Summary: Severus's point of view after Hermione walks out

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the great JKR does.

My first fanfic...lemme know if it sucks!


Severus fumed and glared at the door. It had been two hours judging by the strikes of the clock, and the blasted girl still had not come in. He had lain in bed, not saying a word aloud. The way he figured it, yelling at her in his mind didn't count. By now, his body was telling him that he no longer had a choice…he had to get up now or wet the bed. Growling, Severus slowly inched his way to the edge of the bed. Sliding his legs off the edge, he sat up straight and stretched his cramped back. Still moving slowly, he slid down until his feet touched the cold floor. Hissing, he jerked his feet back and snapped a stitch with the movement. Cursing silently, Severus raised the leg of his boxers and watched blood seep from the busted stitch, the rest of the stitches loosening as well. Cursing aloud now, Severus glared at the door again. Determined not to call for Hermione, Severus slid to the floor again. Shuffling across the floor, he reached the door and turned the handle quietly. Stepping out into the hallway, he looked down the wall to the living room. He saw the young woman curled up on the couch reading a book. Snorting, Severus turned to go to the bathroom. What he didn't realize was that his small snort had startled Hermione from her reading. Watching him shuffle down the hall, the young woman raised an eyebrow.

"Need some help, Professor?" Her soft voice startled him, and he spun around to face her. The sudden movement jerked the rest of his stitches out and he gave a moan of pain. Instantly, Hermione was by his side, her book lay forgotten on the arm of the sofa. "Come on, Professor, I need to replace the stitches you just busted." Severus glared at her.

"And I need to use the lavatory. I won't die between now and then, Miss Granger." Hermione sighed and took the older man by his upper arm.

"I couldn't get that lucky, Professor. Here, let me help you to the bathroom." Suddenly weak, Severus slumped against the smaller girl, who took his weight without complaint. Opening the door, she helped him to the toiled, and then turned to leave him to his business. Severus watched her go out the door, closing it softly behind her. Barely able to stand, he finished his business, blood still dripping down his leg. He managed to make it to the sink and sneered at the man in the mirror. He washed his hands and called through the door, "Ok, Miss Granger." Walking in noiselessly, she helped him back to bed without a word. Reaching again for her needle and thread, Hermione set to work re-stitching his wounds. As Severus lay watching her, he noticed the way her hands moved. Small and quick, she moved without hesitation. Her eyes were fixed so intently on what she was doing that Severus was surprised his leg didn't catch fire. As she tied off the last stitch, Hermione glanced up at his face to find him watching her.

"Trying to make sure I don't stab you, Professor?" Severus didn't smile as he answered her.

"Just making sure, Miss Granger." Rolling her eyes, Hermione put her supplies away.

"Is there anything else I can get you, sir?" Severus smirked.

"Why, yes, there is. If you could get me breakfast, I would be most appreciative." Refusing to rise to the bait, Hermione nodded.

"And what would you like, sir?" Severus smirked again.

"Ah. Well, coffee. Strong coffee. And eggs, toast and bacon." Hermione nodded.

"Yes sir. I'll be back with that shortly. For now, why don't you lay back and rest." Severus smirked as the door closed behind her and laid back, hands behind his head. Extremely pleased with the way that had gone, he closed his eyes. When Hermione opened the door to peek in on him five minutes later, she found him sound asleep. Closing the door, she chuckled and walked back to the couch. Glancing at the clock in the corner, she decided that she would let him sleep half an hour before waking him up for breakfast. Calling Dobby, she curled her legs under her and picked her book up again. When the elf appeared, she smiled at him.

"Hello again, Dobby. In about thirty minutes, I'm going to need a plate of breakfast for Professor Snape." Dobby quirked his head to the side.

"In thirty minutes Miss? Why not now?" Hermione smiled at him again.

"The professor is currently sleeping. I'm going to give him thirty minutes before I wake him up. I would let him sleep longer, but he needs to eat before it gets too late in the morning and his blood sugar drops." Dobby nodded, huge ears flapping.

"Ok Miss. Thirty minutes, breakfast for the mean Snapey." As Dobby turned to go, he seemed to remember something and turned back. "Umm…Miss? What does the mean Snapey want for breakfast?" Hermione chuckled and patted him on top of his elfey-head.

"Coffee, not too strong. Toast and bacon, no eggs." Dobby smiled and disappeared with a pop. Still chuckling, Hermione turned back to her book…She had to get Connavar through this fight and then she would wake the mean Snapey.