Another Severus/Hermione drabble for the OTP competition - prompt "queasy". Please R & R, and check out my Severus/Hermione multichap - "Once".
Queasy
By silver-nightstorm
Summary: Transfiguration Professor Hermione Granger isn't feeling very well and who else should come to her rescue than one Severus Snape? Drabble. Oneshot.
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She groaned and leaned forward in her desk, pressing her forehead to its cool surface. Her breath was coming out of her mouth in gasps, and she was running a slight fever. Her stomach was roiling and she couldn't help but groan as the queasy feeling increased sevenfold.
"Professor Granger?"
Hermione lifted her head up a fraction of an inch so she could glimpse the student standing before her. The young girl wore Slytherin robes and had her short blonde hair cut in a pixie style. Her pointed chin, prominent nose, and high cheekbones coupled with her haircut made her look like her father in Hermione's blurry vision.
"Draco?" she mumbled, dropping her head back down with an unceremonious thud.
"I... no?" ventured the student. "I'll be back, Professor, one moment."
Hermione could hear the steady thump of the girls footsteps - Eliza, her name was Eliza! - as she walked out of the room. A rumble of voices built up as the students in her Transfiguration classroom discovered that she was in no state to berate them for not doing their work. After an indeterminable amount of time - minutes? hours? days? months? years? - Eliza's footsteps returned with another pair and silence - blessed silence - reigned again.
"Miss Granger..." began the Potions Master.
"It's Professor now, Professor," she mumbled into her arms.
"Miss Granger," repeated Severus Snape, with such a derisive tone that Hermione could practically hear him roll his eyes, "you need to take better care of yourself. I thought you were supposed to be brilliant?"
With surprising gentleness, Snape raised her head and helped her swallow the potion he held in his hand.
"Professor Granger won't be teaching for the rest of the day. I expect you to write two feet of parchment on human transfiguration for tomorrow. Class dismissed."
As the students rushed out of the classroom, Hermione could have sworn she felt a graceful, long-fingered hand stroke over her curls and a deep voice softly say, "Feel better, little know-it-all."
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