Once again I do not own anything. Not the characters, not the setting, not even my car, so…
Chapter 1
Hermione followed by a still unconscious Snape, headed down to the dungeons. She opened the parchment, and went to the entrance to Snape's quarters. She had never extinguished the lumos spell, and read the parchment by wand light. It read: Password to wards: Je jure l'amour éternel de haine. She voiced these words, and the green and silver double door, swung open. She looked around, and found that his chambers were nothing like the man himself. The man who was lying still floating in the air, was dark, and formidable. His chambers were pleasant, done in green of course, but it was every shade, from a light sage, to a deep emerald.
There were two sofa's in the sitting room, both a deep black, with two emerald pillows. A chandelier, consisting of ten silver snakes, with emerald eyes. A fireplace, with a silver mantle. There were four doors that led out of this room, All mahogany wood, with intricate designs on them, the one next to the fireplace with an Indian Cobra, the one next to that with a Common Krait. Across the room, the third door, had a Russell's Viper, and the fourth door, a Saw-Scaled Viper. Each door had a snake from India's Big Four.
She opened the third door, and was happy to find a bedchamber, cluttered with her things, but as she opened the other doors she realized there was only one bedroom. She directed Snape onto the bed, and began undressing him with a professional demeanor. First, came the outer robe, followed by the inner ones, then the pants. Even with professionalism she blushed when she saw he even wore black boxers. He flinched and then he started writhing, and convulsing. She sat Indian style and pulled him into her lap. Cradling his head, she held him as tight as she could, until the convulsions became shudders, and then subsided. She laid him on the bed once again, and covered him, with the black silk comforter.
She then looked around the bedroom, there were two dressers, both black, the floor was a deep cherry wood, and the four poster bed was covered in black and green silk. The dressers were covered with the things the house elves had brought, and she immediately began rearranging her suitcases, and then shrinking them, to be placed next to the silver tray, which held a number of different pain potions, and six dreamless sleep potions. She noticed a mirror, and shuffled over to it. She glanced in and that glance told her she needed a bath, badly. There was grime and blood on her face, her eyes sunken and hollow, her clothes were covered in some greasy antiseptic cream that Poppy had used. Her hair was a terrible mess, and… She stopped there just agreeing to find the nearest washroom, and use it.
Luckily she found one right next to Snape's Chambers, she grabbed the suitcase she had put nightclothes and toiletries in, and went into the bathroom. The bathroom, was a mixture of black marble with white veining and silver fixtures. The bath was a giant clawed tub, with the same motif as everything else. Black and white marble, andSilver accent pieces.
She quickly turned on the hot water faucet, and undressed. Then she opened the suitcase, and got out lavender bath oils, a green silk robe, her mother had gotten her, shampoo, conditioner, soap, and a towel. She poured in the bath oils, and placed everything besides the robe next to the elegant tub. She cracked the door a little so she could hear Professor Snape if he awoke. The water felt magnificent against her skin, and she washed and conditioned her hair in the scent of Tiger Lilies. She used vanilla smelling body wash, and rinsed off. She got out, grabbed the towel, and turned to drain the tub. Halfway through bending over, she startled when the silence was broken by a pained wail, and dropped her towel into the still full tub of water. Not caring if the silk got ruined by the water, she hastily pulled it on, and quickly tied it shut. Running into the bedroom, she saw that he was writhing on the bed, this attack was worse than the others. He actually fell off of the bed, and split open the side of his face. Blood pooling on the floor was the only sign she had to act quickly, before he hurt himself more.
She rushed over to him as the spasms got worse, yet again, and slithered her body underneath of him. Holding his head so tightly to her breast, she knew it would bruise in the morning, but for lack of a better option she kept him there. She held on while he flailed his arms, and tried to get away, and then finally seized the opportunity and wrapped them around her back. He held her in a perverse type of bone crunching hug, and she didn't make a sound. She heard a rib crack, and tried to breath past the pain in her right side. Finally the tremors subsided. She let go slowly, and poured herself from the bed onto the floor, where she started crying silently, for what seemed like hours, just wanting to scream around the pain, but didn't want to wake Professor Snape, she would have to remember the unbreakable spell next time. Finally she got up and took some pain potion, after that started working, when the pain that she still felt was bearable, she went into the bathroom.
She rooted through the medicine cabinet through all types of potions, and got out some bandages, and some anti infection salve. When she got back into the bedroom, she headed over to the bed, and sat down, next to his head. Applying the salve, and then the bandages were tedious work, especially on the face, and even more tedious, when the patient was asleep. When she was done, she knew she was in trouble because the pain potion was already starting to wear off, and she felt more than one rib was broken. She walked into the sitting room, and muttered curatio and felt at least three bones re-knit themselves.
The immediate pain was horrendous, but then there was release. All she smelled was fire, and she was warm, then it died down. It still hurt a little, which was a sign of just how damaged she had been. She had found that particular spell in a book, unsure if it would work or not, because it only worked for the pure of mind, body, soul, and motive, so that meant testing it was out. Once a magical person hit eighteen, the legal testing age, most of them were not pure anymore. But, now that she knew that the spell had worked, it was time to use it on the Professor.
On a wistful air, she glided into the room, she performed Ostendo sum totus vulnus, which was a wandless magic, and all his injured areas started to glow. She spoke into the wind emanating from her body and found it was almost as thick as water, bubbles rose when she spoke. Rememdium Totus Vulnus. Which was a variation on the Curatio spell. Meaning cure all wounds. She watched as the glowing areas faded, and smiled at herself.
As the afterglow, from performing the spell, faded, her own wounds decided it was time she tended to them. She took out one of the suitcases containing "muggle" clothes, and picked a soft cotton t-shirt, and a pair of hip hugger jeans. After going through all the suitcases in vain, she realized, that the house elves, didn't find her secret stash of her comfortable underwear and bra's. After Lavender, Parvati, and on occasion, Ginny, started going through her underwear drawer saying she needed to spice things up. Once they realized she wasn't going to do anything about it, they started taking her old ones. Forcing her to buy new 'sexier' ones and realizing that if she valued comfort over style, she needed to find a hiding spot for her old undergarments.
So she did, and she kept the new ones in her drawers, taking them out, and putting them in the laundry every week. Now it seems that she hid them too well, and the house elves had not seen them. She looked over everything again, and decided on an burgundy push-up bra as a lesser evil, and a matching racy burgundy thong. She exchanged the t-shirt for a peasant top, which unfortunately displayed her cleavage, but who would see it. Well, not even who would see it, but who would care. It just didn't feel right wearing an old t shirt with a bra that's supposed to enhance everything you had.
She walked into the bathroom and took off her robe. She put on the underwear, the bra and the pants without looking in the mirror. She realized the push up bra did its job, and offered her breasts to god in an overflowing heap. She turned around to make sure she didn't look ridiculous, and saw a gigantic multicolored bruise stretching from right next to her right breast down to right above the swell of her hips, puzzled by the discovery, because it was supposed to take at least a week to turn that ugly greenish purplish color, or not bruise at all. She put her hair up in a bun, after she had found a quill. She once again went through the medicine cabinet, for some bruise-a-way, and finally found it. She held her right arm up, and applied the cream with her left hand, teeth biting into her lip because it hurt to touch it.
It does get more enjoyable, I promise. Will update once I get 5 reviews. Why five you ask, because I said so.