-=Ms. Rowling, Rocks the Casbah!=-
A/N: Double drabble for you, I have a wonderful case of the plot bunnies (they're breeding).
Cheap Thrills
Steamy Brew
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The Troublemaker's stone sat invitingly on Snape's desk. "Professor, may I have that back?"
"Ms. Granger, begin the elixir or we'll be here all night." Smirking. "Unless you enjoy my company so much that you can't think of anything better to do," he quipped.
Single-mindedly she set to work, exact and efficient
Coming to the three-quarter mark, "Sir, about the stone; I haven't finished documenting all of its properties."
"Care to hold the it and repeat that?" He hissed silkily. On the pretense of inspecting her work, he approached. "No? Gryffindor courage fail you tonight?"
Angrily rounding on him, she nearly knocked him over. His forefinger brushed her breast. Titan's gaze froze her. "I...uhm."
"I had my doubts whether or not you should undertake such a large task." His tone was baiting, soft and slow. "Can't move a centimeter without bumping and jostling into ev-e-ry-thing in sight."
She knew she had been rumbled. No matter. "I take exception to that Sir. You startled me." Returning to her work, stiring.
Leaning close to her. "Did I? Ms. Granger, it's late. I desire nothing so much as getting to bed."
To bed or to sleep, Mmm?