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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33390 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Complete. Het, solo, oral.

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He was sleeping when Hermione peeked into the open door. Moving quietly, she placed the rucksack she carried on the floor and slowly lowered herself into the chair beside his bed. He was breathing deeply, his face almost relaxed. As she watched him, his brow furrowed and his eyes snapped open. He glanced warily around the room, before settling his eyes on her.

"Good morning." She whispered. "How are you feeling?"

"Still a bit groggy." He said, his voice rough with sleep. "But better."

"Did you have the dialysis treatment?"

He nodded his head. "Early this morning."

"How was it?"

"Uneventful." He muttered. "Is there water?"

She rose from the chair and located the plastic pitcher, pouring out a cup full of water for him. "How does your stomach feel?"

"Fine." He took a sip from the straw. They both glanced up as a white coated man entered the room.

"Good morning Mr. Snape." He said, grabbing the chart from the end of the bed. "I'm Mr. Meyers and I'm going to check your vital signs and test your cognitive functions, if every thing checks out you should be fine to go home. Looking through your chart, your recuperative ability seems nothing short of a miracle."

"I've always been something of a Wizard like that." He said drolly, making Hermione bite back a giggle.

Hermione watched as the consultant checked his blood pressure and his eyesight. She flushed crimson, but did not look away when he lowered the hospital gown, once again exposing Severus' bare chest.

"How many fingers do you see? What's your name? Do you know where you are? What day is it?" Hermione listened with interest as Snape was asked and answered each question.

"Who's the Prime Minister?"

"Kingsley..."

Her heart jumped to her throat and her hand darted out to grab his arm. "That's right Severus, the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom." She said, smiling weakly at the strange look the consultant gave her at her bizarre behavior. "I wasn't sure if he heard the question correctly." She muttered.

"Tony Blair." Snape answered and she let out a small sigh of relief.

"Excellent." The consultant made a quick note to the chart. "Well everything checks out. I'll send someone in with your release papers If you experience any confusion or memory loss, feel free to contact us or consult your own regular doctor."

After he had left the room, Hermione grabbed the rucksack and placed on the edge of the bed.

"What's that?" Severus asked.

"Clothes."

"My clothes?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Well they're certainly not my clothes." She watched as he opened the bag and pulled out a t shirt and clean pants.

"You were in my house?" He growled. "How did you get into my house? You couldn't have unlocked it with magic."

"I nicked your keys before I left last night." She said, reaching into her pocket and dangling them from her finger.

He glared angrily at her and snatched them out of her hand. "You had no right to go into my home, into my bedroom and rummage through my things."

"Oh settle down." She sighed. "I didn't 'rummage' through anything. I merely opened your drawers and pulled out the first t-shirt and first pair of pants I came across. Did you want to go home starkers?" She asked as he continued to glare at her. "Oh do stop glaring at me. Your clothes from last night are in no fit condition for you to wear."

She tried not to smile as he mumbled under his breath. "Insufferable, cheeky, know it all little..."

"Severus!" She gasped when he suddenly threw back the covers and climbed from the bed, grabbing up the rucksack.

Pausing he glanced over his shoulder at her. "You might want to avert your eyes." He chuckled, making his way to the lavatory, his bare arse clearly visible through the gaping opening of the hospital gown.

"You're an arse." She called after him struggling to rid her mind of the image of his very attractive bottom.

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"Before you ask, I'm doing a bit of DIY." He said as he led her through the devastation of his living room and into the kitchen. Scraps of lumber and paint tins littered the floors.

"I wondered what you were doing." She said, passing through the partially framed opening between the kitchen and parlor.

"I have to find some way to occupy my time when I'm not drinking or masturbating." He dropped the rucksack on the floor and opened a cabinet. "Tea?"

"Yes. Thank you." She said, pulling out her mobile.

"Who are you calling?" He asked, filling the kettle and setting it on the stove.

"Mrs. Harvy. What?" She sighed when he rolled his eyes. "She's worried about you and she's a sweet lady. I had quite a lovely chat with her while you were in a coma. Hello Mrs. Harvy? Yes, it's Hermione. He's home. He's doing fine. Uh huh. Uh huh. I'll certainly tell him. Ta. Cheers." She tossed her phone back in her bag. "You're to call her if you need anything."

"Mmmm." He grunted, setting mugs and sugar onto the table.

"Do you remember going over to her yard when you were a baby?"

"Do I remember something that happened over 40 years ago?" He repeated lowering himself into a chair. "I'm sorry, I can't say that I do."

"She said you just loved to kiss and cuddle." She teased, taking the spoon and stirring her tea. He raised his cup slowly to his lips and stared silently at her. "She also said she saw you and Lily kissing once."

"You make it sound like we were snogging or something." He said. "We were 10. It was just a little kiss." He took another sip from his tea. "When can I expect to hear from the ministry?"

