Onya lay in her bed, refusing to eat the chocolate that sat abandoned on her bed side table. She pulled the white hospital wing sheets up to her neck and lay on her side, staring out of the window into the daylight.
Her thoughts were stuck on one thing.-Or person.
Snape.
A sigh was let out as her mind once again returned back to the same old thought that had been torturing her mind for the past five days.
Snape hates me.
For the umpteenth time the memory of the kiss she had shared with him flooded her mind to counteract her previous one.
How can he hate you? He KISSED you remember? It seemed to tell her.
She shook her head to try and dispel all memories and thoughts on Snape; he had not come to visit her at all since that night. Madame Pomfrey had insisted she rested in the hospital wing for as long as she wanted to make sure she took the mixture she needed to make a full recovery.
At that moment, as if summoned by Onya's thoughts, Madame Pomfrey appeared in Onya's line of sight.
She walked up to the bed and sat down on the side of it; she sighed and looked at Onya's solemn face.
"I'm sure he is just really busy, he did spend a lot of time with you when you were unconscious, and he is probably just attending to all the work that he missed." Madame Pomfrey told her as if she were reading Onya's thoughts.

A grateful smile appeared on Onya's lips even though she knew that was not the reason for Snape's absence.
She pulled back the covers and sat with her legs over the side of the bed next to Madam Pomfrey.
"Here you go." Madam Pomfrey handed her a green cordial.
"Thanks." Onya took it and gulped the mixture down in one go.
"How are you feeling?" Madam Pomfrey asked caringly.
"Better thanks." She told her.
"When are you thinking about going back?" She asked, trying to sound casual.
"Trying to get rid of me?" Joked Onya.
"Of course not! I love having you here, someone to talk to." Madam Pomfrey chuckled.
"Yeah, and thank you for all your help, and not just on medical issues." Said Onya with a distinct grin and laugh, then she added with a more serious face,
"But- I suppose I can't really stay up here any longer. I have to go face the music!"
"And dance. Yeah, I understand. Well be sure to come and visit me yeah? It can get a bit lonely up here you know!"
Onya smiled,
"Of course." And with that she pulled Madame Pomfrey into a huge embrace before clambering off the bed to get dressed and go and face Snape.