After stretching leisurely, she slid out of bed and got dressed. A quick trip to the bathroom informed her that her hair was in quite a state, though not as bad as she might have suspected.  At least he had me put it in a bun before...  she trailed off as heat flared in her cheeks.  Holy shit, I had sex with Snape!  The term "sex’ didn’t even seem to properly encompass what they’d done. There was no possible way that any word could refer to both the mind-altering experience she’d had over the past day or two and the bland boredom she’d experienced with Pudding (For fucks sake, it’s  "  Zach’, her mind insisted again). No, what Snape had done to her was on an entirely different level. She thought her fantasies had been intense, but the reality... she shook her head to clear her thoughts as her stomach growled. 