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Chapter Nine
"Severus" Mme. Pomfrey poked her head into the fireplace making a floo call. "SEVERUS SNAPE!" she yelled, this time because she did not see him anywhere near the fireplace.
"Poppy, a moment if you would please," came a disgruntled voice of Severus Snape from the bedchambers. He then came sweeping into the room, with only his neatly primed white shirt and black slacks. "What is that you require, Poppy?"
"Miss Granger's awoken, I managed to administer the potions you provided, but I insist you need to see her for yourself." Mme Pomfrey replied.
"Alright, I will be there shortly." Severus Snape said before he walked to his bed chambers, grabbing his outer robes, and scooping up the floo powder, "You best move out of the way, Poppy. I'm coming through." When Mme Pomfrey's head vanished from the fireplace, and the fire returned to it's normal red color, he tossed a handful of floo powder into the fire, and stepped in. "Hospital Wing, Hogwarts." he shouted and vanished up the shoot.
Mme. Pomfrey was pacing a distance away from the fireplace. "Severus, I appreciate you coming on short notice. But you know more about the spell and the damages it might cause..."
Severus Snape shot up his hand, silencing her as he walked passed her into the Hospital Wing, walking until he reached Miss Granger's bed and paused. "You have finally decided to join the living, have you Miss Granger?"
"Yessss...sir." Hermione hissed, as she clutched her ribs.
"Don't!" Severus Snape moved swiftly, because by the time he said the words his hand had gripped Miss Granger's hand and proceeded to pull it away from her chest and pinning it to the bed, before he released it. "Miss Granger, you have stitches...it's not wise to manhandle them"
Miss Granger looked up to Professor Snape, "I apologize, sir... it just-it's quite painful."
Severus Snape starred down at her with a penetrating stare. "I quite understand, but if you attempt to manhandle those stitches again, I will make it quite impossible for you to do so, is that understood Miss Granger?"
"Yess sir." she stated as she removed her hand from the bed, and placed it in her lap, gritting her teeth.
"Miss Granger, do you recall the events that lead you to your current condition?" Professor Snape asked as he crossed his arms over his chest, as he stared her down.
Miss Granger sat there, looking into the back of her memory. "Hmm...Oh! Umbridge...horrible woman, centaurs..." Miss Granger tilted her head slightly to the side as she continued to think back. "Gwap..." she bit her lip as she looked down to her hands. "Ah...Sirius, .. Department of Mysteries?...The Prophecy! Oh..Harry! No! Voldemort...Trap...chased by Death Eaters...Silencio...Oh...spells can be cast without it needing to be spoken..." she was shaking by the end of reciting her mixed form of a recap of the events that had happened.
"You have learned a valuable lesson, which had almost cost you your life, Miss Granger and I expect you to learn from your mistake." Professor Snape said sternly.
Miss Granger sighed, hissing from the pain of her ribs and the mending flesh beneath her gown. "Yesss...sir." she said softly as she looked up to him.
"Good, don't allow that to happen again. The potions should take effect within an hour of administration, until then I suggest you eat something...nothing to substantial. I will return in a couple hours, to check on your progress." Professor Snape said as he swept out of the Hospital Wing, taking the path towards the hallway, not bothering with the floo.
Draco Malfoy entered Slytherin's common room, slightly shaken by his Head of House's words. When he entered, he observed Pansy sitting on Blaise's lap, playing with his tie. They cannot be serous? Un-bloody believable...The two Slytherins did not even notice his entrance. Draco cleared his throat "ah hem."
Pansy leisurely turned her head to see Draco's pale grey eyes gazing at her. "Hey Draco," she said softly before giving Blaise all her attention once again. After a moment, of pure realization she had jumped out of Blaise's lap and bowed her head, blushing profusely before fleeing the room and into the girls' dormitories. Flee you cowardice gold digging parasite.
"Blaise..." Draco said in a cold hard voice, his eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms over his chest. "How long has...this been going on?"He asked sarcastically.
"We were not expecting your arrival...this soon, Draco." Blaise said with a smirk, "I find myself elated to the fact I no longer have to hide behind Pansy's lies and fake devotion to your person."
"I see...so that long?" Draco said as he walked across the room, passing Blaise "Oh and Blaise, you can inform Pansy that our engagement is off, I shall be informing my mother of her infidelities." He said softly, as he walked to his dorm room, and slammed the door behind him, walking over to his bed and collapsing into it. He kicked off his shoes and dug his head under his pillow. I cannot believe this, Zabini? What is she thinking?
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