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Severus Snape, Potions Professor for the acclaimed Wizarding School Hogwarts was standing beside his desk, looking out of a window that he could never recall having been there before. He had been alone but suddenly the distinct sound of a woman's heel behind him led him to believe otherwise. Severus had been preparing for this moment for a few days now; he had known his fate when he closed his eyes earlier that night. The woman was a breath away but he refused to turn around just yet. Her hands slid over his chest and her cheek pressed between his shoulder blades. Severus, raising his hands took her hands in his and they laced fingers her hands still on his chest, through his hand he could feel his heart racing.

"What a beautiful day Severus." Her voice cut through him more so than he had expected. What would seem easy on the surface was suddenly much harder. The hands let go of his and slowly slid down his sides. She was gripping his hips and he suppressed any sound that was threatening to escape him. He needed to catch her off guard. With a swiftness that neither of them was suspecting Severus turned in her arms and without taking a moment to truly look at her face he kissed her.

Miss Hermione Granger stood shocked. She had been expecting Severus to be harder than this to woo and pursued. Seems as though he didn't need any prompting from her this time around. Snape could feel her lightening under his kiss; she wasn't as tense as she had been moments ago. When he finally broke away from her they both needed a moment to recover from the kiss they just shared. Severus pressed his mouth against the shell of her ear, "I know what you are Miss Granger."

Hermione's blood ran cold. Her laugh filled Severus' office as he kissed slowly down her slim neck. She is gone, without many dramatics it was like she just slipped away. Severus was left in his dream with a delicate Lily in his arms. She's smiling at him the way she did and she touched his cheek. Suddenly overcome Severus kisses her with a passion he hadn't felt for years.

Severus Snape awoke many hours later in his bed. The vision of Lily beside him was quickly vanishing as it usually did when morning came around. With a sigh he stood and departed from the world of dreams that so desperately begged him back. Severus refused breakfast and spent his morning searching the Hogwarts Library for something that he had missed. Madam Pomfrey had made him aware that there was a journal of some sorts hidden within the library that would aid in his endeavors but as she was a busy woman she was unable to give any more help than that.

Severus did not spend much time in the restricted section simply because he didn't need to. He knew most, if not all of what was kept away from the meddling hands of students so he spent his days with his own books which challenged his existing knowledge. Now here he was, standing in the restricted section with stacks of books swirling around him and magically turning themselves. Irma Pince watched him over the top of her glasses, she was clearly irked that he was fiddling with her books and making a mess but that did not deter him from his searching.

A few more minutes of useless searching finally yielded a pleasant result when a large turquoise book floated into his range of vision. Books flew back into their proper positions and Severus left the library with a curt nod to Misses Pince who, as soon as Severus had left she went running to ensure that her books were put back in their proper place.

Hermione Granger had become a different woman. Madam Pomfrey was currently in charge of feeding her as Hagrid was no longer able to control himself around the girl; he had the habit of being overcome with the urge to grasp her and cuddle her like a pet. Madam Pomfrey would walk into the restroom; an eerie feeling had overcome the recently warm and friendly room. She claimed that mist would rise off of the water in the tub and Crookshanks was running amuck wherever he pleased. Moaning Myrtle saw no business coming to visit Hermione anymore. Poppy, with her bucket of raw fish would walk to the edge of the tub – that she would swear was misting – and Hermione would rise slowly as she dumped the fish into the deep water.

Hermione had developed cat-like pupils and her teeth had razored over the days, her skin had developed a tint to it and her hair was knotted. Poppy would skirt away from the edges of the tub quickly as Hermione had made it clear that if she got too close she would rise out of the water and attempt to snatch her ankles. Poppy left hurriedly and closed the door roughly behind her. As she walked through the halls, with the large bucket tucked against her chest her mind wandered to what was waiting for her. Most of the Gryffindor boys had been returned to their daily lives with minor side effects but there were a few that stayed strapped to their hospital beds.

Draco Malfoy had developed an extreme infection in a bite to the neck that he claims he doesn't remember getting. The skin had turned purple and he was experiencing an extreme fever. Throughout the night he would thrash and scream, disturbing the other students and Poppy's sleep. She sent word to Mister Malfoy, hoping he would have an answer for his son or would take him to a medical facility and out of the castle.

Poppy walked through her hospital ward's large double doors and was shocked to find a large shadow looming over the young Malfoy's bed.

"Excuse me!" Poppy found her voice quickly and rushed to the aid of a student who may be in distress. The long blonde hair should have been an indication for Madam Pomfrey but she had admittedly been distracted. As she rushed forward the figure stood rigidly and she slowed her step.

Lucius Malfoy was looking as regal as he always had. He was dressed in black which only seemed to accentuate his marble skin and his sheer blonde locks. His cane was resting against the side of the bed and he gave her a cooling smile.

"Hello Poppy." She came to stand on the other side of Draco's bed and ran a smart hand over his forehead. His chest was bare and he was sweating through the sheets. In this moment he looked just as his father did.

"Mister Malfoy. I was not expecting you." Draco's shoulder was wrapped but Poppy could see a hint of blood coming through the gauze.

"I had to come check on my Draco." Lucius laid a rough hand on his son's unwrapped shoulder and Draco flinched. Poppy began to busily flit around her student as Lucius continued to stare down his nose at his son. Without a word he picked up his cane and walked royally out of the large nursing wing. Draco slumped in the bed and Poppy brought a cool rag to wipe the sweat off of his face.

One of the females in the bed beside Draco's had her eyes squeezed shut as she laid on her side, her back to the Malfoys. She had been listening and when Madam Pomfrey came to her bedside to check on her she whispered that she needed to see Professor Snape, immediately.

Severus Snape was sitting rigidly at the desk of Madam Pomfrey with a student before him. She was one of Miss Granger's roommates and she was still experiencing side effects from her encounters as of late.

"What was so important that you had to call for me?" The girl looked around her and Severus suddenly realized that he could not recall her name, as he pondered this she began her speech. Severus sat gravely listening to her before dismissing her when she began to get hysterical. The girl started screeching by the time Poppy came to console her. Snape watched as the child was guided back to her bed but suddenly refused to settle down as she pointed at the young Malfoy.

"It was him! Him! Keep him away from me!" Draco looked thoroughly panicked and made eye contact with Professor Snape as he approached his bed.

"We need to chat Mister Malfoy."


Creator's Notes: More answers to come kittens! Review as always!