Chapter Thirty Five

Healing Of The Wounds

Harry bolted upright in his bed, trying to muffle the scream that expelled from his lips. His scar was on fire and he was in shock. It had not bothered him for so long and now it was back worst than ever. Rubbing his eyes he tried to think back to what he was dreaming. Only one thing came back to him, Voldemort was mad and he heard him say "She is mine now, when I'm done with her you can have your turn." and then he had cursed someone with the Cruciatus Curse. That was when Harry had woke up in pain, both physical and emotional. He was so confused by these dreams, part of him wanted to run through the halls screaming for someone to help whoever was being hurt, while another part of him just wanted to hide and forget about it. This time he would have forget about it, he needed to get back to sleep in just a few hours he would be heading for classes and he really did not want to get in trouble for falling asleep in them or spacing out. Harry laid back down and rolled over in his bed determined to sleep. After what seemed like an eternity he finally managed to rest again. This time his dreams were more pleasant, he was flying on his broom high above the Quidditch field. He could hear Jordan announce the score it was Gryffindor 150 to Slytherin 40, they were crushing the snakes. Harry saw movement out of the corner of his eye, turning his head he saw the golden snitch just a few feet below. Surveying the scene he saw Draco down at the other end of the field hopelessly lost. Lowering his broom slowly so not to draw attention he closed in on the snitch. He reached for it, his fingers just closing around it when he was thrown from his dream by the sounds of morning activity. It was time to get up, rubbing his eyes once again he sat up reaching for his glasses. Placing them on his face he stumbled out of bed and made his was to the shower. Finding Ron there alone, Harry playfully grabbed his butt has he passed heading for his own stall. Harry washed quickly knowing he had to be to Potions in 15 minutes. Dressing he followed Ron down the stairs to the common room where they met Hermione, Neville and Ginny. The group of friends walked together through the castle to the cold, dark dungeon.

"Open your books to page 715, The Wound-Healing Potion. You will need Erumpent fluid, Bubotuber pus and Monkshood from my supplies, you can get the rest of the ingredients from your own stash. This potion should take you no more then 30 minutes to complete as it is not difficult for accomplished wizards to brew.. then again take the full 45 minutes. I don't want you all straining yourselves."

Everyone started to shuffle around collecting the ingredients and setting up their cauldrons. Students entered the private storeroom under Snape's watchful eye, rushing back to their desk before he found a reason to get pissed at them. Hermione knew just what he needed a nice long relaxing break with her. With just minutes until the end of class she dropped in some Doxy eggs into her potion, changing it from the deep purple that it should be to a lime green. Placing a panicked look on her face she flipped through the pages of her book looking for what she did wrong. She had barely turned a few pages when he swooped down in front of her ripping the book from her hands.

"Miss Granger, what do you think your doing?"

Hermione looked into his eyes in what she hoped looked like fear.

"I- I'm sorry professor, I must have done something wrong."

"No doubt, but not to worry you can try again.. in detention tonight. Stay after class so I can set the time with you."

Hermione lowered her head mumbling "Yes sir."

The bell rang moments later releasing the grateful students. Harry and Ron tried to wait for Hermione but Snape threw them out, slamming the door behind them. Hermione walked up to his desk holding her sorry look on her face. He walked up behind her locking his arm around her middle, pinning her arms to her sides.

"Tell me Miss Granger, why did you add doxy eggs to your potion?"

"I thought I could help you out if I had time to talk to you."

He released her and she turned around looking up into his eyes.

"How can you help me out, as you put it?"

Coming up on her tiptoes she placed a gentle kiss on his lips. He smiled at the contact.

"I thought I could help you heal your own wounds, see you at eight."

Hermione walked around him and left the dungeon. Leaving Severus smiling like a kid and as bubbly as the bath they had taken so long ago.