A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Writing Club September:
Assorted Appreciation
Rose Tyler - Write about a character with a plant or floral name. Alt - Dialogue: "I made my choice a long time ago, and I'm never gonna leave you."
All Sorts of Space: 14: Atlas - Basically Home Base: (setting) Hogwarts / Voltron alt: The Castle
Marvel Appreciation: 8: (Characteristic) Strong
Lyric Alley: 10: Telling me what your heart meant
Insane Prompt Challenge: 433: Occasion – proposal
Word count: 1018
"I made my choice a long time ago, I'm never going to leave you." Severus stared at the witch in front of him. Her eyes were shining with sparks of fire, like gemstones. He took a deep breath and nodded. The battle had ended, a horrid event full of bloodshed and tears. She was still standing, despite a bleeding gash on her arm. He was still standing, albeit weak and dizzy from the snake's venom. Part of him wondered if this was even real. Or if it was a delusion brought on by the venom, a delusion he only could dream was real. He reached out and touched her face. It felt real. She took his hand in hers.
"If this is truly what you want Miss Granger," he whispered. Who was he to argue with a delusion? And if by some insane chance he really was standing here talking to Hermione Granger, who had just said she wanted to stay with him, well, he'd had dreams that started exactly like this.
"It is, sir, don't try and persuade me otherwise. We promised we'd see this through, and now that we have, I don't want to go it alone. I can't even begin to image a day where you're not by my side."
"You're real," he finally stated the room slowly spinning to a stop. A flash of worry crossed her face and she helped him sit down on the cold floor. She slid to the floor next to him, her legs crossed beneath her.
"Yes, Severus. I'm real. You're real, my feelings for you... are real. Let's see if we can get you some medical help before we continue this conversation, otherwise I might end up having to repeat this same conversation again." She looked around and sighed.
"They're busy dealing with the actual injured. Are you stable enough to wait?"
"I am fine, Miss Granger. Merely weak and a tad dizzy. I will recover in time. You're the one bleeding." He reached out and touched her shoulder. She winced.
"I was so busy worrying about you, about declaring my undying love for you, that I didn't notice. Is it bad?"
"I do not know, hold still. I will have to remove your shirt. Do I have your permission?" She giggled slightly, but nodded. Carefully he pulled the torn fabric from her body revealing an emerald colored bra. He raised an eyebrow but refrained from saying anything.
"It's not deep, that's good. Do you remember what cut you?"
"No. Does it matter?"
"It does if it was a rusty blade or a poisoned one. I don't see any immediate signs of poison thankfully."
"Am I going to need stitches?" Severus stared at her for a moment before giving a short laugh.
"Merlin, Hermione, you're a witch, no stitches in the magical world." She nodded slowly laying her head against his chest. "Don't even think about going to sleep on me, if you hit your head and don't remember."
"I didn't hit my head, Severus," she replied as he ran his fingers through her hair.
"Are you certain?" he asked pulling his fingers back and showing them to her. There were covered in blood. Her eyes widened slightly.
"I... don't remember..." Severus nodded standing. The room was still spinning, but he ignored it as he gently picked Hermione up in his arms.
"My injuries don't require immediate attention, a head wound however, does," he stated carrying her to the infirmary. He wrapped his cloak around her to keep anyone else from seeing her almost naked torso.
"Severus! Are you hurt?" Madame Pomfrey raced over to him.
"Not me, her," he stated gently revealing Hermione. She blinked at the sudden light. "She's got a head wound, I can't tell how bad."
"Bring her over here, and if you're not injured, start helping! You know enough that you make yourself useful." Severus nodded laying Hermione on the bed. She smiled at him.
"I'll be fine, go save everyone else," she said as Poppy started fussing over her. "Just don't forget to come back," she added.
"I will," he promised. She nodded as Madame Pomfrey started running diagnostic spells to check how badly her head had been hurt.
"It's not as serious as it looks apparently. And despite what Professor Snape seems to think, you do not have a concussion."
"Good, is there anyway I can help?"
"I don't want you up and running around. It might not be serious, but I don't want it to become serious. Here, you can start wrapping these bandages, Merlin knows we'll need them." Hermione started on the task set in front of her. She'd nearly finished the basket when Severus was suddenly standing beside her.
"No concussion," she reported. "You doing alright?"
"Yes. Now that we know you're thoughts are not muddled by your head injury, repeat what you said to me earlier."
"Which part? The one where I say you can remove my shirt or the part where I am trying to pledge my love for you?" she asked with a smirk. She had noticed him trying very hard not to look at her chest.
"The second part, Miss Granger."
"I think, after all of this, you might consider calling me 'Hermione', especially since you're holding my hand." He looked down and blinked. Subconsciously he'd reached over and taken her hand in his.
"I believe you are right, Hermione. You said you wanted to stay with me, where ever I go, where ever I might end up?"
"I'm not going to Azkaban with you, if it comes to that, but yes. I'll do with you anywhere else, if you'll have me." He nodded, glanced around, and picked her up in his arms kissing her passionately. Behind him, he heard the sound of clapping. A quick look revealed Poppy and Minerva both smiling.
"Took you long enough," Minerva stated slipping Poppy a galleon. Hermione blushed but didn't make a move to leave Severus' arms. Instead, she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck pulling him in a deep kiss ignoring everyone around her.