She sneezed, not a cute little sneeze, but one that seemed to echo through the stone chamber.
"Would you please take something for that already!" he snapped as she sniffled.
"I've already taken two Pepper-ups. It'll just have run its course. There's no cure of the common muggle cold."
"There should be. Every blasted winter, sniffling, sneezing, cauldrons exploding."
"That's what happens during the other seasons too," Hermione muttered.
"Besides the point."
"If it bothers you that much, make a cure," she grumbled blowing her nose loudly into a tissue.
"Is that a challenge, Miss Granger?" he asked raising one eyebrow. Hermione snickered.
"Why yes, yes it is, Professor Snape," she replied slipping from the room smirking. Even sick she was beautiful.
"Little minx," he grumbled watching her walk away. He blinked out of his thoughts and summoned several potion books and one on muggle diseases.