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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31717 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: Second part of the chapter. And after this...the real fun starts ;)
She sat from her sleeping position, swinging legs on the floor. Gasping for air. She can’t take it anymore. Too. Much. Pain. She has to find the way and break this, whatever this was. ‘This’ shouldn’t be happening at all! Hermione bowed her head, while tears rolling down her face and sobs shook her body. She has no strength to bear his pain, she can barely hold her own pain in check. This wasn't supposed to happen, she was to enter his mind, wake him up, and that was it. What happened that made this mess possible? She shivers. The room feels like it’s ice cold. She isn’t even sure if she is crying for him or herself.
The gasping sound from the bed sets her to motion, fast followed by retching sound. No, no, no! He is going to choke!
She runs to the bed! She didn’t touch him, using only magic on him for past four days, ever since that dream. But now, she does not think. She pushed him to the side, climbing the bed. His back is bony against her thighs. She encircled his chest with one hand and holds his head with other. She can't stop crying or shivering. Now, to add to her misery, she is scared, he never vomited before. He is fed with potions supplements, his stomach contains the only acid. But why does he doing this now? is he sick, or is this just reaction? Feeling that much pain, that hopelessness, the moment you die inside and still stay alive on the outside…even she want’s to vomit.
She feels convulsions that shake his thin frame, making him twitch next to her. She uses her body as a shelter, a safeguard for him. Tears run with renewed strength. She wonders if his survival was an actual curse for him. Yet she is selfish in her desire, no!, her need for him to survive and get well. Now, more than ever she must go through it must see that he is where she thinks he should be – alive and happy, for once in his life. She is determined to see him in life without so much pain, even if it's killing her. Which is what could happen as soon he gets well enough to hex her from the face of the earth.
Maybe he can hear her, the Muggle magazine said that coma patients can hear you talk to them. If that is true she must make him understand that he is not alone. That he is safe and taken care of.
“Easy professor. I’ve got you. Please, try to relax, professor. I am taking care of you. You are safe.”
He stopped emptying the content of his stomach and she vanished the mess, casting one refreshing spell on him. Wandless magic! Since when she could use it? Sure, she knew the basic, even managed minor spells, but this was too advanced for her abilities. Her wand was on the sofa, and she had hands full of her professor, so how could she just wish away… Her line of thought stopped abruptly when a man in her arms start gasping for air. It was a good thing she was holding him in sitting position, what did her mother do when she had bronchitis and trouble with breathing? Ah, yes! She started to vigorously rub his back, looking at his face from the side.
Odd, she didn’t think of him as unattractive like before. He was not a poster boy for good looking that was for sure, but he wasn’t…ugly. Thinking about his personality, about the strength of his magic, softer features could carry that much strength. She could read the tiniest twitch of his muscles now, once her professor was an enigma to her. What was more confusing than anything, she was stunned with the fact how much human he was. He was a rather intimidating man, but she was not afraid of him anymore, at least not as much or in a way she was before.
With the amount of pain he appeared to carry around, she was really shocked that he was not suicidal. Or maybe he was? Keeping him alive would prove challenging, once he is awake. Finding a reason to linger and prevent him from offing himself would be insanely hard, but she will figure out something. She must!
He convulsed, took one gasping breath and his eyes popped open. Not quite lucid, but alive. Gods!!! She jumped back with a squeal, tears start running down her cheeks again. She felt like a huge boulder just rolled off her chest and dissipated into a thin air. He fell down with a soft thump, of course, she let him go when she moved back, pressing her hands over her mouth.
“Professor!! Don’t, … don’t close your eyes. I’ll be right back! I’m just going to call Matron.”
She runs to Poppy’s office, sliding in and almost falling over the table, sending a pile of papers flying all over the floor.
