Airiala went to visit Snape in Hagrid's hut every evening for the week he was forced to remain there.

Sometimes he would be sleeping, so Airiala spent her time talking to Hagrid or just watching over him as he slept.

When he was awake, he complained. Airiala never thought she had ever heard anyone complain as much as that man.

At first he complained about the pain he was feeling, then he complained about being forced to remain in Hagrid's hut, then he complained about her.

"Do you know how much danger you put yourself in by coming to find me? You should have remained at Hogwarts," Snape said one night after Hagrid had gone to bed.

"I was concerned. Albus had told me how worried he was about you he was and that made me worried as well."

"That is no excuse to put yourself in danger," he replied. Airiala picked up a bowl of soup she had made in Hagrid's kitchen and offered it to Snape.

"I made this for you," she said. Snape narrowed his eyes before sitting up carefully and taking the bowl from her.

When he moved, the blanket covering him fell revealing his upper torso, which Airiala had to force herself not to look at. Dumbledore had been able to heal the minor wounds, but the largo one on his side had to be wrapped up tightly for a few days before Dumbledore could even attempt to heal it.

Airiala's eyes betrayed her and wandered from the point on the wall she was attempting to concentrate on to Snape's body.

He had the planes and muscles of a man who worked out everyday. He looked delightful. His arms, though small, were definably defined. Airiala couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have those arms wrapped around her. His chest had very little hair, which didn't bother her cause she never was a fan of body hair.

A slight breeze had started blowing though the room, causing Snape to shiver slightly.

"Would you mind not blowing wind around the room?"

His voice broke Airiala out of her analysis of his body and her eyes flew up to his face. The breeze stopped instantly.

"It was starting to get cold in here," Snape said still eating the soup, not looking at her.

"No problem," Airiala said calmly. He hadn't noticed her staring at him as she let out a breath.

Snape finished the soup and handed the bowl back to her. "I don't know how much longer I could have eaten Hagrid's cooking."

Airiala smiled as she walked over to the kitchen sink and started to wash the dishes she had used. "I know what you mean."

Snape watched her back as she washed the dishes. He had a strange urge to thank her for saving his life, but he couldn't do it. Every time he tried it ended up turning into a complaint about her actions.

Airiala walked back over to him after finishing with the dishes. "You should rest," she said indicating he should lie down.

"Now's the time," he thought as he unknowingly complied with her request. "Just say 'thank you' before she leaves."

Airiala, careful no to touch him, covered him with the blanket and flipped off the light.

Airiala moved to the door and opened it, letting in the small amount of moonlight there was. "Goodnight professor," she said before leaving Hagrid's hut leaving Snape in the dark.

Snape mentally cursed himself after she left. He could have thanked her for something she did for him tonight, but instead he said nothing and just let her leave.

"Goodnight," he said before falling asleep, listening to Hagrid's snores.

Airiala walked to her room and fell onto her bed, exhausted. She fell asleep without even bothering to change out of her clothes. Her dreams were calm and happy.