Hermione woke up feeling like she'd been trampled by a gang of angry giants.
Her head was pounding and the taste in her mouth was more disgusting than she could begin to describe.
Hermione swung her feet over the side of the bed. She didn't remember getting into bed, actually she didn't remember anything after her second shot of firewhiskey last night.
Hermione stood up on wobbly knees, she couldn't seem to form coherent thoughts at the moment.
One thing she did know whas that she needed the toilet, bad.
Hermione stumbled out of her room and proceeded to make her way to the bathroom only stumbling every other step.
After finishing an impromptu shower Hermione decided was necessary after getting a whiff of herself, she made her way to the living room where she assumed Snape would be.
After reaching the couch Hermione looked around and noticed he wasn't there.
By the look of the light filtering through the window across from her it must already be past noon, where was he? Asleep maybe?
Hermione's stomach gave a nasty rumble and she cursed herself, Snape and the ministry for the fact that she couldn't simply nip down to the kitchens without Snape in tow.
Hermione worked up her courage rose to her feet and walked over to Snape's door.
She knocked softly at first, but as seconds turned into minutes, Hermione's knocks got louder.
"Snape, wake up!" Hermione yelled at the thick mahogany door. "I'm hungry and I can't leave without you, so please get out here."
Hermione finished yelling and stood tapping her foot starring at the door.
Finally the door swung open to reveal a dressed Snape who brushed passed Hermione without so much as a look.
He opened the door for her then flew past her, walking quickly and paying Hermione absolutely no heed.
Hermione didn't know what his problem was, and she was honestly still too hung over to give it much thought. If he was angry at her she was at least happy he was ignoring her and not yelling at her.
They entered the kitchens and were met with a fairly disgruntled elf who informed them that lunch had just ended and that it would take a moment to prepare something fresh.
Hermione simply nodded her head and walked over to lean against the wall facing the massive kitchen.
Snape eventually followed, still holding his silence and staring straight ahead as though something important was etched into the wall opposite.
Hermione was looking at him trying to figure out what was wrong when an idea struck her.
"Did I do something last night that has brought on this bout of silent treatment?" Hermione watched his face and saw a nerve near his right eye twitch just slightly.
He continued to stay silent.
Hermione turned her head to stare at the opposite wall.
"Well I'm sorry if I did. I'm a bit of a lightweight and drank a little too much last night."
He turned and looked at her then.
"What do you remember of last night?" He asked the question in a tone completely devoid of emotions, which is what put Hermione on edge.
"I remember drinking firewhiskey, then its a black void really," Hermione sighed then looked back at him. "What did I do?"
Snape shook his head and clenched his jaw for a moment. Hermione was still and didn't know if he was going to answer her or not.
"Nothing much, you sang a couple songs then I dragged you back here where you passed out on your bed." He was staring straight ahead as he spoke and Hermione wasn't sure if he was telling her the whole truth or not.
"Sorry again, I'm sure the singing was terrible," Hermione sighed.
They stood silent for a moment, then another thought struck Hermione.
"Oh God were Harry and Ron there for the singing?" Hermione looked up at Snape and wanted so badly for him to tell her no.
"Yes they were, Weasley's fiancé found you quite funny actually," Snape seemed only too happy to deliver this blow.
Hermione doubled over and groaned.
"I'll never hear the end of this, if they speak to me again." Hermione whispered as she tried to keep hot tears from spilling.
She was mortified, she'd embarrassed herself so thoroughly and on the first meeting with Ron since the break up.
Hermione straightened back up as an elf brought them their food. Sandwiches, again Hermione couldn't complain, they were being an inconvenience, but she was getting truly sick of eating sandwiches.
Snape took the food and swished back out the door, Hermione followed still too consumed in her thoughts of what had happened last night to pay much attention to anything else.
When they made it back to their rooms, Hermione made to go straight back into her room, have a good cry and vow to never touch alcohol again.
"You aren't eating?" Snape snarled at her from the couch where he'd sat down and begun eating. "I was rudely disturbed by you who seemed ravenous, or was that a joke of some sort?" He seemed rather angry with her and she was still hungry so she quietly bowed her head and went to sit across from him.
She had half her sandwich gone and stared at the other half still deep in thought.
Snape had finished eating and had grabbed a book he'd started the other day off the coffee table.
Hermione set the uneaten half back down on the plate and stared at Snape as he read. She could tell he was aware of her gaze, but he seemed determined to ignore her.
"I didn't just sing horribly, did I?" Hermione watched Snape's face closely for any sign that she was right.
