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My Best Friend's Father	By : Astrid-Lemons Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 24064 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Hermione had been furious that she was called back to the hospital because the healer-in-training's inability to read a chart properly. What she didn't anticipate was that it was Mr. Pimpton that he had the mix-up with. Not even 10 minutes after she arrived Mr. Pimpton's vitals went horribly askew; his heart rate plummeting as he began to convulse in his cot. His airways began to close off rapidly, leaving Hermione no choice but to use a muggle practice to relieve him quickly. She quickly inserted a long tube down his throat to keep his airway open while she used her wand to try and counteract the other side effects.
It had only taken a half an hour to stabilize Mr. Pimpton, but to Hermione it felt like hours. In her fit of rage she yelled many choice words at the healer-in-training, and demanded he leave. She would go to the head in the morning.
She sat next to Mr. Pimpton holding his hand in tears. He had no living relatives left, and it was rare for anyone to visit him. This man felt like family, hell he was family to her. She couldn't help but feel responsible. Rationally, it wouldn't have mattered that it took her an extra 5-10 minutes to get there, but she couldn't help but to feel responsible.
Slughorn wouldn't be back in town until the weekend, but she couldn't wait that long. She had to start working on perfecting the trial potion for the mysterious disease plaguing Mr. Pimpton, and a handful of others. It was very possible the healer-in-training's blunder could set back the effects of his trial.
Her eyes grew heavy; she leaned forward laying her head on his bed and drifted off to sleep. An hour later a tall dark wizard in billowing black robes entered the room, taking the slumbering young healer in his arms, and exited with her into the hallway.

"Hermione!" Ginny called out as she practically jumped on top of her friend. Hermione cracked an eye and took in the on-call room. She didn't remember coming here. "Please tell me you didn't…" Ginny continued.
Hermione yawned stretching out. The look on Ginny's face was of pure panic. "What the hell are you going on about? And how the hell did I get in here?" She looked around confused. The last thing she remembered was sitting by Mr. Pimpton's bed.
Ginny looked slightly relieved. "So you didn't see Snape last night?"
"Why would I?" Hermione bristled. She hadn't seen the wizard in almost a month since he took on work with the ministry.
The red-head lowered her voice moving closer to her friend. "One of the overnight medi-witches saw Snape carry you out of Mr. Pimpton's room and bring you here."
Hermione's eyes went wide as she quickly stood. It was common knowledge that the on-call room was used frequently for more, inappropriate uses. "Are you sure, Hermione?" Ginny rubbed her friend's arm with a look of concern. "Did something happen?"
"I'm pretty sure I would know if something happened." Hermione snapped.
"Hermione, people were already getting suspicious of you two before Lucius."
The curly haired healer lifted her hand to silence her friend. "The past is the past… I'm done talking about this." Hermione grabbed her healer robes off of a nearby chair and slung them over her shoulders. "Is he still here?"
Ginny shook her head. "No. He was down in the lab really early this morning, but he's gone now," Hermione gave her friend a quick hug. "I'm going to head down to the lab real quick to see what he was up to before rounds."
Hermione bustled out of the room and down to the lab.
She would never admit it aloud, but she was very thankful for the potions master coming in. He had left her exceptionally detailed notes on the compounds he had tweaked, and even made a potion specifically for Mr Pimpton to help offset the potential damage done earlier.
She pocketed Mr Pimpton's potion and made her way back up to the main floor. Despite only sleeping a few hours she felt wide awake and anxious to go see her favorite patient. "Morning Dr Granger." Drea greeted her with a smile handing her a few charts.
"Morning Drea, anything new happening with our trial patients?"
"So far so good." Drea said grabbing a roll of parchment on the desk beside her. "This just came for you a few moments ago."
"Thanks." Hermione said tucking the parchment in her pocket. "I'm just going to my office for a few minutes to sort things out. Don't hesitate to page me if anything goes even slightly off." Drea nodded.
