Uoh, don't stick around
The room was dark, when Snape and Hermione entered the hospital wing.
"Madam Pomfrey is surely sleeping…look I'll be all right, really…'' Hermione said, desperately trying to get out of there, she was so drunk. And she was scared of letting Snape notice that. She couldn't remember what she had said to Snape just before, and felt pretty dizzy. She knew she would get more drunk because she drank a whole bottle, before leaving the Gryffindor tower. The thought made her making a funny noise.
"I beg your pardon?'' Snape said staring at her. There was a pause. Hermione looked up at him.
"Huh?'' she said stupidly. Snape said nothing, leaving her on the bed.
"First, you will have to get that washed. I suppose you're able to do that yourself…?''
"I'm sure fine Professor Snape! I really must be getting back. I'm very good at walking……I mean….'' Hermione squeaked. Why was he suddenly so obsessed with her wound? He had to be crazy about her.
"Please Miss. Granger! Look at your leg! This can get worse if you don't take care of it. It must be painful.'' Snape said almost staring at her leg in disgust.
Hermione looked down at her leg. It did look pretty critical. It was already pretty swollen. It'll probably be a mess in the morning if she didn't do anything about it. But wasn't it better than letting Snape know she was drunk? Or just being here with him when he was so obsessed with her. Snape had began talking about her leg and about taking responsibility of yourself. She didn't really concentrate. She stared at his greasy hair. This was the first time she and Snape was alone together. Hermione was actually pretty scared of him. She didn't like the hate that was boiling in him constantly. When she looked at the leg, she was in pain… she suddenly looked at Snape, who was awaiting an answer. What did he ask about?
"Oh… I… oh excuse me but what did you say?'' She said trying to look like she was in pain.
,I said, miss Granger, are you used to letting your pet run off and forget all about him? I will have to draw points for such behavior.''
,No! I mean… no professor Snape, this was an accident. You see I… uhm, he didn't wanna go with me.''
,So your cat doesn't like you? I do assure you that…'' but Hermione cut him off.
,no! Crookshanks loves me and I love him, don't you ever make an mistake? Like dropping people's new brewed potions?'' Hermione regretted her words and hated herself for existing. She had to get sober very fat. She looked at Snape who was unable to move just staring furiously at her.
,Miss Granger…'' He said.
"Oh but I'll go wash it now! Then I'll go straight back to the Part… I mean the Gryffindor tower where everybody's asleep.'' She could see Snape was about to say something in protest, but she jumped down from the bed and turned her back to him, starting to walk quickly out to the big zink. But when her leg was supposed to carry her, she made a weird yawp in pain, and fell over. She tried quickly to get up, but the fall had made her leg hurt even more. Why was she so unlucky? What had she done to deserve this? And why in Snape's presence! She felt like crying. Not because of the pain, but because of this terrible situation she was put in. Right now, right here, with him, in this condition! Snape hurried to help her up. Oh gods.. He was obsessed with her!
"You can't walk Granger. Please allow me to help you. I know a rather good form of getting your leg free from bacillus'.'' He said getting her on her feet. Almost carrying her. What the hell was that? He sounded like a obsessed hygiene fool. But she kinda admitted to herself that he must have said that to calm himself down.
"Now see that! The fall made your leg worse.'' Snape said through clenched teeth. What was wrong with him? He sounded like he was some maniac when somebody got hurt.
"I'm sorry father!'' Hermione said sarcastic. There it was again… She would never get out of here alive… She felt dizzy and drunk. Snape glanced furiously at her, vecause of her words. Hermione couldn't believe she had just said that. And to professor Snape! A teacher!
"Granger! I am only trying to help you!''
Hermione looked furiously back at him. She didn't need his help! Gods he was so annoying, she could see why he would have feelings for her, but she didn't return those feeling….right? she shook her head and tried to concentrate on all those words that came out of Snape's mouth.
Snape almost carried her back onto the bed, and made a quick flick with his wand pointing at her leg. Hermione yelled in pain holding her leg. Couldn't he have warned her about the pain?
"Here, drink this healing potion.'' Snape said, handing her a bottle with some thick red liquid. She smelled it, but knew what it was and drank it. She knew that awful taste, and that it helped.
"Ohm…thanks…'' Hermione whispered. Maybe Snape wasn't that hateful as she thought. He just never got the chance… wait yes he had! How many times had he been given the chance by her and Harry to judge fair? He was weird. Suddenly now he was helping her! that bastard. He was messing with her mind. She fought the air madly like trying to get revenge on Snape.
,Uh… try to calm down miss Granger.'' Snape said.
'God he must think I'm an idiot… but he's the idiot if he hasn't realised my very wild situation of drunkenness.'