"I don't know what your insinuating, it isn't really my fault that you drank until your memory failed." Snape set down his book and turned his full stare on her. She squirmed a little feeling a lot like she had when he'd been her professor.
"That didn't answer my question," Hermione gulped waiting for his full wrath to fly at her.
He didn't start berating her and yelling though, instead he calmly stood and walked to his door. He turned to look at her.
"You won't want to know what else you did, and I am not going to be the one to tell you." With that he turned and slammed the door behind him, leaving Hermione alone with her half eaten sandwich.
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A week passed in which Snape spoke not a word to Hermione, and Hermione sulked endlessly.
Sunday morning Hermione woke to the sound of knocking on her door.
Hermione stumbled to the door and cracked it open to see who was there.
Snape's black eyes stared back at her.
"Minerva wants to see you in her office," His voice was crisp and Hermione could only nod as her mind worked furiously to think of why Minerva would want to see her.
"Give me a second I'll be out." Hermione closed the door and began to throw on jeans and a shirt grabbing shoes and trying to tame her hair.
Hermione emerged looking a little less sleep rumpled and followed Snape out the door.
They entered Minerva's office and the headmistress asked if Snape would wait outside.
He turned around instantly and Hermione was alone with Minerva.
"I heard something rather disturbing from Hagrid a few days ago, I did not know if I should confront you about it but have decided it is best to." Minerva had motioned for Hermione to take the seat across from her at her desk.
Hermione sat and looked at Minerva, a crease of confusion between her brows.
"He said that the evening when Potter was here he saw you and Snape down by the lake," Minerva paused and coughed a little. "He said that the two of you were engaging in inappropriate behavior," Minerva seemed embarrassed and Hermione could feel her stomach drop to her sloppily tied shoes.
"What behavior?" Hermione heard the note of hysteria in her voice but couldn't stop it.
"Hagrid said that the two of you were...kissing," Minerva seemed extremely uncomfortable even saying the word.
Hermione stared at Minerva for a moment stunned. Hagrid had seen Hermione and Snape kissing by the lake, while she was drunk.
Hermione kept trying to search the void of her memory for anything that could shed light on how in Merlin's name that could have happened.
"What? How? Is he sure he saw correctly?" Hermione couldn't seem to believe that this wasn't some sort of falsehood, but why would Hagrid lie about something like that? He wouldn't and Hermione knew it but she just still couldn't digest the fact that she'd kissed Snape, drunk or not.
Minerva simply nodded her head and looked at Hermione with a piercing gaze.
"You don't recall this happening?" Minerva seemed a little less upset now that she knew Hermione wasn't snogging Snape on a regular basis, like she'd apparently thought was happening.
"No! I don't remember anything about that night. I asked Snape what happened and he's said I was singing," Hermione stood up suddenly enraged. "That bastard! He wasn't going to tell me!"
Hermione ran to the door, turning around Hermione looked back at Minerva.
"Excuse me Headmistress, I have something I need to go take care of." Minerva looked like she wanted to stop her but thought it better to not interfere.
Hermione crashed out into the hallway startling Snape momentarily. She took off down the hall determined not to have this fight where prying eyes might see.
Snape followed clearly confused.
Hermione reached there rooms and burst through the door.
The minute Snape was inside and the door shut she whirled facing him.
"You weren't going to tell me!" She screeched. Hermione poked a finger at him and waited for his defense.
"I don't know what your talking about, were you nipping into the firewhiskey again?" Snape shot back sarcastically fueling her anger. "If you were I'd like to know so I can knock myself unconscious before you start to sing again."
Hermione's face flushed red and her hands balled into tight fists.
"How dare you? How dare you make jokes when you lied to me!" Hermione took an angry step towards him.
"When did I lie exactly?" He seemed so cool and calm it only served to enrage Hermione more she was ready to hit the bastard.
"You didn't tell me we kissed! I count that as something I should be told about!" Hermione yelled.
Snape;s face twisted and he sneered at her his yellow teeth coming into view.
"You kissed me. I was merely a victim of your drunken antics. I did not tell you because I frankly do not care." Snape continued to glare his arms now crossed over his chest.
"You should have told me. I shouldn't have to wait for McGonagall to tell me, that was low even for you." With that Hermione turned and ran to her room slamming the door and casting several silencing charms on her door.
When the final charm was in place Hermione sank onto her bed and let the tears fall. She didn't know what to think and had so many emotions running through her.
She was sure that Snape would never speak to her again and that she wasn't sure she wanted him to.
Oh how she wished she could go back and do that night over.
Hermione hugged her pillow to her chest and let sobs rip through her, her brain frozen and her heart aching. She let herself be taken over by her tears and didn't think anything for a good while.