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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31713 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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The moment magical wave dissipated she jumped to her feet, ready to bolt, Harry's hand around her waist stopped her. He was holding her in what seemed like a vice-like grip.
“Harry I have to…”
“Hermione are you insane? He is with Malfoy and Poppy. And this…whatever this was, was a reaction to what Malfoy told him. I wager you are the last person he wants to see at the moment.”
Since when Harry became the voice of reason? But, this was something so much more than just him wanting or not, she needed to. She fought so hard for him to wake up, and she needed to see him. Now more than ever. Everything rested on his survival, and she knew how fragile that notion was. If he dies, not by his injuries, if he dies even by his own hand, everything will fall apart. The earth will open to swallow them all. Is he dies – they lost anyway. How can she explain that to Harry? Instinctively, she knows that he wouldn’t understand.
Still struggling she turned to look at him
“You don’t understand…”
“Then explain it to me, make me understand…”
“I can’t. It is…I just…I have to make him see…understand.” She suddenly went very still. ‘What if he rejects her help? What if he demands that she is not near him?’ fear, cold, insides crunching fear gripped her “Harry, what if he demands that I was removed from his vicinity?”
“Then someone else will take care of him, Poppy will see to it that it is someone trustworthy.”
“No, Harry, no! I have to, it has to be me! I have to save him.”
“Save him from what Hermione? The war is over. We need to go on forward with our lives.”
“You just don’t…And I don’t know how…” she paused, it was true – Harry didn’t understand and she had no way to make him see “I need to be with him.” She pleaded, desperate.
“And why is that Mud…Miss Granger?” cold voice startled them both “Haven't you done enough?”
“I woke him up.” She spun in Harry’s still tight grip and hissed at Malfoy
“Maybe, and maybe not. What you did is Azkaban worthy.” She flinched “You assaulted him. You invaded his mind without permission. Some would call it a rape.” She felt his words on a physical level, each of them like a punch in a gut or slap across her face “And I will lend all my aid for whichever vengeance he seeks against your act.”
She flinched. No, she did not do that to him! Did she? She wasn’t planning on…she just wanted to help, can’t they see that? It was never her intention to…for things to get this messy. But, his reaction, Malfoy told him what’s happened…so he knows…he knows how to…
“Can...Do you…Can you tell me how to..What happened?” she couldn't phrase her thoughts, all jumbled and confused. She knows what she wants just the coherency to voice it is missing
“I do, up to the point…But tell me, Miss know-it-all why would I share my knowledge with you?”
“I just want to…undo it.” She was shocked at his reply
“There is no way to undo things, Miss Granger, once they are done, no matter how you try, they always stay with you. No, I won’t share what I know. Potter, I wish to go home.”
“Why are you like this Malfoy? Did you forget…you are threatening her…” Harry was as eloquent as ever when he was upset, she nearly smiled
“No, Potter, I do not suffer from lapses in my memory. But, I did warn you, no prison will keep me from revenge.”
“What is he to you anyway?” hissed Harry
“More than she is to you. He is my brother.”
“He is not Malfoy!”
“No, he is Prince, and it would do you well to remember that small detail. He is my brother recognized by magic. And Malfoys always take care of their family.” She felt so small. Malfoy was leaning heavily on the cane, the pain was almost visible on his face. And jet, he looked so imposing, threatening. He didn’t look weak or broken in that moment. He turned to Poppy “I would like to take him home, Poppy.”
“Not until I am sure that this is not temporary. Not for a week or two at least. And, Lucius, not without her.” Matron’s voice was calm
“No!”
“Poppy you can’t”
A growl.
It all fused in one sound. Malfoy tossed her glance full of hatred. She can’t…she can’t go back there…to that house…not…ever…again!
“I can.” Stated Poppy “You girl ignored my warning, you made quite a mess, now you lost your right to voice your disagreement. If he decides to go, you will go with him, for more reasons than one. But let this be your lesson. Lucius…”
“Very well, if that is the price, I am willing to pay it. When the time comes, if she is still breathing by then. “
“Now, now, there will be no killing in my hospital and of my charges Lucius.”
“Pitty.” Pure loathing on his face. Why this man hates her so much, she never did anything to him…well not from the start at least.
Malfoy nodded and walked away. Harry gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek with whispered: “Don’t worry, we’ll figure out something.” And run to catch up with Malfoy. She looked at Poppy
“Don’t look at me like that girl. It is your mess.”
