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Hermione sat on the bed, knees pulled up against her body, her arms holding them close. She leant against the headboard, exhausted, angry, and generally feeling ill. Her cheeks were flushed with the gently rising fever, and her head hurt like hell. As well as that, things were starting to seem slightly blurry, and she was slightly dizzy. Yet still she refused to eat. She had thrown the tray against the other end of the wall, refusing to eat anything given to her by Snape. It was childish, she knew, but it still helped venting out her anger, and letting him know what she felt about him. She stared at a pattern on the bed covers, lost in thought. She sighed sadly at the thought of Alex. How must he be without me? I hope they're feeding him on time! And singing to him before he goes to sleep otherwise he can't……She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice the door opening, to reveal a person carrying a tray of food.

"Not eating is not going to get you anywhere except an early grave," a voice sneered at her, though it was missing its usual venom, and held a note of concern. Hermione's head shot up to meet his eyes, and he could see the pure hate in them.

"Piss off Snape, I'm not in the mood, nor do I have the strength to argue with you," she said, tiredly, and leant her head onto the board, closing her eyes. Focusing on the mission will help you get through this Hermione.

She heard the tray being placed beside her, but still she didn't open her eyes. She felt Snape sit on the bed beside her, and took another vial out of his robes. Hermione opened her eyes as she felt him move beside her, and she looked down at the vial, then back up to his face.

"Are you going to take it or do I have to force it down your throat?" he said, calmly but menacingly, letting her know that he was serious. Pain flashed in Hermione's eyes, and she clenched her jaw.

"And I have no doubt that you'd do such a thing, being the monster that you are," she said with as much venom as he could. Snape's resolve was breaking, but he didn't let it show.

"You are trying my patience," he hissed at her as he grabbed her neck lightly but forcefully, pulling her close. She grabbed the front of his robes with her hands, pausing him where he was so e couldn't get any closer.

"Firs tell me what I'm doing here!" she said to him, but he ignored her question and unbottled the vial.

"Fine! I'll drink it if you tell me what you want from me," she said, swallowing her fear. He considered her, and then after deciding that she was serious, he let go of her.

"The Dark Lord wants you to join us," he said quietly, watching her reaction. Perfect, she thought to herself, but let shock show.

"B-but, why would he want a muggle born like me?" she stammered, pretending to be shocked at the very thought. Snape sighed and stood up, his back towards her so she couldn't see his face.

"Isn't it obvious? You are the cleverest witch of all time, let alone the fact that you are one of Harry Potter's closest friends."

Hermione pretended to be speechless for a few seconds, but in actually fact she was contemplating how to make her act convincing. She stood up suddenly, swaying slightly on her feet. Snape had turned around, and didn't miss that fact, but before he could take a step closer she started yelling.

"HE MUST BE A BLOODY MANIAC IF HE REALLY BELIEVES THAT I WOULD EVER CONSIDER JOINING YOU SONS OF BITCHES!"

Snape looked shocked for a second, but once he regained his control, hi took out his wand and cast a silencio on her, which made her even angrier. He walked over to her and took her by the arms.

"You will not talk like that about the Dark Lord," he hissed at her darkly, and a sardonic smirk flitted across Hermione's lips. She didn't say anything, but she didn't have to. Her eyes told him all he needed to know. You never did belong to the good side did you?