Snow Day at Hogwarts

I usually hate snow. It's so cold, and although it's pretty when it first falls, it soon turns to yucky brown and black mush. This snow was different, though.

Classes were canceled, as there was no way to go between buildings, or down to the forest for Care of Magical Creatures. So, I went back to bed for awhile. I laid there, restless, and decided to get up to go get some hot chocolate from the kitchen. Standing with the tin of cocoa in hand, Professor Snape welcomed me and invited me to join him for cocoa. Everyone usually tries to stay clear of Snape--he's quite the formidable character. I, however, have a secret crush on him. So, needless to say, I was THRILLED at the idea of sitting across from him at the tiny kitchenette set, just he and I having cocoa and watching the snow fall.

He's not a man of many words, so we didn't really do much talking. I began to become painfully aware that I was still in my nightgown and the thin robe I had over it fell open with each movement I made. Snape was aware, as well, and I'd venture to say it became painful for him, after I accidentally dropped my napkin and bent to pick it up, exposing full cleavage to his scrutinizing eye. He cleared his throat, and asked if I was interested in sharing a scone, to which I gratefully agreed. He stood to retrieve the scone, and I couldn't help but notice his obvious arousal.

I prefer my scones with cream, and I noticed he was eating his plain, so I offered a bite of my half to him, after lathering sweet rich cream on the end. He accepted the bite from my hand, and a dab of cream stayed on his lips. I licked my lips to indicate that he should do the same, and wasn't quite prepared for his response. He groaned audibly, and I could tell that he was trying to decide whether to stay or to run.

I asked him whether he had ever run barefoot in the snow, and of course he hadn't. He's much too sensible a man for such a thing. But I flung open the door and went bounding across the back lawn, hands flung wide, mouth open to catch the falling snowflakes. He stood at the doorway and laughed a bit, eyes wide that I would be so daring. I beckoned for him to join me, and, much to my surprise, he did just that. Off came his very sensible shoes, then his socks, and the next thing I knew he was at my side. We were giddy with laughter, started to get soaked through, when he took me in his arms and graciously offered to keep me warm. I can't begin to explain the emotions that raced through me. We both knew that we were treading in dangerous territory, but were just too caught up in the moment to care. I released myself from his grasp, laid down in the snow, arms and legs flung wide. He just stood there staring at me, with wide eyes that were both astonished and wary at the same time. I began making sweeping motions with my arms and legs, and proceeded to make the most perfect snow angel in the white, soft snow. He threw his head back and laughed, then knelt down to join me.

Then Cass woke my ass up.