Two people groaned as they woke the next morning.

"How much of that infernal drink did we consume?" Snape asked thickly.

"Enough to make you pin me to the wall and snog me…in front of the rest of the staff."

He turned his head carefully and blearily looked at the woman in bed with him.

"Did anyone notice?"

"I'm not sure," Hermione admitted. "I was a bit preoccupied."

"Do you remember how we ended up back in my chambers?"

"No," she said, then grinned wickedly. "But I remember everything that happened once we got here."

He smirked. "Merry Christmas, Hermione."

Happy Chrismahanukwanzika! This charming story was co-authored by Rickmanlover24601; we each wrote two chapters. We're currently working on a few other collaborative ventures, so in the future we will be posting them under a jointly held account here: The Beauty and the Tragedy. This story will also be posted there but unfortunately there is a two day wait period for new accounts. However, feel free to leave a review here or on Rickmanlover24601's account, as we harass each other frequently!

To echo her sentiments, may you all wake up and find Severus in your beds. Remember...Santa likes naughty girls!