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A/N: Big thanks to Tentaino_konton for the english translation!!!!!
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Chapter
1 : Life is a long, nightmarish river

Despite his
closed eyes, Severus could feel that the light was too strong. Eyelids closed
resolutely, the last thing he wished to do was open them. The pain behind his
eyes and his pounding temples didn�t allow him any respite, and he asked
himself if he had been hit or if this could be the consequences of a secret
torture Voldemort had, or just another explosion in the Potions room. After
all, this wasn�t the first time! After the catastrophe that was Neville
Longbottom, nothing could surprise him anymore.

But
strangely, he didn�t remember anything at all.

Besides reflecting on that and despising the insufferable hammering
in his head he didn�t know much about where he was. If he was in his bed, or if
he wasn�t�and if he wasn�t, he didn�t know where he was laying, if anywhere.

After a few long moments of intense concentration, some pictures
formed in his mind.

The last thing he remembered was being seated behind his desk, in
his class, correcting parchments lacking any sort of intelligence even though
his second year students were preparing the simplest potion. Even a house elf
would have been able to do it!

But then? Nothing more.

Despite the fact that his body cried for him not to stir, he opened
his eyes. The sharp light violently pierced his dilating black pupils while a
strong rush of blood ran its way through his veins to his brain. His metabolism
had difficulty in regulating the small physical issues at hand and he found
himself in groaning in pain.

He instantaneously fell backward, feeling something fleshy soften
his fall as he attempted to control his jerked breathing. This couldn�t get any
worse!

He raised his arms�why did they feel like they weighed a ton?�and
planted his hands against his burning face to reassure himself. His last memory
was definitely that of his class, because if he were near the Dark Lord, he
would not have been able to move. He had blocked it enough times to know the
difference.

Suddenly
he felt something warm press against his shoulders, and his muscles twitched
reflexively. He knew right away that they were hands, soft and comforting,
without the slightest bit of hostility. The touch changed to a gentle, nearly
unnoticeable friction.

�Severus?�
said a voice. �Don�t worry. Everything�s okay now.�

Madame
Pomfrey?

�I
turned the light above your bed in the other direction. You can try to open
your eyes now.�

The
Potions master didn�t move, feeling inexplicably embarrassed, and wished that
the Hogwarts nurse thought him still asleep. It appeared to him that his
reaction wasn�t entirely thought through, but he didn�t have a way to change
it.

�Oh! I
really thought that you were going to wake up this time. Merlin! It�s been too
long�I�m starting to worry, here.�

Oh. If
Madame Pomfrey was worrying about him, then meant that he must have been in a
really bad state, and that made things better. He decided to slowly open his
eyes, noting with relief that he was no longer bothered by the light that was
floating above his bed. He stirred slightly, and the hands on his shoulders
stopped moving before quickly removing themselves.

�Severus?�

Opening
his eyes some more, he didn�t have to take more than a second to notice that he
was in the Hogwarts infirmary. He turned his head a bit and saw that it wasn�t
Madame Pomfrey but one of her assistants seated in a chair nearby. The worry
that was apparent on her face had overtaken the comfort.

�Who�?� said
Snape in a raucous voice.

�Severus.�

He raised a brow questioningly, intent on
finding out more but before he could say anything she asked him:

�How do you feel?�

Before replying, he remarked the pain in his
head, his aversion to the light, and thus a brief feeling of nausea fluttered
through his heart. He responded:

�As if I had been drinking and that I�m too
old for this sort of thing��

�I imagine. But don�t be too hard on yourself! You�re in the primetime of your life, my dear Severus.�

�What happened?�

�Well, there was a deflagration during one of
your classes. We don�t know exactly what happened just yet but one of the
cauldrons you were preparing exploded. You got into the mindset of protecting
the students before sending them outside of your class�and then you took the
explosion and were injured.�

It was
strange. He didn�t remember anything at all! Had he made an error during his
preparation? Impossible! He never made those. One of
those snotty-nosed little brats must have put something in it while it�

�None of
your students were injured. You were extremely brave. You�re a hero! I��

�Miss Aymard!� Madam
Pomfrey cut in, sounding irritated. She made the poor young
girl jump. �I had asked you expressly to alert me the minute Snape woke up.
It�s standard procedure, you know it.�

It was
rare to see Pomfrey so irritated and he watched the young girl fidgeted in her
chair, avoiding crossing the stern look of the head nurse. She didn�t get up,
though. Severus� head didn�t really appreciate the volume of her voice; he was
under the belief that everything resonated inside, and he failed to jump in
surprise when Pomfrey nearly attacked her poor assistant in order to put her
back on the sidelines.