“Do you know…what…”
“Lucius explained to me, as much as he could. Once Severus is strong enough, he might have a better grasp of what happened. Sit.” Poppy sighed and she glided to the chair, her legs giving out ‘This does not sound good’ “You combined more than one spell, girl. Mind magic is difficult as it is without risk you took. For now, we do not know how to…undo…what you did.”
“And he is not happy, I could tell.”
“The Hogsmeade could tell,” clipped Matron tersely “I gave him a Calming Draught. That was one hell of a display of wild magic.”
“You mean…”
“Well, it wasn’t intentional.” The matron looked at her with reproach “You speak as if you do not know about whom you are talking. Now, go and take a rest. When he is calm enough I believe it is time for his expertise.”
She nodded and walked to the room, each step more difficult than the previous one. She came to the entrance and peeked inside. He was lying on the bed, eyes closed, breathing regular and flat. He is sleeping, or at least she hopes that he is, suddenly afraid to face him.
She creeps on her toes to the sofa and sits in it. Observing him. Good intentions, she had best intentions in the world, and here she was now. But, wasn’t that the worst thing in the world? Good intentions. They are in half-demolished school because of the Greater Good. She watched her friends die, so many died, because of the greater good.
So many deaths, she sniffled feeling tears flooding her eyes again, he is still alive. And it is imperative that he stays alive. No one will ever die again, not for the greater good, not on her watch.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Merlin, why is he still alive? The fatal strike came from the most unexpected place. He knew he was predisposed to die that day, but not from the hand of the Dark Lord, that came as a surprise. But what is one miscalculation in a lifetime of wrong choices and mistakes? Luckily, his task was completed. Now, now only he had got well enough to do what he planned to do if he survived by chance.
He can sense her sneaking into the room, quiet. She is scared enough, he can tell. Good. She should be scared, witless. No one, no one had the right to do what she did to him. He forced himself to stay calm, pretending to sleep.
If things were different, he would know how to use what she did. It was, in fact, a brilliant piece of magic and he would be impressed… but, under the circumstances, he was just outraged. She could easily use this to her leisure, or at least to communicate…he would know how, but damned he will be if he reveals to her. It was more than enough that she had access to his memories. Unguarded memories. The ones even he didn’t want to revisit or remember.
Lucius told him that he will arrange his transfer to the Manor, Poppy persisted that she must follow. He nearly growls. Fine! If he must suffer her presence, she will suffer his, and some. Of all dunderheads he had to teach…but she wasn’t one, she is smart. So smart and so stupid. Ignorant little swot. Oh, she is in for a ride of her life, one lesson she won’t forget.
He feels memories pushing up and he willed them back down again. No, he does not want to remember. He may not be able to control what he dreams about, but he can control when he’s awake.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
After half an hour or so he opened his eyes and she raises from her seat. Her limbs are numb, heavy, unwilling to bend. She wills them to move. Each breath hurts her lungs like the air is full of needles. Her throat is constricted. She reaches the spot where she knows he can see her, but his eyes are fixed to the ceiling, away from her. She takes a deep breath
“I am glad…” she croaks, clears her throat, voices small and scared “that you are awake, professor. I was so worried about you.”
He directs his eyes at her, silent, but he does not need the words, she can read despise, anger even hatred in his eyes and it hurts. It hurts her on the level she is not ready to admit. No, she won’t apologize for wanting him to awaken and healthy and happy. She sticks her chin out returning his gaze, even if all she wants to do is run and hide
“And, I am sorry for what happened. Not sorry that I tried to help, just for...well…byproduct of it. Believe me, professor, I had no desire to be in that situation. No more than you do, I’m sure of it. And, once we fix this you are in your full right to Obliviate all the things I’ve seen. Gods, I hope you will!” maybe she shouldn’t say that, but it broke out of her “I…I’ll try to…see…I don’t sleep as much when you do. So that is a way, for now. I do try my best not to…well, you know. But I won’t apologize for wanting to make you better, healthy again”
His eyes are scorching her now. She shivers. Gods, how much he hates her! Another gulp of air, it seems that the room is deprived of the oxygen.
“I know that you are mad at me. Nothing can be done about that. But I won’t back down. You have to get well. Now, I know that you weren’t aware, but…” his eyes narrow at her “it is time to work on your muscle tone. Matron gave me special permission. I will transfigure your cover into trunks and we will use disillusion you until we reach the bathroom. I am sorry, but for now, you will have to endure me…doing the work for you.”
His eyes widened as she cast the spell. Oh, Gods, he really is going to kill her!
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