Enough.
J. K. Rowling owns absolutely everything, I am just writing the story.
Chapter 2
Snape rushed to the infirmary where Poppy awaited the Gryffindor Princess to treat her. With a wave of her wand Poppy had called potions and burn salves to aid her as Snape looked on and observed. He did not know what it was that caused him to worry over the little slip of a girl so much although he supposed she was not really a girl anymore after her use of the time turner. She must be much older by now he thought.
When Poppy had finished and ensured that Hermione would be fine Snape swept out of the infirmary to ensure it just looked as if he could not care less about the girl just did his duty as her teacher. He had almost totally convinced himself of it too, but one cannot hide the truth from oneself for too long.
He swept out of the infirmary and back to the potions class. He looked around and sighed. He thought about how useless Neville was and how this was all his fault and he would serve detention for it that evening to make up for his mistakes. He also took heavy points off Gryffindor for good measure. With a smirk he realised Minerva would not be happy with sure a severe punishment on one of her cubs. Truth be told he had a good relationship with Minerva. A competitive friendliness from being in rival houses. They even both agreed on Dumbledores obvious favouritism even though it favoured her house. It was another one of the reasons Snape was so worried about his Slytherins and despised the other houses so much. Slytherins never stood a chance, they were just assumed vile and evil from the second the Sorting Hat called out the house name. They were immediately dammed to prejudice no matter how hard they tried. He tried so hard the shepherd them away from their Death Eater parents as well as Voldemort without being too obvious, but it was very difficult, he was losing students everyday and he could do nothing but stand by and watch. He feared that once the war was finally well and truly knocking on Hogwarts door that there would be no Slytherin students left on the side of the Light. And a pity it was for there were so many promising students in Slytherins dorms. Just more people he was letting down.
No matter what Dumbledore said to him he could not shake the feeling that it was all his fault. Everything. From telling Voldemort about the Prophecy to right now and losing his students. Every shameful thing he had ever done continued to have a hold on him and tear him apart from the inside out. If he had not gotten so used to it, he felt as though the pain of his shame would be unbearable. He looked down at the Dark Mark with distain. It taunted him endlessly. He could feel a slight ache from it as if his Master were reminding him of who he really belonged to. He felt sick just looking at it. So many times he had contemplated just taking a dagger to his forearm and carving the infernal mark out of him, its not like it would have been the first time that he had taken a knife to himself although recently with Voldemort's recent "games" he almost felt as though they were enough punishment without doing it to himself too.
The rest of the day passed with relative ease to Snapes surprise. Classes passed with house points taken but no more detentions handed out. Even Neville's detention had no incidents as Snape had instructed him to clean the potions classroom without magic.
After Neville's detention at around 8 o'clock Snape retired to his chambers for some firewhiskey to help calm his nerves as usual, but again he had this strange feeling that something was not quite right. He glanced over at the stack of yet to be graded essays pilled on his desk screaming at him to be corrected. As much as he tried to deny it, he was itching to visit the Granger girl and see if she had woken up yet.
He gathered his student's pathetic essays and walked to the infirmary. He entered without a sound, he supposed growing up in a house where you were meant to be seen and not heard for fear of being beaten and spending so may years as a spy helps you pick up some skills. Madam Pomfrey looked at him sceptically but nodded politely at him as he sat down on an armchair by the still sleeping Granger to correct his students work.
He watched her chest rise and fall. She looked so peaceful and he wondered if he looked the same when he slept, he doubted it. Snape noticed a strand of curly hair had fallen into Hermione's face and without thinking he reached over to tuck it behind her ear. Just after he had done it, he yanked back his hand as if it burned. He looked at his hand very confused as to why he did it but chose not to dwell on it. He settled into his chair for a long night and most likely no sleep.
From now on there will be hopefully one chapter a week most likely on a Friday. Thanks to all so far who have been reading