He remembered how he had looked in her memories, the snippets he had caught during the Occlumency lessons, the feelings she tried to hide so desperately. Still, the idea was ludicrous—she couldn’t possibly be attracted to him.  Him, Severus Snape, the bat of the dungeons, a spy, a murderer, a bully, a coward. Hermione Granger, one of the most powerful pawns of the war, drunk and stupid and asking for a birthday kiss from  him of all people.