Wow, thanks for all of the reviews guys! This was supposed to be a one time deal, but since I've gotten so many reviews, I'll try and continue it. This is Sevvy's POV. More is coming. REVIEW PLEASE!

I don't own anything associated with HP.

A bungled scowl, snide, and sweep.

Severus had slept very well. In fact, It was probably the best sleep he had had in a year if you don't could the use of sleeping potions.

He wasn't exactly sure who was wrapped in his arms, but she was warm, and comforting, and he didn't want to ruin it by finding some new breed of coyote ugly when he opened his eyes.

Therefore, he was content in laying there pretending to sleep.

She shifted, signaling that she had woken up. He partly hoped she would go back to sleep as he didn't want to be deprived of the comfort just yet.

He also partly hoped that she would get the hell so that he wouldn't have to face another woman that he didn't, and had no intention of, getting to know.

Then, he felt her reach towards his face.

Oh Merlin, it's one of those ones. Wanting to be all cuddly the next day as if we were in a relationship. Bugger, how am I to get out of this one-

His thoughts were cut short as a yelp was issued from his bed partner. Severus threw his eyes open. Surely I can't be that horrid to wake up to…

It took a split second for him to realize who the owner of the shriek was. However, alas, he registered that the horrified face looking at him was that of one Hermione Granger, incessant know-it-all, and the most prized student turned most prized Transfiguration apprentice that Hogwarts had ever seen.

His face quickly mirrored her own, and she began stammering some incoherent drabble.

Severus, seeing that they would be there indefinitely if he didn't help her along, finished her question.

It was enough to get Hermione speaking English again, and they soon concluded that they were in Grimmald Place, and had thankfully NOT slept together. Well, not in the coital fashion anyway.

So, the only thing left to do was get out as quickly and quietly as possible without raising an ounce of attention to themselves. Severus had gotten a lot of practice due to his years as a Death Eater/ Slave of Dumbledore.

The two had almost attained freedom when they walked in on almost every conceivable dullard in the galaxy eating in the kitchen.

One of the bastard offspring of Molly Weasley opened his mouth, saying something to the tone of, "Oi! Look at the lovebirds, finally up from their sleep!"

Severus, from years of observing people, and distilling fear into the hearts impressionable young minds could tell that the present Carbon Copy that had decided to speak was merely trying to get a rise out of someone.

Snape decided that a scowl and a snide remark towards the Weasley would be enough to let him sweep away without anyone suspecting the horror and embarrassment he was still feeling from the minutes before.

As he had already gotten the scowl down, the snide remark was next. Severus opened his mouth to make a threat of some sort when Hermione beat him to it.

"George, do you really think we'd do anything?"

Why is she talking? She is not about to do what I think she's about to do.

"The two of us just got severely pissed and ended up passed out in the same bed, that's all."

For the love of God, Granger, stop talking. Please stop talking. Why hasn't she noticed that no one has the slightest idea of what she's talking about? She couldn't possibly be dense enough to keep on talking…

"It's just a coincidence that we ended up in that –er suggestive position."

Yes, she can be dense enough to keep talking. Oh, looks like it's dawned on her that something isn't quite right.

Seeing that Hermione had finally realized that she had made a rather big booboo, Severus began to prepare himself for the volcano that was about to erupt in the room.

He saw that Potter's favorite Weasley was a violent shade of scarlet, and about to start steaming from the ears. Molly didn't look much better, and the Carbon Copies were following suit. Potter didn't look much better.

Snape wished that he had not been suckered into attending the Christmas party in the first place, and made a mental note to wring Dumbledore's neck the second he got back to the castle.

"You slept with Snape?"

Ah, so the young Mr. Weasley is barely registering the conversation.

"What do you mean, suggestive position?"

There you go, now you're current with the conversation.

Severus glanced at Hermione, who looked as if she was about to vomit, or keel over, or both.

I guess it's my duty to salvage the situation yet again…