Erica sat across from Snape.
"What the hell was that all about?" Snape asked furious.
"About slamming my head into a wall obviously." She said rubbing her head, she looked at her hand, little blotches of blood lingering on her fingers. She smirked.
"So she obviously found out your leaving?" he asked slamming himself into his chair.
"Obviously" she grumbled.
"Listen, not that I don't enjoy your company...or..not...but I really have to go pack, seems like Lupin's taken care of her so I have to go, the train has left and I haven't packed, Dumbledore is going to have my head, so excuse me."

She stood and made to leave but about six feet from the door she stopped dead in her tracks. He raised his eyebrow.

She grabbed the side of her neck and looked to her right to look at him, and let out a wail and dropped to her knees.
he stood abruptly and walked over and stood above her.
"What is wrong now?" he asked.
"I, I don't know, my neck, I cant move my neck..."
He rolled his eyes. She stood up and walked to the nearest chair and put her forehead on the table, she let a silent cry out as she did so.
He walked over to her.
"What happened?"
"I was walking out and it just hit like 'PANG!' and when I turned to look at you, it felt as if someone stabbed my in my neck."
"Sounds like you pulled a muscle..."
"Thank you captain obvious, but how?"
She looked up him and looked at her sourly.
"Sorry, I am just having a bad day, its not you...this time."
"MmmmHmmm,."
She growled and laid head back on the table.
"What is in your book sack?"
He heard the muffle sound of her talking against the wood that her head was facing.
"Four really thick books, one from Hagrid's class, one from Flitwick, and two from the library.., three muggle binders with loads of parchment and a couple of quills...why?"
"I think that is the problem, you are putting to much weight on that side of your shoulder or neck"
"oh..."
he moved closer, he needed to examine it, but her hair was in the way, and he really did want to move it, but he couldn't, so he would tell her to move it.yes.
"Miss Barton, Move your hair out the way so I can examine your neck..."
She moved her right arm and cursed, she moved her left up and pulled it around her neck.
He let his fingers grace over her soft, pale skin. He saw the goosebumps arise on her neck. He felt the hardness over the spot her hand had been grasping seconds ago. She reached out a grasped it again, and moaned.
He sighed. "I cant bloody well look at it if you keep doing that can I?" he asked impatiently.
He heard her growl, he picked her fingers off and gracefully slid her hair back over her shoulder, he got closer to her neck and looked at it, there was a little part that stuck up a bit...
"Stand up"
She groaned and stood.
He took a step backward and motioned for her to walk into the isle.
She rolled her eyes and walked forward. He cupped his hand her neck.
And placed his other hand on her chin. He moved her head up. She kept her eyes on the floor.
"Look at me" he ordered.
She glanced up and then back down.
"Erica...look at me..."
She glared into his eyes. He kept his eyes on her, his hand on her chin, and the other around her neck. The way he was looking at her intenlly 'probably thinks I am going to kiss her' he thought to himself.
'oh God…he's going to kiss me' she thought.
But he did not.
"keep looking at me...move your head to the left."
She did so, keeping his eye contact.

"Good. Now, right."
He saw her eyes widen and raised a eyebrow.
She moved slowly as possible to the right he saw her pupils grow wider and he saw her bite her lip and a tear came down. He found what he was looking for, if the pupils were to gow wider in the direction on the injury, she had, in fact, pulled a muscle.
She moved her head back. He wiped her tear away with his thumb.

"I am so sorry." He said softly.
She gave him a weird look. "Err...what for?"
"For hurting you."
"When just now or...way back when.."
He did a weird movment with his lips, they twitched, which on every other human would look like they had seen something bad, but on him...that was a sad smile.
"Both"
She just smiled and looked down and gave off a small laugh.
"don't be, I mean, it is obviously my fault for the neck, and it was my fault always coming to you and yeah.i don't know."
He swallowed whatever was left in his mouth. His mouth had become very dry in the past couple minutes.
He kissed her forehead and hugged her. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Oh" she said backing away.
He glanced around, uncertain of what had just happened.
"Do you have the time?"
He made this weird noise and walked to the window and looked at the sundial and turned back to her.
"two o'clock"
"I really really have to go."

And she was gone.