"Why is it so friggin' cold in the Slytherin Common Room?" you mutter darkly.
"Maybe because we're in a dungeon," you hear someone drawl behind you.
You rub your arms and turn to see him.
Bingo. An idea pops into your head.
"Severus, come warm me up."
"W-what?" He splutters.
"Come warm me up, Mr. Sassypants."
"But. . . I. . . Uhm. . ."
"Severus, don't leave me waiting."
He mutters something as he walks over to you. He sits down next to you and you snuggle into his side and chest. He hesitatingly wraps his arms around you.
"How can a person so cold-hearted be so warm?"
"Watch it Y/N. I'll leave."
"Okay, okay. No need for it to be taken to drastic measures."
He smirks down at you.
"Comfortable?" He asks smugly.
"Very."
Regulus Black comes down the stairs from the boys' dorms and stops in his tracks. He smirks maliciously at the sight of you two.
"Aw, does Snape have a friend?" He sneers.
You look up at Severus and notice he's blushing. It doesn't look like he's going to answer anytime soon.
"What's it to you?" You snap at him.
"Ooh, fiesty. I like it. When you want a real man instead of this greaseball, come find me."
"I've found a real man, thank you."
"And pray tell, who may that be?"
"Severus Snape at your service."
He laughs.
"That was a good one. I haven't heard a joke that funny in a while."
"I wasn't joking."
He scowls at you.
"I bet you're not even dating him."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. If you're really dating him, kiss him right now on the lips."
You glare hatefully at Black before you pull Severus' surprised face to yours.
He kisses you back cautiously. You cup his face in your hands while you straddle his lap. This seems to give him some confidence because he grabs your waist. You pull back and lay your head on Severus' shoulder and smirk at Black.
"How was that?" you taunt.
Black scowls and walks out of the dungeons.
"Jerk," you mutter.
You snuggle back into Severus' chest.
"Hug me. I'm cold again," you playfully whine.
He chuckles as he wraps his arms around you once again.
"You're my boyfriend now."
"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to ask, not demand," he drawls.
"That's for normal people."
"True."
"Agree or disagree: you're my boyfriend," you challenge.
He sighs, "Agree."
"Haha. Told you."
"Shush it, you."
Silence falls comfortably.
"Hey Y/N?"
"Hmmm?"
"Can I kiss you again?"