Drunk Hermione should shut her mouth
Hermione, drunk in front of her friends in a busy bar, doesn't realize Snape is walking just behind her. "I'm gonna be the first to say it because the rest of you are cowards, Snape is hot."
"'Mione wait-"
"You can't tell me he's not. Like hotness is an aura, it's not just physical appearance. But you have to admit that since the war, he's filled out. Plus his voice merlin be merciful he could talk me through it."
"Hermione don't you think-"
"And his HANDS. Ughhhh. He probably knows how to use them, unlike Ronaald, sorry Gin."
"I'm the one who's sorry Hermione-"
"You know you can make it up to me! Just get Severus in my bed so I can tests a few...theories" *giggling uncontrollably*
"Hermione..."
"WHY do you all look so sober? More driiinks."
The shot glass is plucked from her hands. "I think you've had enough...Hermione."
His hand is on her lower back as he throws back the shot. He smirks at her and whispers in her ear, "I'm very interested in those...theories of yours."
Her jaw drops as she gapes at him, frozen. He tips her chin and closes her mouth. "Now, Miss Granger, don't be too eager to give me. An. Opening."
Then he walks away, back towards whatever corner of the bar he had been headed. Hermione muffles a scream as she tries to slam her face into the table. Ginny manages to catch her forehead with a hand.
Silence then Lavender says, "After what just happened...I get it."