Hermione sat in the hospital wing on one of the sterile beds with the crisp white sheets. Oh how she hated this room, it held memories that were not very fond for her- ones of her being petrified, of having to get her teeth shortened after a bad hex spell from Malfoy, and of the dreaded polyjuice potion mishap that had turned her into a cat for a week.
She shivered once in the cold atmosphere, watching through the frosted glass in the door the shadowy figures silhouetted behind it. One was unmistakably Madame Pomfrey, the other was Professor Snape. She couldn't hear what they were saying but Professor Snape was obviously upset, as his shadow kept raising his hands in the air and gesturing wildly. Madame Pomfrey, on the other hand, was trying her best to calm him down, using small movements and placing her hands in front of her as a shield.
Hermione wondered what was going to happen to her. She could already feel the potion having an effect on her, as her mind began to wander into thoughts she never would normally think. She tried to push them out of her mind and in an effort to do so, glanced out the nearby window at the Quidditch pitch, just barely visible from the hospital wing. She wondered if Harry and Ron were going to go to practice today, or would they be up in the common room worrying about her?
She used one hand to wipe away a tear that had formed in the corner of her eye. She was not going to cry, not over this. She would not give that sexy slime ball Malfoy the courtesy of knowing he had driven her to tears. She started at that thought. Did she just think Malfoy as sexy?
No. No way. Uh-uh. Nope. Not that blonde-haired, brainless, broad-shouldered sack of-
Merlin. What was happening to her? She was now picturing removing Draco's shirt and running her hands over those shoulders. She wondered briefly if his chest had a lot of hair or was he hairless?
Ick. She pressed the palms of her hands deeply into her eyes, trying to rid her mind of the images. Gotta think of something neutral, something harmless. Something besides Draco.
She pictured in her mind the upcoming trip to Hogsmeade. Ron and Harry were planning a raid on Zonko's joke shop, and she was going to meet them for butter beers afterwards.
Mmmmm. Ron. Red-haired Ron with his darling little smile. Or Harry, with his green eyes that lit up the room, even from behind his glasses. Both boys had sprouted during the summer holiday and were looking more like men now. No longer skinny and weak-looking, Harry had filled out quite well. She could imagine herself kissing those firm lips and running her hands through his wild mop of dark hair, tracing that scar with one gentle finger.
Augh! She was torturing herself here, as her mind automatically switched from Harry to Ron, and she began wondering if his back was as freckled as his face was. In an effort to stop these thoughts she returned to watching the shadowy figures outside the door.
Professor Snape was done with his rant as he reached for the door and turned the knob. Hermione had to shield her eyes from the bright light that spilled in from the waiting room.
Snape closed the door behind him and stalked over to her bed, a small vial clutched in one hand. "Miss Granger." He waited a moment for her to respond.
Her eyes were rooted to his face, images of tracing the line of his cheek down to his jaw dancing across her mind. The sight of him was intoxicating, those dark eyes alluring. Oh how she wanted him to lean over and kiss her right now.
"Miss Granger!" He said again this time much more sharply. He could see the lusting on her face and in her dark eyes. "I would appreciate it if you could control yourself for the next few minutes."
She jumped slightly and flushed a deep red, "I'm sorry, Professor." She broke eye contact at last and tried to look past him at a point on the wall.
He held up the small vial. "This is a sleeping draught, I have suggested firmly to Madame Pomfrey that you take it. Until I can work out a suitable counter potion, it is best that you be kept unawares."
"I- I understand." Her voice broke slightly as she tried not to look at him, but there was just something about his masculinity that was driving her mad. Part of her knew it was the potion causing this reaction but part of her didn't care. She reached up to take the vial from his slender fingers and her smaller hand brushed his.
His hands were cool to the touch, and her eyes snapped up to his again at the contact. Brown met black in a silent power struggle, who would look away first? With her other free hand she reached up and instinctively pulled his face closer to hers as she began to kiss him provocatively.
His hair was softer than she expected as it slid through her fingers, and his lips were much warmer than his hands. The kiss lasted a whole two seconds before he came to his senses and jerked away, dropping the vial onto her lap and looking at her with a mixture of shock and surprise.
Her face had gone red again, and she was looking down at her lap, her hands grasping the edge of her robes. "I- I'm sorry," she stammered. "I didn't," she broke off unable to say anything at all.
It was on the tip of his tongue to deduct house points, to shame her into not trying that again, but something about the way she was practically withdrawing into herself made him stop. "I will not deduct house points for your misbehavior, MISS GRANGER."
She nodded slightly.
"We will not speak of this again." He turned then from her bedside and strode over to the door, opening it and leaving in a wake of billowed robes.
Hermione glanced up to see Madame Pomfrey coming in the door with a cup of tea. She picked up the vial from where it had fallen and emptied the contents into the tea. "I want you to drink this up fully."
Hermione barely tasted the tea, as it slid down her throat. What had she been doing? Kissing Snape? Oh Merlin!
