AN: Hello guys. I would have updated sooner were it not for the fact my Laptop decided to not work. It's all good now.. Obviously. Thank you so much to everyone who has subscribed, reviewed and favourite myself and my story. I love getting the notifications! Anyway, here's the next chapter, and don't be too discouraged by the ending.

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CHAPTER THREE; SOME TEA AND SYMPATHY

"Ah. You're a..."

"Witch, yes," Eleanor replied, finishing her ex-Professor's sentence.

"That explains it," Snape said thoughtfully.

"Explains what exactly Professor?"

"Your familiarity, I thought I recognised you from somewhere."

"That's because I was one of your students Professor Snape. I took Potions at OWL and NEWT level."

"I remember now. You were a very remarkable and highly irritating student," Professor Snape said with what Eleanor thought was a smirk. Eleanor didn't react, that was a compliment coming from such a churlish man.

"Why thank you sir, how kind of you to say such a thing," Eleanor replied sarcastically.

"It's not uncommon, for a… Ravenclaw," Snape said, pausing slightly as he recalled Eleanor's house. Eleanor snorted derisively.

"Well, now that that's all over. I can see to your wound properly now without arousing suspicion," Eleanor said as she took her wand out of her scrubs and muttered healing chants under her breath as her Professor's wounds slowly closed and began to heal.

"I'm not one for imposition, but why did you become a muggle doctor in favour of becoming a healer?" Snape said as she rubbed healing salve on his now almost healed wound.

"Muggles have always fascinated me, and muggle medicine seemed like a more challenging career option for me," Eleanor said, pausing to smile slightly and shrug her shoulders.

"There's something else, isn't there?" Snape asked, pointing at Eleanor's unintentional smile.

"Who knew Severus Snape, the bat of the dungeons was adept at banal conversation?" Eleanor said mockingly. Snape snorted.

"There are many things you are unaware of Miss Leveson," Snape said darkly, with a spark igniting in his ebony eyes.

"Fine," Eleanor said holding her hands up. "Love," she said simply.

"What?"

"I fell in love with a muggle Doctor, and he helped me through medical school," Eleanor said with a smirk, showing her Professor the engagement ring she put on a necklace for safekeeping.

"Well out with it then," Professor Snape said after the pair lapsed into silence.

"Out with what?" Eleanor asked, once again sitting on the chair beside Professor Snape's bed.

"What's he like?" Professor Snape asked, with all the politeness he could muster. Eleanor all but hooted with laughter.

"Have I said something to amuse you?" Professor Snape said after Eleanor stopped holding her sides.

"Sorry. That was perhaps the most abnormal thing I've ever heard you say. You sound like an excitable teenage girl," Eleanor said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. Her ex-Professor's face turned a rare shade of red and his eyes glittered with danger as he tried to stop himself from exploding with embarrassment and rage.

"Now that you're quite finished," Professor Snape said after Eleanor had calmed down.

"James."

"What?"

"He's called James," Eleanor said with a newfound calmness to her voice. Professor Snape's face curled up in disgust.

Eleanor and James had been together for 4 years. He asked Eleanor to marry him a year ago. They lived together in a small flat 2 miles away from the hospital.

James was a tall man, with light brown hair and with hazel eyes. He was a striking man, Eleanor's friends were extremely jealous of her when they found out herself and James were together. He was 4 years older than Eleanor, and a renowned surgeon in his field. Eleanor found they were both extremely similar despite being from different backgrounds, James of course being a muggle.

He was surprised when he found out about Eleanor being a witch, but was intrigued by her and eventually accepted her fully. James' parents also know about Eleanor's magic ability and were also surprisingly accepting of this. Eleanor has a muggle father and a witch for a mother, and got along famously with James' parents.

"What's wrong with the name James?" Eleanor asked. Her ex-Professor's face curled up even more. As if it was a direct reaction to the name James.

"Must you keep repeating that dreadful name?" Professor Snape growled. Eleanor frowned.

"You asked," Eleanor muttered to herself.

Eleanor lapsed into thought. 'Why did Professor Snape dislike the name James so much?' she thought.

"Why don't you like that name?" Eleanor asked.

"You obviously don't understand the phrase 'none of your business' do you Miss Leveson-Browne?" Professor Snape said scathingly.

"It clearly upsets you… Professor Snape, or else you wouldn't have felt the need to address me like a student," Eleanor said stubbornly.

"Akin to a student, you feel the need to pry into my personal life," Professor Snape said with a raised brow.

"It was just a question, sir," Eleanor said with a small amount of venom. "You hardly need to be so defensive about it. It suggests one has something to hide."

"For good reason," Professor Snape replied, stressing the last two words.

"I'm not your student anymore Professor. I'm a mature adult. Why is it so difficult for you to tell me about your dislike for a name?" Eleanor said, with an air of desperation. Her curiosity was raised.

"Because it is none of your business!" Professor Snape shouted. Eleanor was stunned into silence. She had only ever seen her ex-Professor this incensed when some dunderhead in her class blew up a cauldron.

"So…" Eleanor said awkwardly, the silence was interrupted however when her pager went off.

CARDIAC ARREST WARD 212 ROOM 2213

"Sorry," she mumbled as she took off running out of the room to her destination.

