Disclaimer: Severus, Hermione, and any other character you recognize from the books are the sole property of Ms. Rowling. Everything else, plot, original characters, etc. belong to me. No disrespect is intended with the writing of this piece. This was done purely for my own enjoyment, and hopefully yours. Enjoy!

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Sunlight...oh, why did the sun insist on being so bloody bright?

Hermione groaned loudly, pulling a pillow up over her face to block the rays streaming in through her open window.

~What, in the name of all that is holy, made me drink so much last night?~

She was acutely aware of the pounding behind her eyes and the rolling, sinking sensation in her stomach. She groaned once more, then rolled gracelessly off of the bed, landing on all fours on the soft rug. She crawled slowly to the bathroom and, with all the strength she could muster, gripped the edge of the sink and pulled herself to a standing position.

"Holy shit," she whispered, eyes widening at the reflection staring back from the mirror. Her skin had a sickly yellow tinge to it and her hair, sleek and smooth the night before, was standing haphazardly all over her head in a veritable rat's nest of tangles.

~Last night? What happened last night?~

A splash of cold water, a hangover relief potion and a quick once-over with a hairbrush later, Hermione was ready to find out just what happened last night. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight awaiting her in the bedroom.

She padded slowly into the bedroom, looked up at the bed, and stopped dead in her tracks. Lying spread-eagle on top of the tangled sheets was a very naked Professor Severus Snape.

Oh. Holy. Fuck.

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She backed slowly into the bathroom and pulled the door shut, one hand planted firmly to her mouth the entire time.

~Oh my God...what is he doing here? Why is he naked? Oh no...oh bloody shit!~

She peeked out the door, caught a glimpse of naked thigh, and shut it firmly again. She sank slowly to the floor and pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her chin lightly on her knees. She closed her eyes and thought, trying like hell to remember the events of the night before. Nothing. Not even an inkling of a memory came to mind. Tears of frustration began to gather behind her closed lids before it came to her. Her eyes snapped open.

~Of course! The "Remembrance" Spell!~

She jumped to her feet and slowly, quietly exited the bathroom. She tiptoed over to the nightstand, snatched her wand up, then slowly tiptoed back toward the bathroom. Something stopped her hand at the door - a nagging curiosity to know what exactly graced her bed at the moment. She turned around and took a few steps closer to the bed.

"Wow," she whispered, her eyes widening at the man before her.

One arm was thrown up over his head of long, shining black hair spread wildly over the pillow beneath him. His eyes were moving rapidly beneath closed lids, signaling to Hermione that he was in the midst of dreaming. His lips were parted just slightly, rosy and pink in the morning sunlight, and the faint shadow of stubble was just beginning to show on his strong jaw. The other arm, long, lean, and taught with wiry muscle was curled up over his chest, fingers splayed over the slight dusting of fine black hairs over his heart. From what could be seen of his torso, Hermione gathered that he was lean, but with a wiry build like that of one who is running or moving about quickly all the time. She consciously slid her eyes past the one area she was most curious about and moved on to his legs. Long, finely sculpted and well-muscled, they were covered in the same slight dusting of fine black hairs, one curled up so that the finely-arched foot rested just below the knee of the other. She bit her lip in frustration, glanced back at the bathroom, then made her decision. She turned back to the bed and let her eyes find what she was looking for. A slow grin and a rosy blush invaded her cheeks.

"Not bad," she whispered, grinning like a schoolgirl.

His flaccid maleness rested on a bed of tight black curls like a lounging snake. She had to bite back a snort of laughter at that thought. Even flaccid he was still impressive. She found herself "sizing him up" as it were.

~Not too long, not too short. Nice and straight. No strange bumps or ripples.~ She narrowed her eyes predatorily. ~Perfect.~

She could feel herself becoming aroused and quickly stamped out that particular train of thought.

~No time for that. First figure out what in the bloody hell happened last night.~

Reluctantly, she turned back to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She sat down on the soft rug beside the bathtub and placed the tip of her wand to her temple to perform the "Remembrance" spell. She took a deep breath.

"Meminisse."

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Author Notes: Meminisse - Latin for "to remember." Simple and straight-forward, just the way I like it. J

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