"About this? Never I hope."

"What do you mean 'never'? I was in a coma in a muggle Hospital. I was fighting the Dark Lord and Death Eater in my back garden in front of a muggle?"

"True, but she just thought you were a nutter."

"What about the coma and Hospital?"

"What the ministry doesn't know won't hurt them." Hermione said, taking a quick sip of her tea. "Unless..." She frowned and stared down at the table.

"Unless what?" He growled.

"Well I suppose I should tell you this, in case you find out anyway." She sighed heavily and fiddled with her cup. "I had a bit of a run in with Lucius Malfoy while I was at the Ball. He was with me when they phoned to let me know you were in Hospital."

"A run in? What kind of run in?"

Still staring at her cup, she took a deep breath before she continued. "The kind where he tried to force his intentions on me and when I refused him and threatened to hex him, he said he would tell you we had sex anyway and that you would believe him over me." She glanced up at him, her eyes worried.

Severus drained his cup and grabbed both from the table. Standing slowly he rinsed them carefully and placed them in the sink.

"You wouldn't believe him would you?"

He turned around and leaned against the sink, folding his arms across his chest. "Believe that you would have sex with Lucius Malfoy? Of course not. This is exactly the kind of stunt that arrogant, egotistical arsehole likes to pull."

"So you trust me?" She smiled hopefully.

"No." He shook his head thoughtfully. "But I know you. I've known you since you were eleven. You would never have sex with a married man and you would certainly never have sex with a tosser like Lucius Malfoy."

"Will he tell the Ministry?"

He rubbed his finger across his lips, deep in thought. "No." He signed. "I'm sure you bruised his precious ego enough by refusing him. He wouldn't want to compound his embarrassment by letting anyone know he'd been rejected. Lucius has always believed that Witches should just drop their knickers whenever he walks into a room. I'm sure he was quite taken aback when you didn't" He smiled wearily at her.

"Well okay." She stood from the table, fidgeting with the straps her handbag. "I suppose I should be going now. Do you have food? Do you need me to pop out and get you something to eat?"

"I'm quite capable of feeding myself. I've done so for years." He smirked, walking with her across the living room towards the front door.

"You aren't going to..." She stuttered. "Promise me you won't..."

"Hermione." He said, his voice firm. "After you leave I'm going to have a bit of toast, take a shower and go to bed. I'm exhausted."

"Alright then." She smiled nervously. "I'll just be off and leave you to it. You will be at your session tomorrow, won't you?"

"I'll be there." He opened the door and leaned on it, holding it open for her.

"And you can call me if you need anything. Or Mrs. Harvy." She added in a rush."

"I know. I'll be fine."

"Alright." She nodded her head, glancing up at him and then quickly away. "I'll just go now. See you tomorrow."

"Goodbye Hermione." He said, a small smile curling up the corners of his lips.

"Have a nice rest." She said, with a small wave of her hand.

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She glanced up and smiled cheerfully when he walked into her office at the prescribed appointment time. As he lowered himself into the chair and she quickly assessed his appearance.

"You look positively knackered."

"I am." He responded wearily.

"Couldn't you sleep?"

"Oh I slept. Evidently being in a coma is far more exhausting then one might originally think."

"And you didn't shave."

"I overslept."

"Are your hands shaking?"

"It's nothing." He whispered, folding his arms across his chest. "It will pass."

"Mmm Hmm." She frowned, making a note to his file. Leaning back in her seat she stared silently at him for several moments. "I want to talk with you about Professor Dumbledore."

His eyebrow lifted. "Albus, why?"

"I think we need to address your anger and feelings of betrayal where he is concerned."

"I am not angry at Albus." He shook his head. "I murdered the man in cold blood. I have no right to feel angry. If I feel anything at all, it's guilt."

"You ended his life because he asked you to." She leaned across the desk at him, her voice rising with emotion. "And from what I saw he didn't even ask you. He 'ordered' you to do it. If it had been a request, you would have had the option to refuse. You didn't even have the chance to say "No". He never even gave you that choice."

Severus had to struggle not to smile at her passionate response, Her cheeks flushed pink and she pounded her hand on the desk for emphasis. Noticing his smirk and realizing that she'd gotten carried away, she blushed even redder and leaned back in her seat, taking a deep breath, her voice was softer when she continued. "In speaking with Mrs. Harvy, you were apparently yelling at Professor Dumbledore while you were in the back garden."

"I was?" He frowned.

"She said you were yelling that he'd used you and betrayed you." She searched his expression, he remained quiet, his face unreadable. "So," she continued slowly. "I think you and I need to take a little field trip tomorrow."

"A field trip?" He raised his eyebrow again.

"To Hogwarts. I think there's someone you need to have a conversation with."
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