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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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Hermione sat on her bed, deep crimson flush coloured her cheeks. Ok, that was…well…and he hadn’t had such dreams, well ever, if she discards the one with Bellatrix. But this was so fundamentally different, and yet it wasn’t. Can that be even pleasurable? She frowns. That girl surely sounded like she enjoyed it. Then why wasn’t he… ‘Ok, Hermione stop! You will not go to ponder on professor Snape’s sex life.’ It was disturbing as it is that she had insight into it.
But that girl sure did sound happy. Reminding her of her poor experience. She didn’t sound like that, and Ron wasn't trying to beat her up with anything. It made her think about what or if she missed something at all. She sighs. It would be nice to find someone who could make her sound like that. She frowns, how much she changed her perception of what love is? Is it his influence or did she just came in terms with…? She shakes her head, no she won’t think about it, it is too soon and too painful.
Frustrated groan startled her. She snapped her head at his direction and jumped from the bed.
“Oh, oh sorry, professor, I will just….” She was frozen in the motion. His eyes bore into her, burning
“Out.” He choked out
“But, professor, if you let me cast…”
“O. U. T.”
“Fine. I just…I can’t move professor.” she is quite literally frozen “But you know, it is quite normal and nothing to be…”
“Poppy.” He croaked, tears rolling from his blazing eyes “Out!”
Suddenly she was flying through the air, landing near the room entrance. Poppy nearly stepped on her. Her bum and arms hurt like hell as she landed on them with an oumpf.
“What is going on? Oh dear me, I was afraid of this. Get up girl, go now, make yourself a tea, I need to have a little chat with Severus.” Poppy helped her get up
She hears Poppy grumble as she walks away. She is utterly confused. He used his magic on her, to throw her out. But why? It is not like she didn’t help him before, and she would use the spell Poppy taught her. She sighs, maybe Harry can give her advice. She whipped her wand and shimmering glob appeared, well it is something, after the battle, she was unable to summon her Patronus at all
“Harry, I need your advice, can you come? Please. Professor didn’t allow me to use the spell on him. Please, Harry, I have no one to ask.” She sent the globe to Harry and fixed her eyes on the door.
‘That girl sure did sound satisfied. Too much, I know too much!’ she whimpered but refused to close her eyes. Shivering. ‘No, Hermione, you will not ponder on Professor’s sex life.’
It was almost painful to remember how much he was devoid of any feelings whatsoever. She started to pace than sad, suddenly realising…she wasn’t crying anymore! The sense of doom was gone. Pain, her own pain was still there, but she wasn’t feeling so hopeless anymore. There was the tiniest bit of light on the end of the tunnel. She frowned, come what may – she will keep him alive…or at least she will try until he is strong enough to kill her.
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Poppy approached him grumbling
“No one ever listens to me.” She poured the potion down his throat and flicked the wand to his groins, his shoulders slacked “I gave you something to preserve those poor vocal cords, you are so determent to shred once again. It won’t lift the pain, but it will help a bit. We need to talk Severus Snape” he cringed at her tone of voice, feeling like he is once again small boy being goodheartedly berated by her for ending up in the infirmary too often
“Thank you.” He whispered it didn’t hurt that much if he whispered
“Why didn’t you let the girl help you?”
“She IS my student.” He hissed ‘Does she even understand what is she asking or what happened? She must have given the charm she used…’
“She was your student, now she is your nurse. I thought her that spell for a reason, or do you think you were resolved from normal physical function wishlist in a coma?”
“That is not..” he blinked, ‘WHAT?’ Poppy cut him
“And what do you think, who took care of you? Who bathed you? Who was holding you when you had post-cruciatus tremors?”
“Do not tell me it was…her.” He couldn’t hide the horror in his voice. Wasn’t it enough that girl invaded his privacy, his inner thoughts? He was violated, it sure felt like he was in more ways than one ‘Merlin!’ he felt terror gripping his guts ‘She bathed me!’ that would require…and he was… ‘No, no, no! I refuse to accept that!’ his mind reeled while his insides worked on highly ingenious somersaults ‘She. Did. Not!’
“She is in charge of you, Severus. Like it or not, I have a full hospital of wounded. St. Mungo’s is overpopulated, I am at maximum capacity and there is only one me.” Poppy was merciless, he was sure by now she could see horror on his face clearly, his face muscles felt contorted but he was unable to school them into calm mask
“So you dumped me on Granger?” he growled
“I ‘dumped’ you, as you put it, on the only person I could trust, who had only your wellbeing on her mind, even before hers. You need constant care, Severus, and I do not have that time on my hands. The girl cares for you, I do not know why but she does. And you won’t give her grief for it.” He grunted “I won’t have it, be it here or in the Manor…You won’t refuse her help anymore. I cannot run to you every time she tries to help you. Did I made myself clear?” her voice is sharp and cuts like the knife
“Fine, but…”
“But nothing. I thought her the spell. Surely you prefer it to what she used to use on you.”
“What. Did. She. Used. On. Me?” he can feel the static of magic crackling
“Ice cold air.” Said Poppy matter-of-factly
“WHAT?!!!” he raised on his elbows a few centimetres before flopping back down on the bed, his mind is racing. While he was in a coma, thinking he died, few times he felt like his insides are freezing…was it her? Every time?
“Now, now. You can’t blame her, she didn’t know any better and you scared the girl, she didn’t know what to do.”
“She could have called you.” He grumbled feeling murderous
“She didn’t want to cause you the embracement.” Chuckled Poppy and he harrumphed, now he had permission to speak but not the will fearing that Poppy really might hex him if he voices his mind “It may please you to know, that you are better…equipped…than the youngest Weasley male.” Poppy continued to chuckle, he groaned, his head started to throb
“It does not…please…me. This is punishment? Isn’t it? They had no other way to punish me so they inflicted Granger on me? Surely, the Kiss is a more humane way to deal with perpetrators.” He glared at Poppy, if he could he would clench his head
“Now, now, I’m not telling you this to embrace you.”
“Then why do you telling me this?”
“To let you know that the damage is already done. Let the girl take care of you because I sure as hell don’t have that much time. Now I must leave you before Potter drags Lucius again. I won’t tolerate duelling in my hospital.”
“Potter? What he has with anything. I thought she is with the youngest Weasley.”
“Honestly Severus? No, Miss Granger is not with youngest Weasley, he couldn’t forgive her that she went along with Harry’s plan and came here to guard and take care of you. So, you should show her at least bit of gratitude.”
“I’d be more grateful if she stayed with him and leave me be. I still don’t see…”
“You don’t? She and Harry are much like yourself and Lucius. That much I can tell you.” Poppy rose from her seat “And Severus…I do not make empty threats. Langlock.” She flicked her wand at him
“Mmmmmmm mmm mmmm, mmmmmmmm!”
“It is on your head, you should have been silent. Now, you will be.” Huffed Poppy at him and walked out of the room
“Mmmm-mm!” ‘Damn that woman!’
His throat is burning. His head is splitting. And now he is jinxed speechless. Merlin! Granger! He will teach her not to meddle… He just wants to die. And how is this even possible? He wasn’t been able to…not for years…not since the day she died. But it would be just like him. To lock away his emotions. To lock himself so deep that he rendered himself impotent. Without his walls to bury himself behind…well. What does that matter, it is not like he is interested in other women. How long will I have to suffer? Why they just don’t let me die? Surely, I outlived my usefulness.
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