A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Writing Club April
Sophie's Shelf: 1. Atlantis Complex - Prompt: (scenario) Being obsessed with someone
Scamander's Case: 11 - (plot point) laughing
Warning: some sexual language
Word Count: 322
Severus raised an eyebrow as a large owl crashed into the wall next to the kitchen window before managing to get inside.
"For you or me?" Hermione asked, barely looking up from her breakfast.
"You."
"Ministry, Minerva, or Ron?"
"The owl crashed into the wall, dear."
"What does that idiot want now?" Hermoine asked, reaching out and taking the letter. The owl pecked her hand a few times before letting her have it. "And where the bloody hell did he get such a foul tempered owl?"
"A shop? Or he caught a wild one believing he could train it?"
"It doesn't matter," Hermione commented, looking over the letter. Her eyes widened.
"What does he want now?"
"He's bought a new racing broom," Hermione replied, trying to keep her face straight. "He's said that if I want I can have a ride on it, and if I want to spend some time with a real man, I'm welcome to come to his flat at any time."
"A real man, what am I then?" Severus asked, rolling his dark eyes. Hermione laughed at the expression.
"How should I know what Ron thinks you are? You were man enough for me last night," Hermione commented, giving Severus a smirk. He returned it.
"Good, I would hate for you to think you need to ride the Weasel's broom to be satisfied," Severus stated, trying not to laugh. Hermione had already started laughing so hard she couldn't breathe.
"Should I write him and tell him exactly where he should stick his new broom?" she asked, starting a coughing fit. Severus handed her a glass of water. She took a sip.
"You are more that welcome to tell him exactly that. You may use my crow if you'd like?"
"The one that thinks anything red is food?"
"Yes, he would most likely think the Weasel's hair is a delicacey," Severus stated, causing Hermione to burst out laughing again.