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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione returned to the bathroom, and shut off all of the taps. Thank God there are so many, this bath is huge! She went back to Snape again, tugging at his shoulder to try and get him to move. "Sir, please, you need to move! Professor, get up!" she shouted. He finally shifted, rolling onto his side with her help, and she pulled his legs over the side of the bed and heaved him upright.

Snape nearly fell straight on the floor, and with difficulty she ducked under his arm and wrapped hers around his waist, dragging him slowly towards the bathroom. Once there she stopped, unsure of how to get him in the bath. He could barely lift his feet to walk and it was taking all she had to keep him upright. There was only one way she could think of. Hermione eyed the bath. Luckily it was a typical Hogwarts's bath, deep and wide.

Extracting herself from under his arm she gave him a slight push. He immediately lurched forward, and fell over the side of the bath, hitting the cold water with a splash and sinking. Hermione followed him straight in, knowing that she needed to keep him afloat. Bloody hell, it's cold! Snape was still under the water, and grabbing him by the shoulders she dragged him up and to the shallow end of the bath.

She turned him onto his back, trying to prop his upright in the shallower water, but he kept slipping down, the water covering his mouth. With a resigned sigh she crawled behind him, wrapping her legs around his hops to stop him from sinking. His head was on her shoulder and she began gently bathing his head with the cool water as best she could as he murmured gently. Bloody bastard better appreciate this. She snorted. Bloody unlikely though! At least the bleeding has stopped. I don't think I couldn't have managed if I'd had to be careful with his side. What happened to him anyway?

Hermione continued pouring water across his brow as she thought, wiping his face gently with her fingers. Her legs were getting cramped and numb from holding him up, so she stuck the arm upon which he was leaning under his and tugged him up slightly, relieving the pressure on her legs a little.

The cool water seemed to be helping somewhat. The flush was starting to leech from his face, and he was now lying quietly. She tried to work out how long they had been lying there. At least 20 minutes by now. SHe started when he shifted slightly and turned his face towards her, but after a few barely audible mutters he settled back against her shoulder.

After a moment's pause she continued with her ministrations, gently smoothing back the limp, damps hair from his temples, and tying not to think about the last time his face had been so close to hers. His expressions had finally relaxed, the tense lines of pain now smoothed away. SHe studied him intently. HE looked very different from the sneering, cruel man who had taught her for six years. She realised now that even the impassive expression he often wore was just another mask.

She stroked her fingers tenderly across his eyebrows and down the side of his face. In sleep he seemed serene and oddly beautiful. What would Harry and Ron say if I told them that? That I'd gone mad in captivity probably. Her fingers traced his high cheekbones, running downwards, her thumb brushing across his chin.

Remembering her task Hermione scooped some mover water over his forearm and watched as it trickled down into his hairline. One drop slowly ran down the bride of his nose and hung under his eye. It made him look like he was crying, and she wondered about the times when she had caught him looking forlorn and sad. The accompanying flash of pity made her feel uncomfortable and she shifted him slightly in his arms, returning her attention to his face.

Hermione carefully wiped away the drop with her fingers, then on impulse ran her finger down the length of his crooked nose, smothering a light smile. Imagine if anyone could see me now. His mouth had fallen slightly open, his skin had not returned to its normal pallor, and he seemed to be cooler.

Her hand was still on his face, her thumb a hairsbreadth away from his dark lips. Hermione licked her own, again assaulted by her memories. Very slowly she touched her thumb to the corner of his mouth, flicking her eyes up to his to see if he reacted. Nothing. Gently she drew the pad of her thumb across the bottom line of his lips. In sleep they were full and sensual, not pinched and tight as they normally were, and she wondered at the constant control he had over his emotions and expressions.

She had run her fingers around the rest of his lips, across the top and was now stroking their soft curves with her thumb, softly and rhythmically. So intent was she on her inspection of his lips that she did not notice at first when his eyes opened. It was only after a few seconds when his lips began to tighten that she looked up and froze at the sight of him watching her.

After a few moments he blinked slowly, breaking the spell, and she jerked her hand backward quickly as if pulling it from a fire. Hermione looked away, embarrassed at having been caught touching him so. Her eyes fell on his body, the shape of his chest through the soaked white shirt that clung tightly to him. Something inside contracted almost painfully, and her breath caught.

She forced herself to take deep breaths and tried to will herself calm, but she was all too aware of his weight pressing against her breast, his body between her legs, and his warm breath on her neck. Snape still hadn't moved.

