A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #10 Demonology - Task 4 - Write about someone trying to resist temptation or giving into temptation.

Writing Club December

Press Play: 8 - [animal] Rat

Scamander's Case: 14 - (trope) sharing a bed

Sophie's Shelf: Other prompts - (song) Drunk Again - Reel Big Fish [Bonus]

Winter Funfest

Southern Funfest – Fill a stocking - Yo Yo - Trope: Sharing a bed

Northern Funfest – Build a snowman – top snowball - (trope) Sharing a Bed

Eastern Funfest – Snow Art: Brown - Bed Sharing, Blue - Embarrassed,

Word Count: 815

Hermione stretched, her shoulder making a slight popping noise as she moved. Her head pounded and she rolled over searching the nightstand for the bottle of hang over potion she'd left there the night before. Instead of her potion, her hand hit something she didn't recognize.

She raised her head and looked at the object; a black alarm clock. Her eyes widened. She didn't own an alarm clock, much less one like that. She scrambled to sit up, trying to ignore the spinning of the room. Suddenly she became very aware of the man sleeping next to her. He has his back turned to her and all she could see was his hair and his completely naked back.

"Holy fucking...," she muttered lifting the blankets and realizing she was wearing absolutely nothing. The man next to her stirred slightly.

"Yes, there was some of that last night," he drawled rolling over. Hermione's eyes widened even larger when she found herself staring at the naked chest of Severus Snape.

"We... how... me and you?" Hermione stuttered blinking as Severus rose from the bed, the blankets falling away to reveal his naked, and quite nicely shaped, ass.

"Simple, I was drinking at the bar and you showed up, threw yourself all over me, and managed to convince me you'd secretly loved me since you were thirteen. You also threw up on my cloak, your dress, and then proceeded to vanish my clothing with a very drunken vanishing spell. Here, I believe this is what you are looking for?" he asked handing her a vial filled with a bluish liquid. She recognized it instantly as a hangover potion. She took it, gulped it down and looked back at him.

"I really don't remember any of that, sir," she whispered pulling the blankets over her.

"No need to cover up, Hermione. I saw it all last night. I'm going to take a shower, if you decide to unvanish your dress, and run out of here while I am doing so, I will not blame you," Severus said walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

Hermione stared at the door for a moment. She could leave now, walk away from this drunken one nightstand, but something, maybe it was her heart, was asking why? Why had she picked up Severus Snape at a bar? Why the bloody hell had she confessed her stupid crush on him? And why wasn't she summoning her clothing and walking out the door right now?

She looked around the room. It was nice, with a decent bed, curtains, a dresser. She walked over looking around. She found her dress, picked it up and slid it on. She knew from experience if she'd drunkenly vanished her underthings, she'd never find them. She was extremely good at that spell while drunk.

She left the room and found herself standing in the hallway. The walls were bare, no portraits hung on them, no photos, nothing. She felt a twinge in her chest. How sad, but strangely fitting for the man. She wondered if he was lonely. He must have been if he'd brought her home with him. A few steps more and she found herself in the kitchen.

She could see the front door. It would be easy to just open it, walk out, and apparate herself home. Home. At least that's what she called it. A small flat close to the ministry, so she could walk to work. It was empty right now, save for Crookshanks who came and went as he pleased. She had no one to go home to, which was part of the reason she'd been out getting drunk last night. The other reason was the stupid promotion she'd been passed up for... again. Instead stupid Thinamig got it. He was a bloody git! She turned and almost automatically started making a pot of coffee.

"You're still here," Severus stated walking into the room. Hermione looked over at him. He was now fully dressed in a pair of black slacks and a matching shirt.

"No billowing black robes?" she teased looking around for the coffee mugs.

"We're not at Hogwarts. The mugs are in the cabinet to your left."

"Thank you."

"Why are you even still here, Hermione? Why are you making coffee in my kitchen?"

"Because, drinking coffee with you sure as bloody hell beats drinking coffee by myself while Crookshanks gives me another dead rat. You want cream?"

"No. If you're staying, would you care for some breakfast then? I make a decent omelet."

"Sure, I'd actually like that," she replied taking a seat at the table and sipping her coffee. Severus watched her for a moment. A slight smile crossed his usually sullen face. It might only have been one night, and now breakfast, but for the first time in a long time, he didn't feel completely alone.