Disclaimer: I am sadly not J. K. Rowling, these are not my characters and so on

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"Okay, great job! Now it is time to do number six" smiled George. I looked down on the list, then sighed as I realized how utterly embarrassing this was going to be.

"Do I have to?" I asked, hiding my face in the palm of my hands.

"Off course not-" said Fred. I looked up, hopeful.

"-you can always get hexed if that is what you prefer" finished George, smiling innocently. I glared at the twins, before sighing again, and heading down to the dungeon. I stopped when I saw that Harry and Ron were following me.

"Oh no, you're not going to come and watch, are you?" I sighed. Harry smiled sympathetically as he threw the cloak over himself and Ron. Groaning in aggravation, I stomped my way down to the dungeon.

"Perfect way to spend my free period" I mumbled as I approached the door to Snape's classroom, which I knew was filled with third years.

"We'll be behind that armor so no one bumps into us" whispered Ron.

"Off course you will" I muttered. Just then, the door was flung open and third year students were tumbling out of the classroom, whispering to each other. As the last student passed, I sighed and shrugged, before lying down flat on the floor. Slightly surprised by how comfortable the cold floor was, I closed my eyes. The tiredness was really catching up with me, but what was I supposed to do? I couldn't get help without telling anyone about the nightmares, and that was out of question.

It was just then that Snape appeared in the doorway. He stopped slightly, considered me for a moment, before walking towards me. There was a pause where he just stared at me, opened his mouth, and closed it again. He then finally growled:

"Miss Granger?"

"Yes" I answered tiredly as I opened my eyes.

"May I ask what exactly it is that you're doing?" he hissed, his voice silky, but dangerous.

"Well, yes, you may. You see, I have fallen, and I can't seem to get up" I said, trying to act confident, but feeling everything from it. Snape raised a brow.

"You can't…get up" he repeated, tilting his head to one side.

"Yes, I can't get up" I retorted, not really knowing what else to say.

"Have you tried moving your legs? I would have thought such a know-it-all like you would consider that" he snarled, barely able to contain his anger. Feeling my own nervousness turn into anger, I rolled my eyes.

"Well, yes as a matter of fact I have tried that" I retorted angrily, glaring at the man. It was then I saw it: how the anger in his eyes suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a mischievous smirk.

"Well, what on earth am I going to do?" said Snape, with a very over exaggerated and fake hint of worry and despair in his voice. My eyes widened. Whatever reaction I had expected, this was not it.

"S-sir?" I stuttered as I frowned slightly. Seeing Snape with a different emotion that boredom and anger was making me extremely uncomfortable, and it didn't help that this emotion, which did not suit him at all, was directed towards me, even if I knew it was extremely fake.

"I can't very well leave you here, now can I?" he said, pretending to be thinking hard.

"Why not?" I asked, starting to panic slightly.

"Don't be ridiculous, if you can't get up, then there is clearly something very wrong with you, maybe you're sick? I have to take you to Madam Pomphrey"

"Oh, that's really not necessary, sir. I'm sure that if I just lay here for a little while, I'll get up eventually." I said quickly, now not able to hide the panic in my voice.

"Oh no, I insist" pressed Snape, as he drew out his wand, and waved it. I felt myself rise up into the air, and cursed myself for doing this in the first place.

"Please sir, there is no need-"

"There is every need"

"but-"

"There is a floo in my office" interrupted Snape, ignoring me completely. I sighed as he walked towards the office, with me floating behind him. As I passed the armor, I glared at where I presumed Harry and Ron were laughing their heads off under the cloak. I floated into an office, then into a fireplace, with Snape beside me.

"Hospital Wing, Hogwarts" he said, before dropping the floo p owder. We were engulfed in green flames, and then I floated out of the fireplace, only that I was now in the Hospital Wing. I started floating towards a bed as Snape called for Madam Pomphrey.

"What happened?" she asked immediately as she saw me lying on the bed. I was about to answer when Snape interrupted.

