Warm sand, lapping waves, a comfortable blanket, and a good book... surely this was the epitome of a perfect vacation, and she was grateful Snape had convinced her to join him. As she lay on the beach, her mind drifted to her past relationships, or aborted attempts thereat. Not one of them held a candle to how she felt about Snape, and she wondered with some concern whether she might be falling for him. That she was turned on by him was unquestionable. That she delighted in his presence, craved his company, yes, also clearly true. She missed him when he was gone, and when he looked at her, it wasn’t just her core that fluttered with anticipation, but her chest and stomach as well... Well, shite. Things were going so well, but what if