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Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Hermione slumped onto a stool as the door closed behind Snape. It had been exhausting trying to keep up the pretence that all was well, when she wanted nothing more than to persuade him to apparate the both of them out of the castle and far away from what was to come.
Raising her fingers to her lips, she ran her finger across them, tracing the spot where he had kissed her a few moments previous, his mouth lingering on hers, as if reluctant to depart. She had half expected for him to leave her with promises concerning the future, but there had been none and he hadn't seemed to have expected any from her either. Did he have some inkling of what was to come, she wondered. In amongst their final conversation as she had given him some last instructions, had she said something that had made him suspect?
She had reminded him to slip her the time-turner before they parted, also explaining that he needed to make sure she knew to go to the Room of Requirement to meet Harry who would be arriving around 10pm. When he had grumbled that gave him practically no time to return her memories and instruct her, she had arched an eyebrow in imitation of him and given him a moment to figure it out for himself.
She'd also asked him the one question that was still bugging her about her memories: What was in the missing segments? What had he shown her to convince her of his trustworthiness? Apologetically he had refused to answer, telling her those particular memories were extremely personal, and ones he'd only been prepared to share in the first place because there was no other choice. When she hadn't let it go, Snape had reminded her how horrible it had been for her, having himself and the Dark Lord trawling though her own memories, and asked if she would feel comfortable showing him her own most private or embarrassing moments. Reluctantly she had relented, and he had smiled gently at her, brushing a thumb along her jaw as he bent down to wipe the pout off her lips with his own.
Hermione would have been more than happy to continue kissing him. However, Snape had pulled away, although she had been able to see the reluctance in his expression. Hurriedly he had changed the subject, presumably trying to take his mind off kissing her again.
(memory)
Unwarding the cupboards at the far end of the room, Snape had pulled the doors open before turning to her. "Take whatever you think you need," he'd told her, waving at the many potions standing in neat rows within. He'd turned to look at her, and found her gazing absently at the potion still sitting on the bench. Her curiosity had been piqued once more by the mystery of what he'd been trying to create, and she'd been trying to recall what she had seen in his notes.
He'd appeared beside her suddenly, making her jump. "It's unfinished, and untested. Unless now, since the Dark Lord is dead." She'd tried not to grimace at his continued misunderstanding.
"Why should that mean it's useless?"
"Because if he is, then that damned snake must be also. I have been trying to create an undated version of the anti-venin that was used to save Arthur Weasley for some time now. The original brew is no longer effective since the Dark Lord arranged for her to be both magically and biologically transformed afterwards. He was not happy that there was a cure for her venom. Luckily, I was able to convince him that it was not I who had made the original potion."
Hermione had barely been able to contain her excitement at this bombshell, although it had been tempered somewhat by the news the potion was untested and possibly wouldn't work.
"But how have you been testing your previous attempts?" she wondered out loud, wanting to get some more information on what could possibly be her way to save his life.
"I had a sample of Nagini's venom."
"How did you manage to get that? Surely he would know that you've taken it."
Snape looked at her with serious eyes. "I made the potion that transformed the snake, under orders from the Dark Lord." He turned from her to look at the cauldron in front of them. "I insisted that I needed a good amount of her venom to be able to create the potion in the first place. The Dark Lord believes I used it all in the creation of the brew that transformed her."
"Then why have you not tested this variant?"
"I have no venom left. I used the last of it a few days ago."
Hermione was quiet for a few moments as his words sank in. Will it work? It's all I've got… "No wonder you didn't want me to look too closely at what you were trying to make. If he had seen…" She paused as wrapped her arms around herself as she thought of what could have been.
Snape laid a comforting hand on her shoulder as she shivered with dread. She wished he had held her, but knew all too well he was not the most demonstrative person, or wholly comfortable with shows of affection. She'd just have to be content with what he was willing to give. She bent her neck and rested her cheek on the back of his hand. He twitched, but did not pull away.
"What will you do next?" he asked quietly.
"I think the best thing is for me to stay here until after you leave. I will not be needed anywhere until later and I can't be seen until later anyway," Hermione replied, having already made up her mind to stay in his lab some time previous. She had planned to spend some time going through Snape's cupboards to see what was the most likely to work. Now she wanted the time alone to bottle some of the anti-venin, and she still needed to find some healing potions. Her mind started to work furiously.
There was the blood-loss and the wound on his neck to think about, not just the venom. She needed to find a way to deal with those too, or it wouldn't matter if the anti-venin worked or not. There was also one more problem, the most serious complication in her estimation. Hermione knew from experience that she must find a way to save him while making everything appear the same as when she had experienced it before. When they had left Snape's body in the Shrieking Shack she had believed him dead, or she would have done something to help him. Now she needed to find some way to make him appear as dead as he had already seemed to her, so her past self and the boys would leave quickly.
Draught of the Living Death… It was the only potion she could think of off-hand that would produce such an effect. But how to get him to take it without being seen? She and the boys had jumped out pretty quick after Voldemort had disappeared. She would only have the barest moment to do it, only she was pretty sure that if she had managed such a feat in what was now her future, that even Snape hadn't realised. He had seemed sure that he was dying, and Hermione was convinced that even his acting skills wouldn't be up to the task in such a situation. So she had to not only administer a potion in the space of about five second without the three of them noticing her, but she also had to do it without a conscious patient noticing too. These things are never simple are they…
Dimly she realised Snape was speaking to her.
(end memory)
Snape had been talking about keying her into his wards and dropping the enchantment that prevented her from reading, so she could access what she needed, as well as enter and exit his chambers without him. She had nodded in agreement, and tried to cast her mind back over what he had said before while he quickly performed the spells. She'd been sure he hadn't said anything she didn't already know from her own past with him.
They had spoken of some more details that were useful for Snape to know, and she'd asked to be able to read the notebook that contained the details of the anti-venin while she waited, which he had agreed to. Before long she'd told him he needed to go, as Harry would be arriving soon. It had made no sense, even as she'd said it. They had all the time they needed with the use of the time-turner, but with every moment that had passed she had found it more and more difficult not to divulge everything and convince him to leave with her.
She had walked with Snape to the door of the lab, where he had pulled her into his arms. Their final kiss had been slow and lingering, both of them pouring all their emotions into it. Then suddenly, he had turned and gone, without another word, and she had let him, never saying goodbye.
It was only now, as Hermione sat alone in the silent lab, that she wondered if she wasn't expecting too much from herself. She had little more than an untested potion, a half-baked plan, and no idea yet of how to heal Snape without being seen. She had a decent amount of time before Snape and her past self even left his chambers though.
Hermione turned her attention to the notebook sitting innocuously in front of her. Maybe if she took some time to read through his notes something might occur to her in the meantime. She pulled the book towards her and opened it.
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