A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club January

Amber's Attic: 9 - Frigg: Write about a happily married couple.

Lyric Alley: 14 - I want a perfect body

Bingo – B1 – Severus Snape

Word Count: 658

The crash of glass brought her running down the hall. She stopped at the door to his lab.

"Are you alright?" she asked knocking. She hated how he worked with the door closed. He claimed it was to help prevent interruptions. She was always worried something would happen to him and she'd be too late to reach him.

"I am fine," came his muffled voice from inside the lab. Hermione blinked. He sounded alright at least.

"Do you need any help cleaning up whatever broke?" she asked leaning against the wall next to the door. She knew he would never say he needed help, but she always asked anyway.

"No. I am quite capable of cleaning up the mess myself," was his response. She shrugged. She really hadn't expected him to accept help this time, he never had before. She waited a moment to see if he said anything else. When he remained silent, she figured he'd taken care of everything.

"I'm going to head back to the library then,"she called. She was met with silence which meant he was back to working. Shaking her head she made her way back to their library. It had grown from his extensive one and her mildly impressive one into something that took over nearly half the first floor.

There were still several stacks of books that had yet to make their way onto any of their selves. Hermione knew they were going to need to both buy new shelves and probably start yet another room for the library. She slid into her usual chair and picked up the book she'd dropped on the floor when she'd heard the crash.

She had finished a chapter and then another before realizing she hadn't heard a sound from Severus' lab. Normally there was at least some cursing or a cry of triumph when he figured out something. Frowning, she placed a bookmark to hold her spot and headed back down to his lab. The door was still closed. She didn't think he'd opened it since she'd been down there earlier.

"Severus? It's been too quiet, are you alright?"

"Fine," came a muffled reply. She blinked at his voice. Something about it didn't sound quite right. With a sigh, she put her hand on the doorknob and turned. Thankfully, it was unlocked this time.

"I'm coming in," she announced before opening the door. She stepped into the lab and nearly gasped. Standing at the work table, wearing the usual black work robes was Severus. Well, she hoped it was Severus and some insane woman hadn't managed to break into their home.

"Do I even want to ask?" she asked looking at the woman.

"No," she growled. "I will find a way to reverse the potion."

"And what were you trying to create when you apparently made yourself into a woman?" Hermione asked trying to keep herself from smirking. Yes, she found Severus quite handsome as a man, but she couldn't help but feel attracted to the woman standing before her.

"Nothing, I was trying to create nothing. I was merely experimenting with the probablities of how certain potions would interact. There is some new research on the subject of South African flowers I wanted to investigate. I did not, however, see this complication," Severus stated, suddenly aware Hermione was staring quite intently and had come much closer. "Yes, Hermione?"

"Kiss me."

"No."

"Aww, why not?"

"Because it would be...," Severus paused looking for the correct word.

"Are you still attracted to me?"

"Yes, but," she stated to say. Hermione glared and pressed her lips against Severus'. The room seemed stop for a moment. Slowly Hermione broke the kiss and started at Severus.

"Well?"

"I believe my research as to how to reverse this particular side affect could wait until a little later today, if you'd prefer," Severus whispered in Hermione's ear. She giggled and nodded taking Severus' hand and leading her to their bedroom.