A/N: I own nothing except a new iPhone. Not a new iPhone, just a new iPhone. My phone broke, and the wait on the 4S was extremely long, so I just got the normal 4. Anyway, any and all mistakes are my own, I have no beta. Enjoy!

Breaking apart, Severus looked down at Hermione's swollen ankle. It seemed to be nearly three times the size it should be and was turning quite a gastly shade of purple.

"Hermione, we need to get you to the Hospital Wing."

"What?" She was still in a bit in a daze. Between Ron being an ass and Severus being... well... not being an ass, he emotions were going crazy. So much so, apparently, that they decided to place her in a sort of limbo, allowing her too watch what happened from a third person point of view.

Severus gave a chuckle and gesture towards her ankle. "Your ankle is starting to resemble an eggplant. Surely it must be giving you quite a bit of pain?"

"Oh. Um, well, yes. It was, is. Uh..." It was very unlikely for Hermione Granger to stutter with her words. It was even more unlikely for the same Hermione Granger to be stuttering and blushing with her words.

"Hermione?" He spoke with a tone that was both stern and concerned. Severus didn't like it when she kept something from him, particularly when that something could be causing her harm. Well, the current Severus at least. The one from last week might not say the same.

"Well. You see. The thing is..." He gave her a look that clearly said 'Tell me now' "Let's just say that I got a bit distracted, and that the pain in my ankle was put on the back burner." Her blush deepened at this, and he understood her meaning. 'The kiss...ing, I suppose it would be considered, there was more than one. But still, kissing her helped to take the pain away.' He felt a small bit of pride at that, glad that he was able to help her in any way he could.

"Be that as it may, you still need that taken care of. I would do it for you myself, however, I find my skills lacking when it comes to ankles. They tend to be rather complex areas of the body- all of the tiny bones in one area, you could understand. I don't want to run the risk of injuring you further. Now, assuming that you are incapable of walking," Severus placed on arm behind her back and other beneath her knees. Gripping her tights so as not to drop her, he lifted her off of the ground and completely into his arms. "Off to the Hospital Wing with you."

"SEVERUS!" she shrieked, taken quite off guard. "Put me down!"

Shaking his head with yet another chuckle, he replied with, "No, my dear. I'm afraid I can't do that. We both know that you're in absolutley no condition whatsoever to be walking."

"But. But. But." Hermione was trying to come up with some excuse as to why he shouldn't be carrying her, though she wasn't sure why. "Surely I'm much too heavy for you? You're arms must be tired already."

"You underestimate my strength that much? You wound me, Hermione." He feigned a look of hurt, and gave her a reassuring smile. "You're fine Hermione. You're nowhere near heavy, quite light actually. And look, we're already on the fourth floor, I don't have far to take you."

Giving a huff and curling into him, she surrendered to his wishes. "Alright."

"Good."

They we're walking down the corridor, well Severus was walking down the corridor, and all Hermione could keep thinking was 'Dear god does he smell good.' And smell good he did. It was a strange sort of combination, but he seemed to make it work. The initial scent was, as to be expected, a combination of the differnent potions ingredients that he worked with on a daily basis, but underneath. Underneath that was a scent all its own. It was an odd sort of spicy chocolate scent, that both seduced and comforted at the same time. The combination of them both was enough to make Hermione want nothing more than to be trapped within the scent. The witch was clearly willing to do whatever it took to achieve her goal, because she began unconsciously attempting to burrow inside of his robes.

"Hermione?" he chuckled. "Love, what're you doing?"

"Sm.. ..d" Her voice was muffled from his robes.

"Darling, I can't understand you."

Reluctantly she pulled back. "You smell good. I'm trying to get closer to the smell." She had this odd sort of smile on her face. Strange as the situation was, it still made him laugh.

"Hermione, are you sure you didn't hit your head? Perhaps you have a concussion?"

"No, Sev. Other than my ankle I'm wonderful." She leaned her head closer to him again and inhaled, trying to smell to scent for as long as she possible could.

"Well, let's have Madame Pomphrey check just to be sure, alright?" Looking up from her, he saw they were quickly approaching the doors to the wing. "Hermione."

Somehow she seemed to know what he wanted, and, taking one final deep breath in, she pulled back and tried to look more 'student-in-peril' and less 'love-struck-damsel-in-distress'.

Recognising the professor, the doors to the Hospital Wing swung open. It was completely silent inside. Seeing as it was the first night back, most students had enough sense not to screw up or get injured before classes even started. Moonbeams were shining down through the windows, providing the only form of light in the large room. It was enough, however, for Severus to determine that the mediwitch was in her office. The large doors closed behind him, seeming to know that the situation would be one that would call for privacy. Walking over to the third cot on the left, he gently laid Hermione down on the vacant bed.

"Poppy." He called out. "Poppy, I have a patient for you." The matronly mediwitch came bustling out in a manner quite reminiscent of one Molly Weasley.

"Severus? Already? Merlin, they've only been here for less than twelve hours what could have possibly happ..." She trailed off when she saw Hermione lying there on the bed. Turning back to Severus, she gave him a glare that would've given Voldemort a run for his money. "What did you do?"

Severus was quite taken aback. Poppy Pomphrey had always like, ever since he was a boy. Whether it was him gushing blood from James Potter and Sirius Black or him gushing blood from Tom Riddle, she always took extra care with him. She had told him more than once that she had considered him a son to her, and he never thought he'd see that day that she would give him such a look.

She immediately ran over to Hermione and began casting every medical spell imaginable on her, fussing over her, asking her all sorts of questions, trying to make sure she was alright.

"Poppy. Poppy, please, calm down." Hermione began. "I'm fine. Well, my ankle isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows, but really Poppy, I"m alright." Both Severus and Poppy stopped. Severus because he had no idea that the little lion was on such good terms with the resident mediwitch and Poppy because she knew that Hermione never lied to her. 'That would certainly explain her anger towards me. It wasn't at me specifically, it was at the first person she could blame for Hermione being injured. I would've done the exact same thing.'

"Alright, Hermione. Tell me what... OH MY!" She had finally taken notice of Hermione's immensely swollen ankle. "Severus Tobias Snape!" The angered witch rounded on him. "I want an explaination now. Right. Now."

"Calm yourself, Poppy. What happened was..."

Severus was cut off by a loud bang behind him. Three heads whipped around to find the large doors of the wing bursting open and a... there is not even a word to describe how angry Minerva McGonagall looked. Behind he trailed three bloody limping red heads and one bloody limping shaggy black head. Farther behind even them, being levitated by magic and looking nearly drowned in blood and completely limp was a final red head. Then again it may have been a blonde who had his hair died from all of the blood in it. Either way, there were soon to be quite a few more patients in the Hospital Wing tonight. And Madame Pomphrey was less than happy about it.

"Would somebody please tell me what in the name of Merlin is going on here!"

SSHGSSHG

A/N: So. I'm 240 miles from home, stuck in a hotel room with my wicked not-stepsister all because my cousin is getting married. I have two midterms on Monday and what am I doing with my time? Writing a new chapter. :-) Lol. Hope it was worth the trouble. I don't know if I'll survive the weekend with my sister, but if I do I'll try and keep the updates regularly like I've been doing. Also, for those of you who are waiting for it, I should have chapter 1 of the RLHG story done soon. If you want it, let me know. If you want to wait until the whole story is completed, let me know. If you liked it, hated it, want to see something happen, let me know. I'm open to anything. Thanks!