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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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A/N: @BlackRose "What the hell was she thinking? "- believe or not her idea wasn't bad, but what she did with it IS WRONG! And I do apologize for that, it was extremely hard to write that chapter and I hated every minute of it while I was writing. :'( ; "Severus...... so much pain. I really can’t blame him for being suicidal. " - It does put things into perspective.
He was crying most of the night. Even when tears run out, dry sobs continued. His face was still pressed to her belly. A T-shirt that she used as a nightgown was sporting a wet patch that stuck uncomfortably to her body. Wet from his tears and drool. She ignored it.
The pale track of dawn brightened the room. She was dozing, in the state of half-sleep. Still sitting on his bed and holding him. Rocking him gently and crooning even in her state. Still caressing his hair and shoulders. Even when he stopped crying. Even when he just went slack in her hands.
She was afraid to let him go. To stop doing any of those things, not sure which or if any actually helped. And she was so tired. Tired of her own mind trying to figure out if she was the cause of this or his memory?
It was the early morning when Poppy entered the room. Not through the fireplace but at the door, accompanied by Mr Malfoy. Hermione felt relieved. Picture before her spilling when tears filled her eyes. Poppy approached briskly.
“So it finally happened. Well, it took him a long time. Let him go, girl. I have to check him out.”
She nodded. Her throat constricted beyond an ability to speak. She tried to roll him on his back and he twitched. Is he trying to curl up? Or is he bothered that I released him?
“Matron, I…” her voice broke.
“Don’t worry Miss Granger. He will be fine, not immediately, mind you – but, now, I’m certain he will be fine. You just keep taking care of him.”
She nodded again. Maybe it's better if I don’t talk?
“Matron I… I used few harms on him yesterday… could it…”
“No my dear. This is not the charms.” Absentmindedly replied Poppy casting diagnostic spells. Finally, she smiled. “Well, he is not worse for the wear. Give him no more than three days – but after that… Force him to continue with exercises.”
“I will…” her chest tightened, fear constricting them. Should I...should I tell everything? I’m not afraid of the consequences, but… It was a lie, she was afraid of the consequences, but, not that much. Not enough not to tell. The bigger problem was - should she put him in that position? He lied to Misty, maybe he doesn’t want to be known?
“Give him this. He has to drink it.” Poppy’s words brought her back to reality.
“What is it?”
“Very mild Calming Draught. Nothing stronger than this. If he wants to cry – let him. If he wants to argue – let him. Don’t leave him unsupervised, not even for a moment.”
“I won’t.”
The whole time, Mr Malfoy was standing in the corner. He looked tired, dark shades under his eyes. He was leaning on his cane supporting almost entire weight on it. Silent and alerted. She approached him timidly.
“Mr Malfoy…”
He peered at her, not saying the word. But he didn’t look… he lacked his usual demeanour. He was just looking at her with a question in his eyes.
“Ummm. I think it would be the best if I postpone…”
“Quite correct Miss Granger. It would be, indeed, for the best until Poppy gives her permission that he may continue to receive visits.” His voice was nearly a whisper.
“Yes. Thank you.” She turned to walk away.
“Miss Granger, may I inquire…” He called at her back.
“Draco didn’t tell you?” She was certain that Draco reported her every move to his father.
“Miss Granger, contrary to your belief, Malfoys do not gossip.” He glanced at her from above.
“Hmh, yes, right.” She huffed. “Well, I do think you… miscalculated. I mean… those… I don’t know how to call them… but, they are horrific! Not even one is suitable for him. And he tried to strangle Miss Parkinson.”
Malfoy chuckled and she glared at him. Is he insane?
“Miss Granger, are you trying to tell me that you think you know Severus better than me?” He raised one eyebrow and his voice tingled with sudden ill-concealed sharpness.
“No, that is not what I’m trying to say. Not at all, just… They gossip, they talk about most boring things… They bored me to tears and I’m female, I can listen about makeup and dresses. Well, occasionally at least.” His eyebrow just travelled higher. “Look, I agree with you. It would be good for him to… to find someone. Some romantic interest. I am willing to help you, no matter how strange that sounds. But…”
“Miss Granger. Believe me or not, but ladies from that list are very carefully selected, to match his… preferences.”
“But you said…”
“I know what I said. I still stand behind everything I said.”
“Oh.” She blushed as sudden realisation slowly came to her. “Well, yes, fine. Thank you.”
She rushed to move away from Mr Malfoy. The fact that he didn’t try to snap her neck, she took that as a good sign.
Harry barged into the room and Poppy turned to her.
“Take him out of the room before he disturbs my patient. I gave you your instructions. Lucius will stay with Severus until you return.”
She nodded and placed a hand on Harry’s mouth pushing him out of the room.
“I will. Thank you, Matron. Thank you, Mr Malfoy. Let’s go, Harry, I’ll tell you in the tea room.”
