Cramps | By : EvaBrick Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 4931 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Severus Snape climbed the dormitory stairs to the head girl’s room in the Gryffindor tower. The students in the common room had been terrified when he walked in, and although the sneer never wavered on his face, he secretly enjoyed getting such a rise out of them. He knocked on the heavy wooden door and waited as light footsteps hurried to answer it.
The door opened a crack and a redheaded witch peered suspiciously out. “Professor Snape?” she gasped. “What are you doing here?”
Snape noted that the girl had the door blocked with her foot to prevent him from pushing his way in. Miss Granger was very lucky to have such a good friend. He wordlessly held out a small vial with lavender liquid inside it. Ginny’s eyes lit up and she took the vial and shut the door in his face. He sighed and folded his arms in annoyance.
He could hear the Weasely girl’s muffled voice behind the door as she spoke gently to her suffering friend. He gave them a minute and knocked again. This time, when Ginny opened the door, he stuck his foot in it to keep it open. She frowned at him and he smirked.
“I believe you have a herbology class to attend, Miss Weasely,” he said. “As Professor McGonagall is away with Madame Pomfrey, I will sit with Miss Granger until you get back.”
Ginny bit her lip and glanced back at the bed where Hermione was finally sleeping. “I don’t think she’d like that, to be honest,” she said.
“And to be honest, I don’t care what either of you would like,” Snape drawled. “Not get to class, Miss Weasely, before I take off house points.”
The Weasely girl frowned at him, grabbed her books, and left. Snape stepped into Hermione’s room and stood beside the bed. The head girl was very pale and even though the potion was very strong, she still frowned in her sleep. He pressed his fingers to the inside of her wrist to feel her pulse, then he sat down in her plush chair by her fireplace to keep an eye on his best student while she recovered from her cramps.
He had been very surprised to see her missing from class. Hermione Granger never missed a class. He’d assigned the class their work and then he’d slipped into Ronald Weasely’s mind to see where the third member of the Golden Trio was. The idiot boy hadn’t even noticed the intrusion.
The first image he’d seen was Miss Granger huddled up on the floor in agony. For a moment, he’d thought she’d been attacked, but then Miss Weasely had stepped into the image and thrown her brother out of the room.
“Blimey, Ron, don’t be such a git!” she’d snapped. “Leave us alone, would you?”
In the next image, the Weasely idiot and Potter had been on their way to class, laughing about how overly-dramatic women were and how ridiculous they got about their “cycles.” It had taken Snape a while to think of a suitable punishment, but then he’d given them both detention for talking in class… they wouldn’t find out until tonight that they had a sex ed lesson with Filch. It would serve them right for being so heartless when their friend was clearly in agony.
*****
Hermione woke up an hour later. Her head and limbs felt heavy, but her abdomen was warm and fuzzy. She rolled over, and looked up at the canopy above her bed. Her vision was blurred. “Ginny?” she called.
“I sent her to class, Miss Granger.”
Hermione gasped and tried to sit up, but a firm hand pressed her shoulder back. “Rest,” he ordered. “The potion I gave you was very strong. Probably too strong, but I wasn’t sure of your weight so I overestimated when I added the foxglove.”
Hermione watched as he moved back to his chair and picked up a book. “Everything’s blurry,” she said. “That’s a property of foxglove, isn’t it?”
Snape nodded. “It will pass,” he said.
“How come Madame Pomfrey’s potions don’t work that well?” Hermione asked.
Snape raised an eyebrow and set the magazine to the side. “Poppy’s potions are approved my the Ministry. Mine aren’t.”
Hermione’s eyes widened in understanding. “Dark magic,” she said.
“Yes,” Snape said with a nod. “I learned that potion from a Slytherin girl when I was in my fifth year. I used to make a tidy income selling it to the female students.”
Hermione giggled weakly, but she could feel sleep pulling at her brain and she shut her eyes. “Thank you for making the pain stop,” she whispered. Her eyes snapped open and she squinted at the blurred shape of her professor. “How did you know?” she asked. “Did Harry and Ron tell you?”
“You could say that,” Snape said, after a moment’s hesitation. “Now go back to sleep, Miss Granger. Miss Weasely will be back soon.”
Hermione shut her eyes again and in a few breaths, she was asleep.
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