Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I making any money off of this. J.K. Rowling owns it all.
After all of the nice reviews I received, I decided to add just a little bit extra to the story about when they get back to Hogwarts.
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As soon as they walked through the front doors of Hogwarts, Hermione and Severus were assaulted by a hoard of people. After they were pelted with an array of questions, Madam Pomfrey dragged them to the Hospital Wing.
"I don't know why we have to come here," Severus started. "We're fine-"
The mediwitch interrupted with a snort. "You were on that island for nearly three days. You're not leaving that fast," she said and grabbed his hand. "You call this fine, Severus?"
"I can take care of it myself," he said, and pulled out his wand.
Madam Pomfrey grabbed the wand out of his hand, "No you're not. Now sit down…the both of you."
"Poppy-"
"You were both on there for nearly three days, without the proper nutrition. Mr. Potter told me a tropical storm passed through the area, and you were attacked by a snake. I bet my month's pay that you have scarred tissue around those puncture wounds."
Severus glanced down at his hand.
"At least it wasn't poisonous," Hermione murmured.
"Hermione's right, Severus. How in the name of Merlin did you get bitten anyways?"
"It was supposed to attack me," Hermione answered. "It had wrapped itself around my ankle, but Severus was able to get it off. After he threw it...I stepped on his tail, and he tried to catch it, before it attacked me. Then I made him fall over a cliff-"
The old lady's eyes widened. "You are definitely not leaving."
"Into water-"
Madam Pomfrey glared at Severus. "Anything else I need to know?"
"Hermione slid down a slope," he replied. "She was awfully muddy...and wet."
The mediwitch held up a hand. "I don't want to hear about all of your escapades on that island." She turned around. "If I didn't know who you two were, I'd swear you were children," she said, as she started to rummage through one of her cabinets.
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"I can't believe that we can get off an island, where nobody knew where we were, but we can't get out of here, where everyone knows where we're at," Severus said.
"She won't even let us sleep in our own beds," Hermione crossed her arms. "At least she let us wash up."
He snorted. "Only after she asked us every five minutes if we were alright."
"Well, look on the brightside-"
"What brightside?"
"You could be stuck here alone," Hermione smiled. "All alone with Poppy at your neck all night."
It was quite for several minutes.
"What are you doing Friday night?" Severus finally said.
Without even thinking, Hermione replied, "Nothing."
"How does dinner at seven sound?" He asked.
Hermione's eyes instantly brightened. "That sounds lovely."
A/N: Thanks to all of those who have read and reviewed; it's really appreciated! Hope everyone liked this little story. The Last Heir is not forgotten; I'm currently working on finishing the next chapter now. Thanks again!