�I�I�m�going
to see the little girl who fell from her brush this morning.�

�She�s
over there. Go do it, then,� Pomfrey replied in a cold tone. Icy, even.

What�s
going on ?

Perplexed,
Snape raised his head, but it was pushed back by a firm hand on his pillow.

�You
know,� she continued in the same tone, �you would do well to also clean and
arrange the reserve. That�ll keep you occupied for a few hours.�

The
Potions master wasn�t an expert when it came to the way Pomfrey spoke to her
helpers, but it appeared to him that she had never used such an icy tone.
Usually, she was patient and of a rather exemplary gentleness that she showed
to every one of her patients, or to the persons that came in. But that�

He couldn�t
believe his eyes when he saw that she didn�t seem to stop being fidgety around
him: fluffing up his pillow; continuing to rub his chest with a cloth; asking
him if everything was to his convenience. He noticed her round cheeks were
slightly pink, and something intrigued him.

�Tell
me, how long have I been in here? Let me guess: a month? A year? Longer?
I�m anguished? Or is it something else? Don�t tell me that the
Boy Who Lived came to visit me?�

�My dear
friend, what are you saying?� said Pomfrey, running a hand through his
jet-black hair.

Hang on a moment. They smelled much like the wild lilies
of the valley. The wild lilies of the valley???

At that
moment, Severus knew that something wasn�t right. Never had Madame Pomfrey
involved herself in the personal life of her patients, and she wasn�t going to
do that now.

He
blinked eyes stupidly while Pomfrey continued to smooth its hair, and then
started to caress the side of his face, going down slowly towards his neck as
if she was taking his pulse. The only problem was that he knew the procedure
well, i.e. he was placed under magic control and something inside of him warned
him that this wasn�t right.

He felt
like an animal taken to a trap and he didn�t like that.

�I think
that I can go back to the dungeons now,� he barked. �I�m fine!�

�Severus,�
Pomfrey murmured, moving closer to him, �the tests that you underwent were
normal, but there�s just a little thing that bothers me and I�d prefer it if
you stayed in the infirmary tonight.�

Oh no ! He surely wasn�t going to stay there! Staying meant that he was in a
much more dangerous area, if he interpreted the signs well enough. It was worse
to be put under Crucio or to jump into a volcano. He wasn�t going to sit
here and be molested by this old bat and not do anything!

�But you
said that everything was all right!�

�That�s
true, but I would prefer it if I could keep an eye on you for a bit longer.�

Apparently
not. His headache had become the least of his worries right now. His biggest
concern was to avoid those curious fingers that were going all over the place
on his body. Ugh. He had never felt so humiliated in his life!

After a
few twists and turns he found himself on the other side of the bed, still
facing Pomfrey. Rectifying himself, he had noticed that he was showing the
behavior that one gave to patients in hospitals, and he didn�t dare imagine the
look she would give if she saw his bare back, or even his butt.

Merlin�s
beard! He was really going to be sick if this nonsense continued.

No. He
was exaggerating. Madame Pomfrey wasn�t like that. Maybe he wasn�t well? Who
knew what the potion had done to him? Without a doubt, hallucinations had to be
one of the symptoms of this unfortunate accident.

But he couldn�t
prevent himself from shuddering in spite of everything, not with the threat
that her hands represented.

�Madame Pomfrey�oh, is he awake?�

Saved by
Dumbledore!

�How do you feel, my little Severus?� the Headmaster of
Hogwarts asked.

