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"I did see my blood smeared over your injury when I opened my eyes after your heartbeats went silent. The charcoal liquid that seeped from the snakebite began to smolder as it fused with the crimson smudges from our transfer. It was so…surreal. I watched it smoke and sizzle, without burning you. I couldn't believe my eyes, and assumed it to be a hallucination, so I reached out to touch it. My fingertips were scorched with blisters." She pressed her index finger to his lips, and whispered, "Look." He did, and noticed she had no dermal papillae.
"Hermione, you have no fingerprints," Severus whispered against her fingers, repulsed by Nagini's toxicity. It was then that he realized her farfetched story was all truth, even if she didn't want to believe it anymore. Nagini's venom was beyond poisonous, it was erosive to touch. She let out a tiny fake yawn, and removed herself from his grasp completely, thinking he was disgusted. Hermione went to lay down beside him and he was immediately doused with a bitter loneliness. His unresponsiveness had pushed her away. She had poured her heart and soul out and confessed her feelings, entrusting her vulnerable self with him. He closed his eyes and tiredly rubbed his temples. Severus refused to accept that he hurt his beautiful lover deeply, and persuaded himself into thinking she was simply weary. She began to talk again, and instinct told him, he was forgiven in an instant.
"After I burned myself, I found my body beyond the point of exhaustion, where even spasms of adrenaline couldn't get me to stay awake. I knew at that point, if I closed my eyes, they'd never open again. My conscious mind seemed to hover over my body, clinging for dear life. It was peculiar though, because at that time, I had given up so much in the previous five hours more than my eighteen years of life. I wanted to fight then. I, Hermione Jean Granger, was not a quitter." She was cut off by a snicker and tugged on his long black hair playfully. "Hush, you."