It only took a few minutes for the effects of the sleeping potion to kick in. Never in her life was she happy to fall asleep as she was right then. She curled up into a little ball and didn't even feel the blankets being tucked over her as she entered a dreamless sleep.
*****
She shivered once in the cold atmosphere, watching through the frosted glass in the door the shadowy figures silhouetted behind it. One was unmistakably Madame Pomfrey, the other was Professor Snape. She couldn't hear what they were saying but Professor Snape was obviously upset, as his shadow kept raising his hands in the air and gesturing wildly. Madame Pomfrey, on the other hand, was trying her best to calm him down, using small movements and placing her hands in front of her as a shield.
Hermione wondered what was going to happen to her. She could already feel the potion having an effect on her, as her mind began to wander into thoughts she never would normally think. She tried to push them out of her mind and in an effort to do so, glanced out the nearby window at the Quidditch pitch, just barely visible from the hospital wing. She wondered if Harry and Ron were going to go to practice today, or would they be up in the common room worrying about her?
She used one hand to wipe away a tear that had formed in the corner of her eye. She was not going to cry, not over this. She would not give that sexy slime ball Malfoy the courtesy of knowing he had driven her to tears. She started at that thought. Did she just think Malfoy as sexy?
No. No way. Uh-uh. Nope. Not that blonde-haired, brainless, broad-shouldered sack of-
Merlin. What was happening to her? She was now picturing removing Draco's shirt and running her hands over those shoulders. She wondered briefly if his chest had a lot of hair or was he hairless?
Ick. She pressed the palms of her hands deeply into her eyes, trying to rid her mind of the images. Gotta think of something neutral, something harmless. Something besides Draco.
She pictured in her mind the upcoming trip to Hogsmeade. Ron and Harry were planning a raid on Zonko's joke shop, and she was going to meet them for butter beers afterwards.
Mmmmm. Ron. Red-haired Ron with his darling little smile. Or Harry, with his green eyes that lit up the room, even from behind his glasses. Both boys had sprouted during the summer holiday and were looking more like men now. No longer skinny and weak-looking, Harry had filled out quite well. She could imagine herself kissing those firm lips and running her hands through his wild mop of dark hair, tracing that scar with one gentle finger.
Augh! She was torturing herself here, as her mind automatically switched from Harry to Ron, and she began wondering if his back was as freckled as his face was. In an effort to stop these thoughts she returned to watching the shadowy figures outside the door.
Professor Snape was done with his rant as he reached for the door and turned the knob. Hermione had to shield her eyes from the bright light that spilled in from the waiting room.
Snape closed the door behind him and stalked over to her bed, a small vial clutched in one hand. "Miss Granger." He waited a moment for her to respond.
Her eyes were rooted to his face, images of tracing the line of his cheek down to his jaw dancing across her mind. The sight of him was intoxicating, those dark eyes alluring. Oh how she wanted him to lean over and kiss her right now.
"Miss Granger!" He said again this time much more sharply. He could see the lusting on her face and in her dark eyes. "I would appreciate it if you could control yourself for the next few minutes."
She jumped slightly and flushed a deep red, "I'm sorry, Professor." She broke eye contact at last and tried to look past him at a point on the wall.
He held up the small vial. "This is a sleeping draught, I have suggested firmly to Madame Pomfrey that you take it. Until I can work out a suitable counter potion, it is best that you be kept unawares."
"I- I understand." Her voice broke slightly as she tried not to look at him, but there was just something about his masculinity that was driving her mad. Part of her knew it was the potion causing this reaction but part of her didn't care. She reached up to take the vial from his slender fingers and her smaller hand brushed his.
His hands were cool to the touch, and her eyes snapped up to his again at the contact. Brown met black in a silent power struggle, who would look away first? With her other free hand she reached up and instinctively pulled his face closer to hers as she began to kiss him provocatively.
His hair was softer than she expected as it slid through her fingers, and his lips were much warmer than his hands. The kiss lasted a whole two seconds before he came to his senses and jerked away, dropping the vial onto her lap and looking at her with a mixture of shock and surprise.
Her face had gone red again, and she was looking down at her lap, her hands grasping the edge of her robes. "I- I'm sorry," she stammered. "I didn't," she broke off unable to say anything at all.
It was on the tip of his tongue to deduct house points, to shame her into not trying that again, but something about the way she was practically withdrawing into herself made him stop. "I will not deduct house points for your misbehavior, MISS GRANGER."
She nodded slightly.
"We will not speak of this again." He turned then from her bedside and strode over to the door, opening it and leaving in a wake of billowed robes.
Hermione glanced up to see Madame Pomfrey coming in the door with a cup of tea. She picked up the vial from where it had fallen and emptied the contents into the tea. "I want you to drink this up fully."
Hermione barely tasted the tea, as it slid down her throat. What had she been doing? Kissing Snape? Oh Merlin!
It only took a few minutes for the effects of the sleeping potion to kick in. Never in her life was she happy to fall asleep as she was right then. She curled up into a little ball and didn't even feel the blankets being tucked over her as she entered a dreamless sleep.
*****