Summary: The next morning.
Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potter, the magnificent JKR does. Sad.
My first fanfic, so be sure to let me know if it sucks!
As Hermione awoke the next morning, she noticed something different immediately. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she looked around the unfamiliar room. The walls were a deep burgundy, with dark oak furniture polished to a shine. A dresser sat upon one wall, facing the huge four-poster bed. Honey-colored eyes took in every detail, from the perfect creases in the drapes hanging from the bed to the impeccable shine of the nightstand. Finally, her eyes came to rest on the sleeping man in the huge bed. He looked so peaceful in sleep, she mused. Standing from her sleeping position, Hermione stretched her cramped back and walked slowly to the edge of the bed. With his face relaxed from its usual sneer, he was almost handsome. The covers had slid down to rest on his hips, and Hermione pulled them back up. She turned away from him and walked out the door, searching for his bathroom. Luckily, the first door she tried was it. She walked in and had to hold herself back from gasping. The room was huge. The toilet and sink sat on one wall, while the tub on the other. Instead of the usual bathtub, Hermione was surprised to find a Jacuzzi tub, complete with jets and several faucet heads. Walking to the sink, she looked in the mirror that rested above it. She sighed when she saw the disheveled girl peering back at her. Splashing water over her face, Hermione felt the last dregs of sleep leave her. After using the lavatory and washing her hands, Hermione headed back to the bedroom. Finding her professor still sleeping soundly, she walked back to the living room.
Still slightly surprised from her findings in the other two rooms she had visited, Hermione's eyes widened as she looked around. She couldn't tell what color the walls were, for they were covered from floor to ceiling with bookshelves packed full of books. A long sofa sat in front of a huge fireplace, which had gone out through the course of the night. Glancing at an old grandfather clock that sat in one corner, Hermione was surprised to find that it was nearly seven in the morning. She hardly ever slept in past six. As she stoked the fire, she wondered if anyone had found her missing yet. Calling for Dobby the house elf, she wrote out a quick note to Professor Dumbledore. When the little creature appeared, she looked down at him and smiled.
"Hello Dobby." The house elf bobbed his head, his great ears flapping.
"Good morning Harry Potter's friend. What can Dobby do for you?" Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled again.
"Can you take this note to Professor Dumbledore for me, please? I can't leave Professor Snape, I'm afraid." The little elf looked confused for a moment before reaching for the piece of paper.
"Is something wrong with the mean Professor Snapey?" Hermione had to bite her tongue to keep from snickering at Dobby's use of the name 'Snapey'. She smiled kindly once more at the little creature and rested a hand on his head.
"He will be fine, I just need Professor Dumbledore down here, please, Dobby." The elf nodded and disappeared with a pop. The young woman sighed and headed back toward the bedroom. When she re-entered, she saw Professor Snape glaring at her.
"Snooping around my rooms while I'm unconscious are you?" Hermione refrained from rolling her eyes and walked towards the bed-ridden man.
"I was sending Dobby the house-elf after Professor Dumbledore. I have classes today and I wanted him to know about your condition before I left." Severus raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"Good. I don't want to be stuck with you all day." Hermione did roll her eyes this time and didn't bite her tongue quick enough.
"Nor I with you, Professor. Especially not in your current state of undress." Severus smirked and looked at the covers resting on his hips, having been pushed back when he sat up.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor for being snarky in the morning." Hermione's mouth dropped open in outrage, but was saved from having to answer from a soft cough in the doorway. Professor Dumbledore stood there, eyes twinkling merrily as he surveyed the scene in front of him.
"Well, looks like you two are getting along nicely."
