I do not own the "Harry Potter" series or any of the characters. Only the story idea is my own.
This chapter dedicated to DragonRose, who took the time to answer my question, even though it had been updated when she read it.
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Hermione later found out, by a slip of the tounge, that Harry had lit a small fire to keep Ron and himself warm while they were waiting outside the night before. They felt better than Hermione, but they were still tired. Hermione, however, had a bad headache and a slightly unsettled stomach.
Hermione tried to concentrate through out the day, but her thoughts keep drifting back to Professor Snape and the night before. Harry continually had to shake her from her concentration to tell her that class had ended.
Transfiguration came, and Professor McGonagall frowned upon seeing Hermione enter the class. She pulled Hermione aside, and told her she looked simply dreadful.
"Overworking yourself, most likely. I know your schoolwork is important to you, but you need rest." Professor McGonagall chided, "Now head back to your bed. Don't worry, I'll give you extra time to work on your assignments."
Hermione gathered her things and went out. Standing seemed to make her sickness worse, and it was all Hermione could do to set one foot in front of the other. Eventually Hermione came to a door.
"Wormswort." She murmured, before stepping inside.
"Excuse me?" A voice asked. It was familar, but Hermione couldn't place it. She leaned against the wall wearily.
"Wormswort. The password." Hermione explained, before another wave of nausea hit her. "I'm going to bed." Hermione turned to go to the girls dorms and walked directly into a desk. Two arms reached out and kept her from falling.
"What are you doing here, Miss Granger?" The voice demanded in a slightly annoyed tone. The arms drew her close, and lifted her easily. Hermione leaned closer to the body that held her.
"This is Gryffindor Tower." She replied. The nasuea left slowly, but she still felt sick. "I need to go to bed."
"This is the potions classroom." The voice sighed, and Hermione realized she was moving. She looked up to see Professor Snape's face. She felt ashamed and didn't say anything the entire trip back, until Snape finally said, "Wormswort."
The painting of the Fat Lady swung open, and Professor Snape set Hermione on her feet. Without thinking, Hermione let herself fall back against him, laying her arms around his neck.
"I love you, too," She murmured. "I didn't realize it until this morning." Severus pulled away slightly, and looked down at Hermione.
"Go to bed, love. You need to rest." He muttered back. Hermione kissed him on the cheek, and Severus helped her climb through the porthole into Gryiffindor Tower.
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Severus sighed heavily as the portrait swung shut. He wasn't sure to be happy about Hermione's words, or to pass them off. She was, after all, sick, and a fever could make people dillusional.
Before he had time to consider it, Severus felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see a serious Albus Dumbledor.
"Come with me, Severus." Albus comanded softly. "We need to get to work."
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Forward and onward. I finally got over my writer's block, and I know what I'm going to do in the next chapter, so all you have to do is wait until I get it typed and posted. Til then!
This chapter dedicated to DragonRose, who took the time to answer my question, even though it had been updated when she read it.
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Hermione later found out, by a slip of the tounge, that Harry had lit a small fire to keep Ron and himself warm while they were waiting outside the night before. They felt better than Hermione, but they were still tired. Hermione, however, had a bad headache and a slightly unsettled stomach.
Hermione tried to concentrate through out the day, but her thoughts keep drifting back to Professor Snape and the night before. Harry continually had to shake her from her concentration to tell her that class had ended.
Transfiguration came, and Professor McGonagall frowned upon seeing Hermione enter the class. She pulled Hermione aside, and told her she looked simply dreadful.
"Overworking yourself, most likely. I know your schoolwork is important to you, but you need rest." Professor McGonagall chided, "Now head back to your bed. Don't worry, I'll give you extra time to work on your assignments."
Hermione gathered her things and went out. Standing seemed to make her sickness worse, and it was all Hermione could do to set one foot in front of the other. Eventually Hermione came to a door.
"Wormswort." She murmured, before stepping inside.
"Excuse me?" A voice asked. It was familar, but Hermione couldn't place it. She leaned against the wall wearily.
"Wormswort. The password." Hermione explained, before another wave of nausea hit her. "I'm going to bed." Hermione turned to go to the girls dorms and walked directly into a desk. Two arms reached out and kept her from falling.
"What are you doing here, Miss Granger?" The voice demanded in a slightly annoyed tone. The arms drew her close, and lifted her easily. Hermione leaned closer to the body that held her.
"This is Gryffindor Tower." She replied. The nasuea left slowly, but she still felt sick. "I need to go to bed."
"This is the potions classroom." The voice sighed, and Hermione realized she was moving. She looked up to see Professor Snape's face. She felt ashamed and didn't say anything the entire trip back, until Snape finally said, "Wormswort."
The painting of the Fat Lady swung open, and Professor Snape set Hermione on her feet. Without thinking, Hermione let herself fall back against him, laying her arms around his neck.
"I love you, too," She murmured. "I didn't realize it until this morning." Severus pulled away slightly, and looked down at Hermione.
"Go to bed, love. You need to rest." He muttered back. Hermione kissed him on the cheek, and Severus helped her climb through the porthole into Gryiffindor Tower.
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Severus sighed heavily as the portrait swung shut. He wasn't sure to be happy about Hermione's words, or to pass them off. She was, after all, sick, and a fever could make people dillusional.
Before he had time to consider it, Severus felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see a serious Albus Dumbledor.
"Come with me, Severus." Albus comanded softly. "We need to get to work."
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Forward and onward. I finally got over my writer's block, and I know what I'm going to do in the next chapter, so all you have to do is wait until I get it typed and posted. Til then!