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Beginning to stir from her dreamless sleep, Hermione felt a sharp pain shoot down the side of her leg. She had no recollection of sustaining an injury, nor did she understand how she had ended up in bed. Ripping the covers back impatiently, she was astonished to discover that her upper thigh had been consumed by a thick, white bandage. Examining the dressing more closely, she noticed how carefully it had been applied, did this mean she was safe?
Questions began to buzz around her brain like an annoying mosquito. Attempting to clear her thoughts, she started to exam the room around her. The green wallpaper was peeling in the corners, the curtains had been ravaged by moths and she noted a suitable amount of damp creeping into the ceiling. Taking a deep breath, she began to listen to her surroundings and noted she could hear pacing from somewhere down below. Retrieving her wand, that had been carefully placed on the bedside table, she searched the room for something to wear. Upon the back of the door was a green dressing gown. Without thinking, Hermione pulled the robe over her torn clothes and set out to investigate her surroundings further.
Ignoring the searing pain that began to shoot through her leg as she walked, Hermione hobbled across the wooden landing. Looking around, she noted that there were no pictures on the walls, nothing to indicate who lived there, just the same peeling green wall paper. Taking hold of the banister, she carefully made her way down the wood staircase, wincing with each step she took. As she reached the bottom, she paused. The pacing seemed louder now. Peering in each room she passed, Hermione continued on towards the sound, wand clutched tightly.
Finally she reached the source of the sound, inside the lounge, through a crack in the door she could see Professor Snape pacing backwards and forwards across the dimly lit room, whisky glass in hand. She paused for a moment, watching the flames from the fire cast explosive shadows around the room.
"I see not even being splinted can prevent you from snooping around now can it Miss Granger," Snape uttered, interrupting her thoughts.
"Er -um sorry Professor," she paused, picking up on what he had said, "sorry did you say I was splinted?"
"Observant as always aren't you Granger."
"Forgive me Sir, but what happened?"
"You don't recall the events of the passed few days?"
"Days?!"
"No need to take that tone with me!"
"I'm sorry Sir, but you caught me by surprise. What do you mean days?"
"Always with the questions Granger," he snarled, moving closer to the lit fire.
Ignoring his remark Hermione pressed on, "Sir, how did it happen, how on earth did I get spliched? All I can remember was us leaving Malfoy Manor via the tunnels, your han…" but she trailed off, embarrassed by the memory of Snape's arms protectively around her waist.
Snape paused, noticing Hermione's sudden embarrassment. "All you need to know Miss Granger is that our original location was compromised and I had to make alternative arrangements."
"Alternative arrangements?"
"Has your hearing been affected? Yes alternative arrangements."
"So where are we?"
"My home."
Yet before Hermione could respond, Snape opened his mouth to speak once more.
"Now, before you can utter another question I strongly suggest that you find something more suitable to wear other than my dressing gown Miss Granger."
Hermione felt her face flush, had she of known this was his dressing on she'd never have dreamed of putting it on. Sensing her embarrassment Snape smirked.
"I suggest you clean yourself up and fix the clothes that you have, they will have to do for now."
With her face still burning, Hermione nodded and headed back to her room.