It was Teresa's room. The woman she visited earlier. Eleanor's heart was in her ears. A surge of adrenaline rushed through her body, allowing Eleanor to sprint faster. She had never been called to a cardiac arrest before.

Grabbing a set of paddles and shocking Teresa's heart back into rhythm, Eleanor felt hers would drop into her stomach when she noticed Teresa had no pulse.

"Give me 5ccs of adrenaline," one of the doctors instructed. Eleanor rummaged through a draw and handed it to the doctor. It wasn't working.

"CLEAR!" Eleanor shouted, before shocking Teresa's heart again. It was unsuccessful.

"Charging to 400," a nurse said.

"CLEAR!" Eleanor shouted again, shocking Teresa's heart once more but to no avail.

After half an hour, and Teresa continuing to flat line, she was pronounced dead. Throwing the paddles to the ground in frustration and grabbing her hair, Eleanor stormed out of the room and leaned against the wall. She knew as a doctor people would die, but when it was someone she was particularly fond of, and it was the first patient to die on her, Eleanor took it hard.

Eleanor walked around the hospital aimlessly, not paying any attention to where she walked. Before she knew it, she entered a room and sat down on a chair, before starting to sob quietly. Her moss green eyes shot up when she heard a voice.

"What appears to be the matter?" Eleanor rolled her eyes and tried to stop herself from going beetroot. She had stumbled into Professor Snape's room.

"Oh, no, nothing's wrong," Eleanor said, furiously wiping tears from her eyes using her scrubs.

"Don't lie to me," Professor Snape said sternly. Fresh tears started to form in the corners of Eleanor's eyes.

"I'm not lying," Eleanor said weakly, refusing to look up from the ground.

"You are such a petulant little girl. Tell me what's bothering you," Professor Snape growled. Eleanor frowned and looked up at him. His black eyes were hard but held a smattering of concern.

"A patient I was particularly close to died," Eleanor said in a small voice.

"Ah," Professor Snape said in understanding. Eleanor tucked her knees up under her chin, hugging them with her arms. Eleanor spotted a small pot containing tea with an empty cup. Her eyes lingered on it for a second. Her Professor noticed this.

"I don't suppose you want some tea and sympathy do you?" Professor Snape asked. Eleanor nodded and poured herself a cup of tea.

"She'd just lost her husband. I think she died of a broken heart. She couldn't live without him," Eleanor said, her voice cracking slightly.

"I know how she must have felt," Professor Snape muttered to himself, not loud enough for Eleanor to hear. She took a sip from her cup.

"I only made her tea this morning," Eleanor whispered, her brows furrowed in confusion. "She was such a nice person."

"You do realise as a doctor, death is inevitable. Death does not pick and choose the nice from the nasty," Professor Snape said, trying to sound soft. Eleanor nodded.

"I know, but I haven't had a patient die on me before," Eleanor said quietly, trying to stop herself from crying any more.

"I'm afraid it is just one of those things you will have to get used to," Professor Snape said. Eleanor nodded again. Not quite sure of what to say.

"Thank you Professor Snape," Eleanor said after a few minutes of silence. Drinking deeply from her cup of tea.

"What for?"

"For being there," she said with a weak smile. Professor Snape nodded back at her.

It seemed that their rift earlier had been forgotten. The couple continued to chat until the end of Eleanor's shift. She rose from the chair after draining the dregs of her tea and noted down her patient's vitals.

"I'm going to have to discharge you," Eleanor said sadly. She had strangely enjoyed her patient's company.

"Whatever for?" Professor Snape asked, sitting up straighter in his bed.

"Your wounds have healed, it looks like your blood pressure is normal and all the tests we have run on you seem to be within normal boundaries. You're completely healthy and there's no need for us to keep you here any longer," Eleanor said professionally.

"Oh, okay" Professor Snape said quietly. Eleanor smiled.

"You get to get out of here, why aren't you happy?" Eleanor asked with a bit of humour.

"As much as it pains me to say this, I have found your company… affable," Professor Snape said, trying to find the right words to say. Eleanor smiled wider.

"Why thank you Professor Snape. I have enjoyed your company too," Eleanor said politely.

"Well I wouldn't go as far as enjoyable, but yes," Professor Snape said with a ghost of a smirk. Eleanor laughed.

"I suppose so, what with you harassing the staff," Eleanor said with a more pronounced smirk. Professor Snape scoffed.

"Now now, don't ruin it," Professor Snape said, his black eyes glittering with amusement.

"I'll get one of the seniors to agree with my decision, and after the discharge papers are signed, you'll be free to go in the morning," Eleanor said, bowing her head.

Eleanor quickly got a senior to agree with her, and the discharge papers were signed after that.

"It's the end of my shift now Professor Snape, so I'm afraid it's goodbye from me now. Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't hope to see you here again," Eleanor said with a smirk.

"Goodbye Doctor. I hope I never see you again either," Professor Snape said with the same spark in his eyes. Eleanor laughed good-naturedly and waved as she left the room.

AN: I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter. I'll see if I can update by Monday, if not you'll have to wait for a week because I'll be in Rome :) Please read, review, favourite, subscribe etc so I know you're there! Thank you to those who have already, and Red Vines to you all! xox