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"You're not actually going through with this, are you?,” Severus grumbled under his breath.
"I am, and you're going to help me,” Hermione replied defiantly. She faced him as he consummately avoided eye contact and kept stirring his smoking cauldron.
She planted her fists on her hips. “Severus, look at me while I’m speaking to you!” Her foot gave a tiny stomp of emphasis.
His mouth twitched as he held back a snort. “And you think that little display is going to work with me, do you?”, he murmured. He gave one final flourish of a stir, still only staring at his potion. He carefully placed the stirring rod on the lab counter before making his next move.
Severus swept over to Hermione in a flash and crowded over her. He backed her up against the waist-high table and caged her in with his arms. She gave a squeak.
“I will not wear a ‘Weasley Is Our King!’ pin to the party tonight,” he growled into her ear. He smirked when he felt Hermione shiver at the effect of his voice.
Severus brought his hand up to the back of her neck, lightly stroking her skin, and gathered her hair up to drape on the opposite shoulder. He brushed a kiss over her lips ever so faintly and leaned back down to her other ear. “Nor will I jump out and shout ‘Surprise!’ at the ginger fool,” he muttered and flicked his tongue out to caress the inside shell of her ear. She shuddered with a light moan.
“But I will be ready to ravish you in the bathroom by the pantry when everyone is distracted by the cake,” he finished, and he wrapped his arms around her to pull her tight against his body all in one move. Severus’s lips came down hard on Hermione’s, grinding their hips together as he claimed her mouth.
It was over as quickly as it began. Hermione swayed in place, looking dazed with plumped lips. “I…yes?”, she whispered. She had to give herself a quick shake to remember what they’d been talking about. Her eyes narrowed at him—he was already across the room, pulling open the door to their bedroom.
“In that case…I’m not wearing any knickers tonight,” she said wickedly and scampered past him through the door, wearing a diabolical grin.
She was going to be the death of him.