He spoke quietly. "Would you care to enlighten me as to what we are both doing in my bath and in such a state?"

"Oh… ummm…" Hermione stammered. "You were badly injured and I… there wasn't much I could do… and you were so hot…" She quickly told him the whole story, still unable to meet his eyes for more than a fleeting glance. When she had finished he lay still, not replying. Confused as to the lack of response she finally turned her head towards him.

He was watching her carefully from his position on her shoulder, a questioning look on his face.

"Why?"

"Why…? I don't know why, you've barely said two words to me since you got back so how would I know." She looked at him uncertainly.

He paused before replying. "I mean why did you help me?"

"Oh, that…" Hermione shifted, drawing away from him slightly, strangely uncomfortable with the unexpected question. "If something happened to you, I'd be stuck in here. None of my friends know I'm here, and who knows how long it would be before any of your… associates would bother to come look for you. Not that I would want them to anyway. That's all."

Snape studied her for a moment, his face once again tightening back into the mask that she was so used to. "If you'd be so kind to release me so I can get out of this freezing water..." he sneered.

Hermione was reminded suddenly that her legs were still wrapped tightly around him , and now that he was awake the position felt so much more intimate than it had a few minutes ago. She sheepishly unwrapped her legs from around him, and he moved away from her, climbing out slowly. She could see that him movements were stiff and without his usual grace. He would probably need a few more potions and some rest before he was fully healed, but at least he was in a fit state to take care of himself.

As the heat from his boy receded she realised just how cold she was as well, and clambered out as quickly as she could manage. They both stood there awkwardly for a moment, clothes clinging to their skin, unsure quite what to do next. Very aware of how her dress was hugging her body, Hermione covered herself with her arms and turned away from him.

Strangely Snape seemed just as self-conscious about the amount of flesh of his that was on show, through the ripped hole and the soaking white fabric. She felt his eyes on her back, and then he moved and pulled his wet clothes off, and she heard his wet clothes fall to the floor with a dull thump.

After a minute he said, "You may turn around now. She did, and saw that he was holding out a towel for her, another one wrapped around his torso and upper legs. "I will leave you to get dry." He half-turned away from her, looked back and paused, his mouth moving slightly as if he wanted to say something, but he thought better of it and quickly strode out.

She peeled her sodden dress off over her head awkwardly as it stuck uncomfortably to her chilled skin. The towel was thick and large, and it covered a good part of her, but she felt chilled to the bone, and was starting to shiver hard. Hoping the bedroom would be slightly warmer she left the bathroom, carrying her wet dress in one hand, having wrung most of the moisture out into the bath. Her messy braid was sodden at the end, although the hair on top of her head had somehow managed to stay dry.

She was surprised when she entered the bedroom. The fire was blazing and the room was already warm enough that Snape must have cast a warming charm. He was already dressed in a pair of black trousers and a clean, dry shirt, and was currently cleaning the bed sheet of blood and remnants of clothes with his wand.

He glanced up at her as she came in. "Stay where you are." She did as she was told. He picked up a black robe from where it hung by the bed and walked towards her, still favouring the side where he had been hurt. When he raised his want at her she jumped back, hands going up automatically, but he just growled, "Don't be stupid, girl. Stand still." To her surprise he dried the ends of her hair and the dress over her arm with a quick spell.

Snape then thrust the robe at her. "Put it on." She wrapped it gratefully around her shoulders with a quiet, "Thanks. "She was then pushed towards the fire.

"Get warm. I can't abide listening to people sniffling and moaning when they catch cold."

Hermione sat down on the rug in front of the fire, first shaking out her dress and laying it over a chair. She arranged her robe carefully so that it hung thickest down the back, but open at the front so the heat from the fire could creep in and warm her.

Peering over her shoulder she watched Snape shuffle carefully into his laboratory. He was on there for about 5 minutes and when he re-emerged he seemed to be moving more easily, his skin tone completely normal for the first time that evening. She knew better to than to inquire, so she assumed he had taken some more healing potions.

Hermione kept her eyes carefully on the flickering flames, although her mind followed him as he moved around the room. A movement to the side caught her attention as she looked to see Snape placing a chair on the other side. With a flick of his wand, transfiguring it into a more comfortable armchair, not dissimilar to those in his library. He sat down in his chair, leaning towards the flames, elbows on his knees and watched her.
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