Title: Give Me Your Answer, Do
Rating: T
Pairing: HGSS
Disclaimer: We are but poor fans, and own nothing.
Chapter 3
With a roll of the eyes, Hermione stashed her pen back in her bag and pulled out her wand. A muttered spell later and Severus was floating mid-air beside her. She stood and dusted herself off, frowning at her unconscious colleague before guiding him towards the Infirmary.
Completely fed-up with snarky, secretive Potions Masters, Hermione told her comatose companion exactly what she thought of him. "You complain that I'm a hassle! I mean honestly...any normal man would mention something like an allergy when they had a fistful of flowers shoved in their face. But nooo, not Big Bad Snape! You have to be all stubborn and ridiculous, and nearly get yourself killed, rather than sharing a little piece of information like that!"
Hermione pushed the front doors of the castle open and continued her rant. "And to think you were sniping at me about that stupid bush, you hypocritical git. 'Don't have the time nor the desire to brew you a potion, Miss Granger'. 'You're a complete dunderhead, Miss Granger'. Well who's the dunderhead now, Severus? I'm not the one whose bony arse is being dragged through the halls of Hogwarts. Imagine fainting! I never thought I'd see the day when the Scary Potions Master couldn't handle a few allergy symptoms. I have half a mind to drop you once or twice before we get to the infirmary! "I'm sooo sorry, Professor," she mimed in a girlish voice. "It's just that the way back to the castle was so long, and I'm just a young witch, not nearly as strong as YOU. It's no wonder I couldn't handle such a simple task as looking after you. Oh yes, and I figured dropping you on your head might knock some sense into you!" At this, she reached the Hospital Wing and whisked him through the Infirmary doors and dropped him rather abruptly on a bed. The impact was not enough to wake him, however.
More's the pity.
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When Hermione first burst through the front doors of Hogwarts, she was too incensed to notice the two students who had ducked behind a suit of armor. One of the miscreants looked down at the rolled herbs in his hand. "Roger, I am never trying this...what did you call it? Pan?...again. I just thought I saw Mistress Granger levitating Snape through the hall...yelling at him."
Roger looked shaken. "Pot," he corrected absently, "and I know exactly what you mean. Mum was right...it does rot your brain. Let's get back to the common room."
A/N: Sadly, our little adventure comes to its conclusion next chapter. If you've been enjoying, leave us a review!