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
He was sitting in the library. Worried and unable to sleep he went to library straight from Severus’s room last night. His leg danced revealing nervous jitter. Scratching of quill sounded too loud in his ears.
Draco sighed and stretched. Huge grin spilling over his face, he finally managed to compile all the information Granger asked him to. He cast a tempus and frowned. Father is probably with Madam Pomfrey with Severus. He gathered all parchments and rushed through the corridors.
He stopped in front of the door and leaned on the wall. It won’t end well if his father sees him looking like he just ran from France and back. Setting his hair and robes straight he knocked and entered the room. Before he managed to say a word, Madam Pomfrey harshly snapped at him.
“What is this? This man is sick and in need of the rest. You young people run in this room like it is a Quidditch field every few moments.” He took a breath to say something but Madam Pomfrey stopped him. “Not a word, young man. Now, is it something you have to say to me?”
Draco shook his head, mashing his lips tight.
“Do you have to talk to your father?”
He shook his head again.
“Are you seeking either Miss Granger or Mr Potter?”
He nodded. Potter? Is Potter here? Draco kept his mouth shut, making Madam Pomfrey angry was even less smart than making his father angry. And father did look like he is halfway there already.
“They are in the tea room. Run along now.” Madam Pomfrey released him, and he mutely nodded to both his father and Madam Pomfrey, swiftly slipping out of the room. But, not before he tossed a glance at the bed.
Once he was in the hallway again, on the other side of the door he closed his eyes. Snape looked peaceful to him now, but last night… That was the reason he was in the library until now. Draco never claimed that he knew what to do or how to handle tears. His or anyone else's, for that matter.
Seeing Severus like that… Broken… It shook him up badly. He could bet Galleons that the sound will hunt him for years. The man saved his life, in Merlin’s name! Even after he was an absolute prat to him. The man was like a second father to him! He didn’t know why happened what happened last night… But, at that moment he was almost grateful for Granger being in their home.
Draco frowned. Granger really did gave her best to help Severus heal. Not once he entered the room to find them in deep conversation about the topic that sounded too advance for him to comprehend. Not that he would ever admit that to his father! And with all the arguing and growling, Severus appeared to be more tolerant towards her. Maybe, just maybe, Granger was good for Severus. He will have to give it a thought when he finds the time.
Not now. Now he had to find her and give her all that he compiled. If there was an off chance to help somehow, no matter how minimal, in Severus’s recovery – he will seize the opportunity. That was the least he could do.
Jolted by a new surge of energy and determination he nearly dashed to the tea room. Words of his mother ringing in his head. Do not run down the corridors, Draco. If need be, walk briskly but do not run. You are a Malfoy. At this moment he didn’t give a rats tail about being a Malfoy.
He barged into the room. Potter was standing, leaning heavily on the chair’s back, with a bemused look on his face. Gaping like a trout while deep redness covered his forehead, ears and neck. Granger was near the window. It was easy to see that she didn’t have much sleep either. She was slowly shaking her head, voice broken by dry sobs.
“…I don’t know Harry. What if I caused…”
Her words hit him like a whip. What did she mean by that? Draco was sure that Granger was only doing the best she could for Severus. Then again, the memory of her mad rescue mission, when she spoiled father's plan came to mind. She maybe has good intentions, but that doesn’t mean that she didn’t mess up again. In two steps he was in front of her.
“What did you do, Bucktooth?”
“I… I… “ She stuttered, her eyes wide open and full of horror. Before he was able to react, she was pressing her head against him, sobbing. He turned to Potter, panic rising inside him.
That seemed to snap Potter out of a stupor. He approached them and turned Granger to himself, hugging her.
“What happened, Potter?”
“As much as I could gather, Snape had a nasty reaction to the memory of killing Dumbledore.” Potter flinched at those words.
“Of course he did. He was miserable after we returned to Manor. Dark Lord…”
“Voldemort.” Corrected him, Potter.
“You call him that, after what I went through – Dark Lord.” He grumbled. “Dark Lord ordered the celebration. Severus spent the entire evening in the library with a book and a glass of wine. And he didn’t drink wine – he just held a glass next to himself.”
“It doesn't sound to me like he was miserable.” Replied Potter.
“Whenever Severus feels miserable he reads a book and twirls a glass of wine in his hand. It prevents people from talking to him.”
Granger wailed and intensified her sobbing. He and Potter looked at each other. Apparently, both of them were lost and had no idea how to react. Finally, he decided that his news are more important than her pitty.
“Stop bawling, Granger. I finished it.”
“Finish what?” She hiccuped the words without raising her head or glancing at him.
“The research, about crushiatus. Don’t tell me you just wanted to swamp me with useless work!” He couldn’t hide the sharpness from his voice entirely.
Her head snapped up. She yanked the parchments from his hand and sat on the settee to read, still hiccuping.
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