There was a crash of glass as the door opened, like someone had dropped their drink.
Remus looked up from the passionate kiss (in which he was currently entangled) confusedly. He had Severus. He had the wine. There wasn't supposed to be anyone or anything else in this dream.
Severus looked up more slowly, eyelids heavy from the liquor. He blinked sleepily several times. Looking down at the bottle in his hand, he shook it a few times, nearly falling over with the effort. Luckily, Remus was there to catch him. He looked up again towards the door.
"It would appear," he drawled carefully, in an attempt to stop himself from stumbling over the words. "that we are out of wine."
Harry screamed and slammed the door behind him.
Edit: Here's the picture that she drew that inspired the drabble:
http://morbid-lizard.livejournal.com/14741.html#cutid3