“Merlin girl, this is a hospital, do try not to run around like a headless chicken!” huffed Matron angrily
“He’s awake!” she choked and slid into the chair, suddenly boneless, her muscles giving out. She folded her arms on the table and leaned her head on them, breathing like she just runs a marathon. Matron left her, moving hastily out of the office. So many feelings crashed on her at once. Happiness, overwhelming happiness. Fear. Elation. She felt suddenly so tired…the next moment the surge of energy forced her to stand up. ‘Should I go to the room? Better not, better not bother Matron now.’ she started to pace back and forth. Her hands shaking uncontrollably.
Gods! He’s awake. Who is going to take care of him?
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Rushed steps approached, a hand touched his forehead and opened his eyes. Familiar voice filled his ears
“You gave us quite a scare, young man.”
Poppy. So, he is still in Hogwarts. What happened? Who won? He wanted to see her but darkness lightened only slightly. He tried to speak but his throat gave out, not releasing any sound. Is he blind? Mute? That didn’t sit well with him, blind and mute meant that he was defenceless, at the mercy of others. He tried to summon his magic but it was weak.
“Do not strain yourself, it is quite normal what you experiencing right now.” Poppy’s voice continued to drone, sharp with a tingle of motherly tenderness, he is used to it “Your eyesight is probably blurry at best, it will return to you, there is nothing wrong with your eyes.” Relief washed over him, so there was still hope for him “Speaking will be a bit difficult to return to normal. We had to regrow a good part of your vocal cords, I am afraid that your voice won’t ever be the same, but you are fully capable of speaking. It might be a bit painful at the beginning, I can give you something to relieve the pain. But my advice is, don’t try t speak just yet.”
Why would his vocal cords were damaged so much? He shivered, wanting to recoil and failing at the attempt. The bloody snake! He hoped that someone did destroy the fricking monster. Then again, he was still unsure who won.
“You did it, my boy!” Poppy’s hands cupped his cheeks, she lands a soft kiss on his brow “Harry beat him and told us all how much you helped. Rest now. Getting out of the coma can be tiring.”
The hands moved away he wants to argue, to say that it is nonsense if he was in a coma the rest is the last thing he needs. But he does feel tired, exhausted like he didn’t sleep for days. He attempts a tiny nod and succeeded. He tries to lift his hand but fails. His muscles are not completely useless but they lack the strength he needs. Well, for now, he can rest, gather his strength, after all, he will need it – for running and hiding. The bitter potion is poured down his throat, Dreamless Sleep mixed with Calming Draught, he brewed them, he can tell. Good, at least Poppy does not try to poison him. She knows that he prefers potion he made. That gives him a small dose of comfort.
Female is flustered and he is grateful for the potions now, he wouldn’t be able to fell asleep with her so flustered in his head. That is another thing, one that he will try to figure out when he is awake again…
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Matron return and she run to her, grabbing her hand nearly tackling the woman down. She wants to ask so many questions at once and they came out as jumbled streak of words
“Right, he is how?”
Matron chuckles and hands her a vial
“Take a sip, just one, this is much stronger than what you used to. He is a fine child, I gave him something to sleep.”
“But, he just wake up!” she finally found the meaning of words, she gulps one sip ‘Ugh, bitter.’
“Getting out of the coma is a shock to the system, he needs his rest. There is a dreamless sleep in that, so neither of you should have dreams. You both need rest.”
“Poppy, who is going to take care of him now?” she asks, suddenly scared
“You. I do not have enough help around here, and he will still need constant care. Now, even more so.”
“He won’t accept me. He will kill me.”
“Well, he won’t have a chance but to accept you. And as far as killing goes, he needs to regain his strength first.” That didn’t sound promising to her “You will have a difficult task, child. I have never met the more difficult patient in my life.”
Matron hugs her shoulders gently, she is grateful, the floor and the walls sway for some reason. Matron leads her to the room and helps her to ease on the sofa.
“Rest now, girl. I will notify Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy that he is awake.” She nods. She has million question but the room starts to spin.
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