�He surely tell you that he�s find but I have my
doubts.�

Oh no! Not
again ! He needed to make Dumbledore understand that he
was fine, before she could say something that would make him have to stay in
the infirmary another night. He couldn�t handle it!

A daring
hand on his thigh interrupted his thoughts, and he felt a wave of panic flush
over him. It was true that it had been a long time since he had practiced
playing the game of seduction in any form, but he couldn�t be mistaken. Pomfrey
wanted to have her way with him. Right here and now, and in public nonetheless.
In front of Albus Dumbledore!

He
repressed the feelings of despair in his throat. But his efforts were disturbed
by the intrepid nearly caressing his illustrious Snape family jewels.

Who knew how long he had been lying there at her mercy?
He became pale as a sheet, and then red as a tomato, at the thought.

�You see?� Pomfrey said, removing her hand and placing
it on the center of the bed. Snape awaited another assault but luckily, it
didn�t come. �He�s still weak. I�d like to keep him here a bit longer and limit
his number of visitors.�

�Let�s see, Poppy�this boy appears quite healthy to me!�

Surprised,
Severus looked at Dumbledore who, he noted, had a bit of color in his cheeks.

�You
know, I find that he�s quite well. I haven�t seen him like this in a long time.
He looks well rested, full of energy! Now, I�d like you to release him
immediately so that I can take him to my office so that he can tell me what
happened this morning.�

Relieved,
Snape laid back down and said, �You see? You�re the only one who thinks I�m
still ill.�

Pomfrey
appeared quite irritated, hesitating before turning herself toward the
Headmaster in a very stiff way. He could see that her look had changed
completely. He was surprised to see her warm and friendly eyes transform into a
look of which a cold predator had.

Oh no.

�All
right, Albus. But only if Severus really wishes.�

Turning
herself in his direction, she leaned forward and placed a gentle hand upon his
face, while her facial expression relaxed into a smile. She murmured to him:
�Don�t go too far, Severus. I�m counting on you. If not��

What in
the devil was going on here?

The
Potions Master watched Madam Pomfrey move away in a manner similar to a rolling
gait, giving Dumbledore a dark look. She didn�t walk like that normally�her
backside moved from side to side in a sensual manner. He had escaped it!

Or maybe
not! Ugh. He didn�t know for sure if she had profited from his unconsciousness.
And if that were the case, and he remembered, he would make himself suffer from
the same sort of memory loss of that imbecile Lockhart, if only so he would
forget this horrible moment for the rest of his life. It was humiliating. Shameful.
Perverse and without an equal. And humiliating! �He was being
repetitive, wasn�t he?

�Thank
you, Albus,� Severus said, exhaling sharply.

�It�s
nothing my boy,� Dumbledore whispered close to Severus� ear.

He was
so close to him that he started some. He hadn�t been paying attention to his
relief. The old wizard had taken Pomfrey�s place, and he tightened his hand on
Severus� shoulder sympathetically. Then he tapped the spot before rubbing it
gently.

�Nothing
at all,� he replied in a more profound voice.

He
caressed his shoulder! He caressed his shoulder! And he hadn�t done it in the
manner of a father or a friend. This wasn�t possible. Albus would never dare to
have such a misplaced gesture�right?

Not wanting
to believe it at all, Severus decided to take the bull by the horns and shot
his glance in Dumbledore�s direction.

It faded
when he noticed that their faces weren�t but a few centimeters apart. But the
final blow had been struck almost violently when he noticed the small glare of
lubricity in Dumbledore�s pupils.

I�m
dreaming! Severus told himself. Dumbledore has a
lubricous look in his eyes�

And that
glare intensified so much that he didn�t know where to put himself. Where was
the savior when one needed him, hmm?

The hand
on his shoulder moved and threaded under the nightshirt. He shuddered violently
at the contact of their skin and recoiled while nausea invaded his insides.

The old
coot wouldn�t dare!

�Albus?�
stuttered Snape.

He knew
he was going to weaken if the old crouton continued to touch him like that!

�Severus,�
Dumbledore murmured excitedly with a small half smile, his wrinkled lips
approaching dangerously close to Snape�s. �Don�t play the startled virgin��

NOOOOOO!!!

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