go skiing," she teased.
Severus smirked. Stealing a kiss was enjoyable enough, but it was the aprѐs-ski with Hermione that really interested him.