Chapter four
I knew it, you slimo
She was watching her wound while thinking, and when she looked up again, Snape was gone. She was lying down. What? Had she been asleep? She was still in the hospital wing. Her leg was still healing.
"Professor Snape??'' she whispered. The room was quiet and dark. What time was it? She felt dizzy and completely confused. Her head poundering. She rose trying to stand on her leg. She could walk all right. She entered the corridor outside of the hospital wing. It was getting light outside. She humped silently back to the Gryffindor tower.
The common room was a mess. What if McGonagall saw this? There were beer bottles and... toilet paper all around. Fred and George had obviously crashed in one of the divas of the common room, covered with toilet paper. Typical. They had no respect for their common room just because they were out of Hogwarts. She wrinkled her nose at them and cleaned up the mess with a few flicks with her wand and a few whispers. Then she was off to the girl's dormitory, exhausted.
She undressed and got to bed. Her leg still hurt. She was also still a bit drunk. She couldn't have slept more than an hour. Hermione lay there for a second trying to remember what she had said and done to professor Snape. It was already 4 am. She knew she had assaulted him several times. Strange he weren't angrier with her. She giggled when she came to think off that she was sure he was obsessed with loving her. She smiled at the thought that Snape might be afraid of her. What was going to happen tomorrow? She fell a sleep.
wow, sorry this was very short..
sorry again, for takin' so long until updating.. been very busy. I'll try to keep you updated