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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

She'd managed two full days without falling foul of Snape's temper or ability to find fault with the tiniest thing. Hermione had made a real effort to follow his rules, unwilling to risk the chance of punishment again. It felt like she'd sent most of her time there in tears or unconscious and she didn't want to spend any more time in either state.

Of course she felt anxious about why Voldemort might want her kept in good health, but she was also concerned about it herself. She'd already lost months of memories, and now she had lost more. The exact day of her capture was also a problem that still niggled at the back of her brain, and she'd started making little scratches on the wall in her room to count the days.

It was Thursday now, and she'd begun to fall into a routine, having figured out the most efficient way of getting her chores done. It also had the added benefit of keeping her out of Snape's way as much as possible. She had noted the times that he would enter his chambers from his office, and made sure she was busy in the kitchen when he was expected. What does he do in that office all those hours? Or is there somewhere else that he goes?

At mealtimes he'd studiously ignored her, and had barely spoken to her otherwise, except to give her the occasional order or growl at her to take her nightly potion and get out. She had noticed a strange sort of tension in the way he held himself around her, and on the few occasions that they had surprised each other in the hall, he had eyed her quietly for a minute or so, his eyes and face devoid of emotions as he studied her.

She would quickly lower her gaze so he would have no cause to complain, and she would feel his eyes searching her face before he turned on his heel and left. What he was looking for she didn't know, but she was starting to get fed up of the endless silence. He might be a sullen, miserable old bat who enjoyed nothing more than his own company, and heaven knows she had never been the most social of creatures. But she almost wished he would speak or even yell at her, give her some sort of attention. Gods, I must be desperate if I want that.

Hermione missed the boys keenly, longing for easy conversation and shared laughter. She was getting so bad she reckoned she would even be glad to see Draco turn up to throw insults at her.

But today was different. Snape hadn't come back at his usual time for lunch, and she'd eventually had to throw it away. He turned up a few hours later, just as she was beginning to get really worried, despite having told herself several times why should she care if he never came back.

She had been sitting quietly in kitchen, having finished all her work, and wishing for something to fill her time with. She heard the door to his office bang open. Rushing out without a thought she almost ran into him. He grabbed her by the shoulders as she just managed to stop short of him. She carelessly looking up into his face, but luckily his eyes were shut and she took a quick moment to observe his features.

His skin was sallower than usual, his mouth and eyelids seemed darker by comparison. Unbidden, her heart began to beat a little faster at the close proximity. She then realised that his face was more deeply lined than normal, a strange tightness around his eyes. Frowning, she took a step back, out of his arms reach, and scanned quickly up and down his body to see if she could see what was wrong.

As she did so he swayed slightly, and she automatically reached out her own hand to his side to steady him. He flinched, his eyes opening, and she pulled her hand back in shock as she felt something sticky on her fingers.

"Out of my way, girl," he tried to snap. Despite the lack of authority in his tone she did as she was told and she staggered past her toward his bedroom. His robe flapped open as he moved, and she got a glimpse of slashed trousers and bloodied skin underneath. Looking down at her fingers Hermione saw they were also red.

She followed him into his room and watched as he collapsed onto the bed, not bothering to take off any of his clothes. He hissed in pain as his side twisted when he rolled onto his back. Blood had already stained the sheets from his side. Before Hermione could remind herself that this man was her enemy she was over by the bed, pulling his robes back and ripping away the torn material that was pressing into the wound.

She gaped at the sight of him. There were several deep gashes all the way up from his side up his ribcage, all bleeding freely. Several older scars criss-crossed the new wounds, and she was horrified at the abuse he had obviously suffered at some point in his life. As she pulled the material away the man on the bed moaning with the main and finally seemed to become aware of her.

Weak hands threw hers away, and he fixed his gaze on her furiously, the pain in his eyes pushed back, but obviously threatening to overwhelm him. "What do you think you're…?" he started, but the effort seemed too much and he grounds, pressing his hands to his bloody side.

"I'm trying to help you, you fool man," she snapped back, but her heart wasn't in it, and he hadn't seemed to have heard her anyway. He was starting to fade out of consciousness, and she didn't know what she could do without the aid of her wand or healing potions. She checked his legs quickly, but the cuts seemed fairly superficial, and nothing to worry about in comparison to the ones on his torso.

