A Room in the Dungeons

I'm SURE I added this before... I must be going crazy : / anyway I'm a little stuck as to where to go, seeing as no one seems to like minor sex between the two. Any ideas that you want to see leave in a review. Cheers, enjoy.

Snape lay on the couch, his eyes closed, desperately hoping the girl in his bed was gone. Deciding he would have to get up eventually, the potions master shifted his weight. But there was something hindering his progress, a light weight in his arms. Wondering if anyone would really notice if he dumped the girl in the Forbidden Forest, Snape sighed deeply.
“Miss Granger, it would be wise to be out of this room before I open my eyes. I need some time to convince myself that this was all a terrible nightmare.”

Hermione had woken feeling safe and warm. She remembered guiltily stumbling into the professor's arms when a combination of cold and loneliness became too much for her. She'd slept well and had no regrets, except of course that now she'd have to deal with his anger and sarcasm, but she decided it was worth it. She'd woken herself slowly, giving herself plenty of time before she opened her eyes, and she smiled, satisfied, as she stared at Snape's sleeping face. He looked quite gentle and nice with his eyes closed and his face peaceful. She'd almost had a heart attack when he'd spoken, pulling her abruptly out of her dreamy state. Rolling out of his arms, Hermione had sprinted into the bedroom, grabbed her shoes and then, panting, pulled the door open. Or tried to at least. A little frightened, Hermione caught her breath and cleared her throat.
“Um...Professor Snape, sir...” He scowled, willing the girl to leave him alone.
“What?” Hermione tried to strengthen her voice.
“Well, the, uh, door won't open.” Clearing her throat again nervously, she rattled the handle as proof. Snape sighed and resisted the urge to blast a hole in the wall and go back to sleep. Tossing the covers to the floor, he stood up, stretching and yawning. Hermione's eyes widened as Snape's wiry muscles tensed and relaxed. Realising he was wearing only his boxers, Snape almost blushed.
“Close your eyes for god's sake girl, didn't your mother teach you any manners?” Hermione suppressed a laugh, and held her forearm against her eyes. Several minutes of rustling later she felt Snape brush past her in his black, billowing robes.
“Can I look yet, sir?” Hermione bit back a grin.
“If you have to.” Hermione opened her eyes and stepped back as Snape began to try physically opening the door. After several minutes of futile door rattling, Snape retrieved his wand and began muttering curses. Getting angrier and angrier, Snape finally shouted a powerful curse. The door stayed close, but a muffled cackle made its way through.
“Poor professor Snively, I wonder why his door won't open.” With another cackle, Peeves bounced off down the corridor, singing a rude song. Snape looked ready to murder and Hermione wisely stepped away, trying to look insignificant. Glaring at her, Snape opened his mouth to say something, but closed it, sighed and rubbed his eyes.
“Someone will have to come down here eventually, they'll unblock the door then.” Hermione nodded, wondering how long she'd survive before being murdered, or dying of embarrassment.