Onya felt consciousness sweep into her as she smelt the distinctive air of
medicine around her. She realized she was lying down, in a bed. She felt
like she was awakening from a deep sleep and smiled. Her eyelids felt light
and she willed for them to flutter open, as she did a white blur came
before her eyes. She squinted until they came into focus.
Onya looked around her, she was lying in a white bed with fancy curtains draped around her bed obscuring her view to the window, she tried to pull her hands up to her face but only one came, she glanced down at her other one and jumped when she realized another one was placed on top of it. She took her gaze up the black-robed arm and gasped when she saw none other than Severus Snape, slumped asleep on a chair which had been pulled up to the bed, his hand still resting on hers. Onya bit her lower lip in a smile and slowly took her hand from under his. With a sigh she propped up a pillow so she could lean her head against it whilst virtually sitting up, as she lay back she could not help but stare at the sleeping Severus, Onya made sure the cover was covering her whole body as she was all too aware of the unflattering nightdress and pajamas she was now wearing.
"Oh my! You're awake!!" a loud voice proclaimed, Onya looked up and saw Madame Pomfrey standing by her curtains, having just pulled one back.
The loud voice obviously shocked Snape awake as he quickly opened his eyes and saw Onya lying on the bed, with her eyes wide open.
"Onya!" Snape gasped as he went out to reach her. Onya smiled as for a moment she thought he was going to embrace her into a hug, but as if realizing where and who he was; Snape retrieved his outstretched hand and looked around him.
Madame Pomfrey raised her eyebrows and concealed a grin,
"Well, you know- I have a lot of things to be getting on with and well- I'll just leave- you-two-to. ." she trailed off into a mumble and quickly departed, closing the curtain behind her. Snape returned his gaze to Onya and smiled,
"How are you feeling?" He asked in a soft, comforting voice. Onya returned his smile and nodded slowly, she did not feel like talking. Onya continued to look at Snape as he nodded back, understanding. A few moments passed where the two just looked at each other when Onya suddenly broke the silence,
"What happened, Severus?" She asked nervously, as though she was almost scared of the question, or the answer.
Snape bit his lower lip,
"You, you fell into-" He tried to tell her, swallowing hard.
"The lake, yeah, I remember that much. But, how did I get out? Did you save me?" Snape swallowed again and breathed deeply,
"No, I didn't. Not really anyway." He replied. At that very moment as if like magic Madame Pomfrey suddenly re-appeared at the curtains,
" Oh yes, Severus, sorry I just can't remember, what did I tell you was wrong with Onya when you came in carrying her after rescuing her from the lake?" Madame Pomfrey asked, trying to sound genuine, but stressing the last few words a little too much to be realistic. She added a quick smile to Onya and again made her departure.
Onya narrowed her eyebrows,
"Why didn't she wait for you to answer her?" She asked confused.
Snape took a deep breath in,
"I just can't imagine" Snape said sarcastically.
Onya smiled,
"Thank you Severus." She told him earnestly.
Snape smiled back.
"You're welcome."
As if driven by a sudden new force Snape suddenly placed his hands onto Onya's cheeks and quickly made his lips meet hers in a powerful kiss.
He pulled back as quickly as he had kissed her and stood up quickly.
"I-I, I must go." He told her with short breaths. Onya, who was still in shock opened her mouth to speak but changed her mind, then swallowed and nodded slightly mechanically, her eyes wide.
"Well, yes Professor. Well, goodbye then." She rushed out, not meeting his eyes.
"Yes. Well, goodbye."
"Bye."
"Bye."
"I thought you were going?"
Snape nodded and with that swept his way through the curtains. Onya heard the hospital door slam behind him as she felt her heart fall.
Onya looked around her, she was lying in a white bed with fancy curtains draped around her bed obscuring her view to the window, she tried to pull her hands up to her face but only one came, she glanced down at her other one and jumped when she realized another one was placed on top of it. She took her gaze up the black-robed arm and gasped when she saw none other than Severus Snape, slumped asleep on a chair which had been pulled up to the bed, his hand still resting on hers. Onya bit her lower lip in a smile and slowly took her hand from under his. With a sigh she propped up a pillow so she could lean her head against it whilst virtually sitting up, as she lay back she could not help but stare at the sleeping Severus, Onya made sure the cover was covering her whole body as she was all too aware of the unflattering nightdress and pajamas she was now wearing.
"Oh my! You're awake!!" a loud voice proclaimed, Onya looked up and saw Madame Pomfrey standing by her curtains, having just pulled one back.
The loud voice obviously shocked Snape awake as he quickly opened his eyes and saw Onya lying on the bed, with her eyes wide open.
"Onya!" Snape gasped as he went out to reach her. Onya smiled as for a moment she thought he was going to embrace her into a hug, but as if realizing where and who he was; Snape retrieved his outstretched hand and looked around him.
Madame Pomfrey raised her eyebrows and concealed a grin,
"Well, you know- I have a lot of things to be getting on with and well- I'll just leave- you-two-to. ." she trailed off into a mumble and quickly departed, closing the curtain behind her. Snape returned his gaze to Onya and smiled,
"How are you feeling?" He asked in a soft, comforting voice. Onya returned his smile and nodded slowly, she did not feel like talking. Onya continued to look at Snape as he nodded back, understanding. A few moments passed where the two just looked at each other when Onya suddenly broke the silence,
"What happened, Severus?" She asked nervously, as though she was almost scared of the question, or the answer.
Snape bit his lower lip,
"You, you fell into-" He tried to tell her, swallowing hard.
"The lake, yeah, I remember that much. But, how did I get out? Did you save me?" Snape swallowed again and breathed deeply,
"No, I didn't. Not really anyway." He replied. At that very moment as if like magic Madame Pomfrey suddenly re-appeared at the curtains,
" Oh yes, Severus, sorry I just can't remember, what did I tell you was wrong with Onya when you came in carrying her after rescuing her from the lake?" Madame Pomfrey asked, trying to sound genuine, but stressing the last few words a little too much to be realistic. She added a quick smile to Onya and again made her departure.
Onya narrowed her eyebrows,
"Why didn't she wait for you to answer her?" She asked confused.
Snape took a deep breath in,
"I just can't imagine" Snape said sarcastically.
Onya smiled,
"Thank you Severus." She told him earnestly.
Snape smiled back.
"You're welcome."
As if driven by a sudden new force Snape suddenly placed his hands onto Onya's cheeks and quickly made his lips meet hers in a powerful kiss.
He pulled back as quickly as he had kissed her and stood up quickly.
"I-I, I must go." He told her with short breaths. Onya, who was still in shock opened her mouth to speak but changed her mind, then swallowed and nodded slightly mechanically, her eyes wide.
"Well, yes Professor. Well, goodbye then." She rushed out, not meeting his eyes.
"Yes. Well, goodbye."
"Bye."
"Bye."
"I thought you were going?"
Snape nodded and with that swept his way through the curtains. Onya heard the hospital door slam behind him as she felt her heart fall.