In the Head Boy and Girl's Common Room
"Hello, Malfoy." Ginny said as she walked into the room.
"Weaslette." He sneered in reply.
"How can you just be like that? I've never done anything to you."
"It is the sheer fact that I share a room with you that makes me hate you even more."
"You can't really mean that, Draco."
"Don't call me Draco."
"I'll call you what I please."
"Fine, Virginia."
"You can call me that too, except it's not my name."
"Fine."
"I propose that we make a deal. Seeing as though we have to work together, I want a truce. I don't care how you act outside of here, but while we are alone and together, I want you to stop being rude to me and get to know me, perhaps."
"And what do I get out of that?" He said, barely looking up.
"For once, you may actually make a friend without paying them."
That struck a nerve in Draco Malfoy. He was truly alone. And he could use someone on his side.
"Fine. But don't expect me to talk to you anywhere else, Ginny." Finally he called her Ginny. She was over-joyed.
In the Potions Lab
Professor Severus Adonis Snape was pacing his room, dictating to his pensive. Usually he would just place his hands onto the pensive and it would draw the memory out. This time, he felt that dictation would help him clear his mind.
"She is a student. I cannot go over that fine line. But Gods, she smelled so good and she's so soft and amazing. Just like peaches. But she is a student, my student. I cannot and will not do that. Maybe she is of legal consent age. I could not do that to Dumbledore. He let me have an apprentice, and what do I do? I fall in love with her." he swore and pushed his pensive away.
In the Great Hal
"I think you looked amazing at dinner, Parvati." Harry said, going red at the ears. Parvati had not sat with Harry at dinner and instead sat with some Ravenclaw first years. Harry caught himself looking at her all dinner, much to the amusement of Ron and Hermione.
"It's always the quiet ones." Parvati muttered as she waved hello to Millicent and Pansy
"Are you friends with them?" Harry asked.
"Yes. I'm friends with everyone."
"But you're a Griffindor."
"So what? I like Hufflepuffs too."
"You are either clinically insane or completely what this place needs."
"I plead insanity."
"You're too much, Parvati Patil." Harry said as he leaned closer to her.
"Really, Mr. Potter?"
"Yes." He said huskily, his eyes starting to close as he leaned in for a kiss.
"Madam Pomphrey!" Dean Thomas yelled as he ran through the great hall to get to the Hospital Wing.
Parvati and Harry turned quickly to see Dean Thomas carrying Hermione damsel-in-distress style.
"Dean!" Harry cried, "What happened?"
"Fell off the broom!"
"Be back later, Parv'." Harry said, taking Hermione from Dean's arms and hurrying the rest of the way.
"Madam Pomphrey!" Dean yelled again.
Harry laid Hermione on the closest bed.
"Madam Pomphrey!" Harry yelled for the first time.
"What is the ruckus out here?" Professor Snape said, looking around the corner.
"Where's Madam Pomphrey?"
"She is in London, buying supplies. I am her substitute for today. What is the problem?"
"Hermione fell off my broom! She said she felt sick and then she just tumbled off and to the ground. She's breathin' though."
"How careless. Ten points from Gryffindor." Snape said, unbuttoning Hermione's cloak. "Maybe you boys would rather not see this?" he said as he saw the tank top underneath. "Miss Granger may not like you to see her at her most vulnerable."
"Your not going to undress her, are you?" Harry cried.
"What did you wear when you were regrowing your arm?"
"Pajamas."
"Please send up to the Girl's dormitories for a nightshirt for Miss Granger."
"I'll go." Dean said, moving towards the door.
"Can you help me with this shirt, Mr. Potter? I am afraid that she's got some
internal bleeding." Snape said moments later.
"S-s-ure." Harry stuttered.
"I'm sure you have plenty experience doing this kind of thing." He muttered.
"I do not!" Harry cried indignantly.
"You can never prove that I said anything. Here, pull her arm out of the bottom." When they successfully got her black tank top off, both Severus and Harry were suprised to see that Hermione was not wearing a bra. Snape and Harry both turned red at the sight of it. Hermione was mediumly per portioned, Severus thought, and her creamy skin looked even softer on her chest. He longed to just touch that creamy skin.
"I think I should leave." Harry stammered, pulling the curtains around the bed again.
Severus chanted an incantation and his wand glowed blue and he slowly moved it down her body. It seemed as though she had some bleeding in her small intestine.
He could not stop gazing at her. Not just her exposed chest but at her peaceful face as well. He could not stop himself. His hand, like it had a will of it's own reached out and stroked her side in one fast swish from her armpit to her hip. The skin was deliciously soft.
"Hmmmm." Hermione made a small contented noise that Snape turned pink at.
Inwardly it pleased him.
"Professor?" Dean Thomas said, "I have a night-shirt for her."
"I'll help get her into it." Harry said, taking the soft white gown from Dean and stepping past the curtain again. Hermione was laying there peacefully, breasts fully bared and Severus Snape looked like he wanted to die.
"Thank you, Mr. Thomas, Potter." He took the garment and put it over her head. When her arms were through the holes, Snape looked at the pants she was wearing. They were muggle jeans that he had a hard time figuring out.
"Here, I'll get it." Potter said, the growing-up muggle. He deftly unbuttoned and unzipped the blue jeans while Severus untied her sky blue Nike. They pulled her jeans off to find a pair of plain yellow underwear with a tiny flower in the corner. Severus let out a sigh of relief at this. Harry looked up at Snape and grinned.
Then, for the first time, Severus Snape smiled back at Harry Potter.