"I was walking down the halls when Miss Granger, here, suddenly collapsed to the ground, hitting her head in the stone floor. As a former healer, I managed to heal most of the damage, considering that she was bleeding very much very fast, but I thought it would be wise to take her to you, to make sure there is nothing else wrong" he said, now looking at me with a fake hint of worry in his eyes. My nostrils flared as I gave him my ugliest glare. The only response I got was a raised brow.

"You little- I mean, that's not tr-"

"Please sit still while I examine you" said Madam Pomphrey as she waved her wand over my body. I felt a tingling sensation, but it quickly disappeared.

"You did very well, professor. There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with her" said Madam Pomphrey as she considered me. "The pressure they put on children these days, but you have always been too hard on yourself in my opinion, Miss Granger" she said as she looked for a potion in the cupboard.

"Seeing that there isn't actually anything wrong with me, can I leave?" I asked irritated.

"There is no need for that tone, Miss Granger, I did just save you" said Snape, not able to stop his mouth from twitching. I narrowed my eyes at him, feeling no fear towards the man anymore, only anger. Suddenly, Madam Pomphrey was standing before me, holding out a potion.

"Why-"

"Because you've lost blood, that's why. Now drink" urged Madam Pomphrey. With a final glare at Snape, I downed the potion. I then sat up in the bed, and was about to stand up, when Snape suddenly stood before me and pushed my shoulder with almost no effort, but that still caused me to fall down on the bed again.

"But there must be a reason for her to collapse in such a way. Maybe it is, like you said, stress. Maybe she needs a day of or two" said Snape, looking at Madam Pomphrey, who was quite surprised and impressed by Snape. I, on the other hand, felt panic rise within me. What if I had another nightmare? What if Madam Pomphrey found out?

"Yes, exactly. How thoughtful of you, professor" she said, frowning slightly, but smiling.

"I don't need a day off! I'm fine!" I exclaimed, trying to sound convincing and calm, but the hint of hysteria in my voice gave it away.

"If you were fine, Miss Granger, then you wouldn't have collapsed, now would you?" retorted Snape. I pinched my nose bridge. Snape had no idea what he was doing to me.

"Quite. You're always working so hard. I think a day in bed would be good for you" finished Madam Pomphrey. She was about to walk to her office when I interrupted her.

"No, please!" I begged. There must have been something unusual in my voice, because both Snape and Madam Pomphrey stopped in their tracks and looked at me curiously.

"A day off won't hurt anyone, Miss Granger" said Madam Pomphrey, frowning slightly at how desperate I looked.

"What is it that bothers you so much with staying here until tomorrow?" asked Snape, this time with no sarcasm and no trickery, just plain curiosity. I quickly broke eye contact with them, and fumbled on the bedsheet. Realizing that I would not be able to come up with a good reason, I said:

"Nothing, it's just that I can't skip any classes, I'm already a bit behind" It scared me how easily I found it to lie to people, even my friends.

"A bit behind?" repeated Snape, raising a brow, clearly unconvinced. I ignored Snape and continued fumbling on the sheets. Madam Pomphrey huffed.

"This is the exact reason you should stay and rest; you put too much pressure on yourself. I'll find something calming for you" she said, before walking to her office. There was a short silence before I broke it.

"I can see why you were sorted into Slytherin" I muttered as I sat down more comfortably in the bed, deciding to change the subject.

"And for the first time, I can see why you were sorted into Gryffindor. However, I would advise you not to try and fool a true Slytherin again" he retorted, his eyes glowing dangerously. I couldn't help but smirk a bit. So Snape thought this was the end of the pranks? He had no idea.

Madam Pomphrey came back in, but this time with a cup of tea in her hand.

"Well, I have a class to attend to. Feel better, Miss Granger" said Snape, again with that fake hint of worry, before he stormed out of the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomphrey frowned slightly at him, before she shook her head and said something about knowing him for years, but still getting surprised, and that trying to understand him would be a lost cause. I couldn't help but agree.

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