She thought back over everything she knew about muggle first aid. Stop the bleeding first, I guess. She rushed into his bathroom and came back with several towels. She folded one quickly and placed it over his side, pushing down hard, as she remembered she'd seen in some film. Snape moaned and tried to throw her off, but the movement was weak and she didn't budge. Hermione climbed on the bed next to him so she could put more weight into it.

The towel was soaked though in a couple of minutes, so she replace it with another. The blood seemed to be flowing much slower, she saw with satisfaction as she lifted the first one away. The second towel took longer to soak through and by that time her arms were aching from keeping the pressure on.

Snape had been deathly quiet for a while, but as she pulled away the second towel to inspect the wound he started to move again. Hermione touched her fingers gingerly to the area surrounding the wound. There was a faint tingle of dark magic she could feel even though she was bound, and the area was unnaturally hot to the touch. She had a horrible feeling that the wounds weren't going to fully close up without some sort of counter curse or a potion.

Snape moved again, tossing his head from side to side. She looked up, concerned. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and his skin was strangely flushed. Hermione put her hand to his head and hissed. He was burning up. Bugger… what am I supposed to do? The only thing she could think of was a cold bath to help reduce the temperature, but how was she going to get him into the bathroom. She also knew he would continue bleeding out into the water if she didn't find a way to close the gashes first. Shit… shit…SHIT!

She knew she had to do something quick. If he died she would be stuck I here with no way to lower the wards. She put her hand back to his forehead. He was hotter than before. Cold bath it is. I'll just have to tie something around his side for now. She ran to the bathroom, turning on all the taps and making sure they were the right temperature.

Grabbing two more towels and wetting the smaller one she made her way back to Snape, laying the damp cloth over his forehead. She needed him aware enough to help her, for she would never be able to get him in the bath otherwise.

Bending down she undid his boots and pulled them off with his socks. Her fingers then went to the buttons of his trousers, hesitating for a moment as she recalled when she had last seen him without them. Snape muttered something quietly and it brought her back to the task at hand. She quickly dealt with the row of buttons and with some difficulty managed to pull the trousers down over his hips off his legs.

His long robes were already half off, so she lifted his arms out of the sleeves and set to work on his ruined coat. What is with this man and ridiculous amounts of buttons? She pulled him out of the coat gently, taking care not to touch his side, except to make sure the towel was pressed tight against him. Eventually he was lying on his open clothes, clad only in the remains of his shirt and black boxers. She couldn't bring herself to remove any more.

Hermione could do nothing now without waking him, so she leant over his head, checking the cold towel draped across it, and whispered, "Sir?" No answer. "Sir!" A little louder, gently shaking his shoulder. He murmured quietly. "Professor! You need to get up! She shouted. "I need you to walk into the bathroom."

Snape's eyelids fluttered softly and with an obvious effort his head turned towards her. His hand lifted slowly and waved in the direction of the bedside drawers. "In… there…"

Hermione jumped off the bed and tugged on the drawers. It didn't budge. There was no keyhole, so she guessed it must have been magically locked and warder. She tugged again, even though she knew it was fruitless. Open you bloody thing, I'm trying to help the bastard! Suddenly the drawer opened and she flew backward onto the floor, with the momentum of the sudden release.

Peering into the drawer that was in her hands she saw a couple of flasks. Hermione pulled the cork out of one and took a careful sniff. From the colour and smell she guessed it was blood replenisher. She pulled out the other stopper as well. She wasn't completely sure what it was, but she could detect some of the ingredients that made a normal healing potion, although there were elements she wasn't sure of. Better than nothing.

She moved back to the bed, taking both vials with her. Putting her hand under his head she lifted it slightly and brought what she hoped was a healing potion to his lips and tipped it into his mouth. Snape coughed and spluttered, trying feebly to push her away, but she persevered and he was forced to swallow or drown in the liquid.

Hermione sat back and watched as the wounds began to knit together. They didn't heal as completely as she had hoped, but at least they were no longer oozing blood. She opened the blood replenisher and made him drink that also. By the time he was finished he was breathing a little easier, but the area around his wounds was still hot and red, and the fever hadn't disappeared.
She returned to the bedside drawers again, hoping to open the second drawer. It wouldn't open, no matter how hard she tugged, and neither would any of the other furniture in the room, or the door to his lab. When she returned to Snape's side she could see he was getting worse. Cold bath it is then
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