Summary: Their reactions
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that privlege belongs to the wonderful JKR
First fanfic, lemme know if it sucks!
Hermione's mouth dropped open as she gazed at Professor Dumbledore. Severus simply glared at the older man and crossed his arms across his chest. Dumbledore gave a small smile before moving to the bedside.
"How are you, Severus?" Severus remained glaring at him. Hermione sighed and moved beside the Headmaster.
"I found him last night, Professor. Actually, he found me." After receiving a sharp look from the Headmaster, Hermione continued. "He slammed into me, and knocked all my books from my hands. I was on my way back to the dormitory from the library. I was going to take him to the Hospital Wing, but he was semi-conscious and told me to come here. I brought him down here and, with his instruction, gave him the needed potions. I also stitched several stab wounds on his upper thigh." Professor Dumbledore nodded and reached to pull the covers back. Exposing Severus's upper thigh, Dumbledore inspected the wounds and their bandaging. With another sharp glance to Severus, the Headmaster turned to Hermione. He gave her a long look and the young woman started to squirm under his scrutiny.
"You did very well, Miss Granger. The stitching here is very good for a first-timer. And I suspect you are a first-timer aren't you?" Hermione nodded, her face turned toward the floor to hide her blush. "You did right in bringing Severus down here, for he would have caused Poppy quite a bit of trouble." Hermione nodded again.
"Will he be ok, Professor?" There was a small note of concern for her Professor in her voice and Dumbledore looked at her kindly.
"He'll be fine. Just a little TLC and he'll be back to our loved, snarky Professor Snape." Severus gave a growl of frustration at being ignored. "In the meantime, Severus, complete bed rest will do wonders for you." Severus rolled his eyes and Hermione felt a brief pang of pity for the person who had to take care of him day and night. As if reading her mind, Dumbledore gave a brilliant smile. "And since you and Miss Granger seem to be getting along so well, I am going to assign her to you." Both Hermione and Severus were speechless. As they, at the same time, started to sputter protests, Dumbledore held up a hand. "Now now, no fussing. Miss Granger, you will be excused from all classes and any exams will be postponed. Severus, I will take over your classes while you recuperate. Miss Granger, I will have Dobby available for you. Have a good day, children." With his last statement, Professor Dumbledore turned and walked out the door leaving Hermione and Severus staring at each other, mouths agape. As the door closed with a soft click, Severus started his rant.
"I most certainly will not stay here with you! I refuse to be molly-coddled like a child when I'm perfectly able to get up and about by myself." Hermione closed her eyes and counted to ten. As Severus went on and on, she counted to twenty, then one hundred. She opened her eyes when he finally went quiet. Out of breath and still fuming, Severus's usually pale face was beet red, his hands clenched. Hermione looked down and realized that she, too, had clenched her hands into fists in an effort to remain calm. Forcing herself to relax, she asked in her calmest voice, "Professor, can I get you anything?" Severus's eyes widened, showing the whites of his eyes. As he started to fume again, Hermione sighed and turned to walk out of the room.
"Where are you going, Miss Granger? I'm not done yelling at you yet!" Hermione looked over her shoulder at him.
"Professor Dumbledore did not say that I had to stay in this room with you and listen to you rant and rage. If you need anything, I will be in the living room. Just yell and I will come." As the door shut behind her, she heard what distinctly sounded like an empty vial crash against the door. Shaking her head at the rantings of a grown man, Hermione moved to one of the bookcases and selected a book. Pulling it down, she looked at the cover and was mildly surprised. Sword in the Storm - David Gemmel. She had seen the book on the shelves of several muggle book stores and had been wanting to read it. Sitting down on the sofa, she curled her legs under her and lost herself in the world of Connavar and the Rigante.
