Disclaimer: I am but a poor soul, madly in love with all things Harry, but sadly none of it is mine.

(Please note, very mild swearing in this chapter, no F-words or derogatory insults)

I awoke the next morning completely bedfuddled as to where I was. Then slowly, as though my brain was wrapped in wool, the events of yesterday came back to me. Right, I was in St. Mungo's after suffering from a minor heart attack.

Finnigan, excuse me, Doctor Finnigan sauntered into my room with a bright smile on his face. Perhaps I was being released from this germ-ridden hellhole. "Morning Professor," The Irish lilt on his tounge made him seem all the more cheery. "I trust you slept well last night? And that you are feeling all right this morning?"

"Yes, yes" I snapped. "Now, can I get back to Hogwarts? I missed a whole day of teaching yesterday and who knows what may have happened by"

The dumbass simply laughed. "Sorry Professor, but we have a strict ten-day-wait policy for all heart attack victims, no matter how minor or severe it may have been. You should be out in ten days indeed."

"But why?" My voice took on a whiny tone. "I feel fine, better than I have in a long time I dare say, and I do doubt I will suffer from another heart attack." But my complaints, cajoling, and even threats did not faze this young man. Thinking back I supposed Finnigan always had been rather patient, never speaking out against my orders, or point-giving methods. But nonetheless, I am Severus Pheredin Snape, Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and I will bloody leave here whenever I damn well please. So I thought.

I went to stand up and realized the Sedating potion I had been given had not quite worn off yet, as I immediately became dizzy and light-headed. I supposed I didn't want to leave quite yet. But then another thought made me reconsider staying for ten days. That reason's name was: Hermione Granger.

With all of the other events recently, I had forgotten she had her little Potion Maker job here. That meant...something she had touched was now flowing through my body, and healing me. Well I could think of other ways for her to heal me, that also involved touching...No! Oh Merlin, my mind was in the gutter. Still, there was no denying that sex with Hermione was the best sex ever. Even if it looked like I would never have that again.

After a few more hours asleep, I was very pleased to find that I could stand up and walk over to the toilet that I realized I desperately needed to use. I began to wonder if the next ten days would be spent in solitary confinement, or if I would be allowed out of this drab white room. Drab, and white, described my new 'chambers' quite well...wooden bed, with white sheets, blanket and pillows, white walls and white floors. The tiny window in my door (also white) gave the remarkable view of a white hallway. This was going to be the longest ten days of my life...

The hospitals I know have a policy like this, so I applied it to St. Mungo's. I have no idea what goes on elsewhere.

A/N: Voila, chapter 4 up and running! Reviews please!

Oh and to all my lovely reviewersTHANK YOU ALL SO SO MUCH! You can't know how happy I get every time I read these reviews. Also, Hermione's reason for leaving will be explained very soon. I expect one of the next few chapters will be from her POV. I'm sorry if I seem jumpy between characters, but I really want to get both of their thoughts and feelings in, while keeping things current.