Hermione made her way to her office with minimal human interaction. It had been a long night and she wasn't in the mood to really socialize. She plopped down in the chair behind her desk and pulled out the parchment from her pocket. She immediately felt her heart leap for joy when she saw the Malfoy crest on it. That was short lived as she read its contents. Lucius was being called away on business for a few days, though he would be back Saturday morning. He had also sent out invitations to her parents for dinner on Sunday night. She groaned. No doubt she would have a nice long angry letter for her by the time her shift was over.
At the very bottom of the parchment, written in elegant calligraphy were the words "Forever Yours, I Love You, Lucius". Her face lit up once more. She had never gotten around to analyzing their evening, although that was probably a good thing. She knew, without a doubt, that she would attribute his declaration of love to post coital euphoria instead of raw emotion had she thought about it directly afterward. Seeing the words written out by his own hand eased her thoughts on the whole situation.
After flipping through the charts and scribbling down a few notes she made her first stop Mr Pimpton. She normally saved him for last, but she wanted to get the new potion to him first and check on him personally. If things ran a little long she could always ask one of the medi-witches or wizards to help out on the others.
She knocked gently on the door frame and poked her head into his room. "There's my favorite gal!" He rasped. He was definitely feeling the after shocks of the blunder the night before. She stepped in with a smile setting his chart on a nearby table.
"How are you feeling, Mr Pimpton?"
"Rudy please." His voice cracked slightly, most likely from the tube being removed from his throat only an hour or so before she had arrived.
"Of course," she smiled. "How are you feeling this morning, Rudy?"
"Oh just fine, dear."
Hermione arched an eyebrow at the older man. He never liked admitting when something was wrong. She sat down gently on the edge of his bed and took his hand. "I need to know the truth, Rudy. Master Snape worked on a special potion for you to off set last night's episode. I need to know how you feel now so we can be sure this potion is working."
Rudy cocked his head to the side. He didn't remember. Hermione took a deep breath and explained the evening events, trying desperately not to cry. The older man sat up and gave the teary eyed healer a one armed hug. "No need to fret about it, Dear. I've had much worse."
Hermione took a deep breath and regained her composure before reaching into her robes to pull out the little glass vial of potion. "This should help get you feeling back to 'normal' and offset what happened last night." She pulled the cork out and offered it to him with a half hearted smile.
Rudy threw it back with a shudder handing it back. "Gods is that stuff disgusting." He said making a face. Hermione let out a soft laugh rubbing his upper arm affectionately. "I know, but I'm willing to bet it's going to help immensely."
She stood up and walked over to his chart jotting down a few notes before grabbing her wand to do a quick set of vitals. They weren't great, but not nearly as bad as when she found him the night before. "It looks like things are settling." She said closing his chart gently as she smiled at him.
"Can you send Master Snape my gratitude?" Rudy said shifting uncomfortably in his cot.
"If I see him I'll be sure to do that for you." Gods did she hope she wouldn't run into him again anytime soon. Slughorn was due back in a couple of days so it wasn't likely he'd be back for quite some time.
"Thank you, dear."
Hermione walked back over to the older man, adjusting his pillow and giving him a quick hug. "If anything feels off you page someone immediately." She gave him a serious look.
"You know I will." He smiled shooing her with his hand. "Now go get 'em tiger." He chuckled. Hermione laughed and made her way out the door to get a start on her mountain of charts and patients.

It had been a rough 2 days. Hermione spent most of her time at the hospital, only leaving to shower and catch a few hours of sleep. Lucius had already had all her things moved, but without him there it didn't feel right to sleep in his bed. All of her belongings were in the master suite, but she would still grab her things and sleep in one of the guest rooms. She had only seen Draco once, and he was acting stranger than usual. Her first night coming to the manor after work he greeted her at the door with "Did you see Severus? What did he say?"
When she gave him an odd look and told him she hadn't spoken directly with the surly wizard a flood of relief came over his face. He gave her a kiss and a hug before scurrying off to see Tom. She figured he was just over excited about the wedding and getting everything prepped.
At work things just kept getting more complicated. Mr Pimpton wasn't taking well to his trial anymore and slowly falling back in his health. No matter what Hermione tried in the lab she could never seem to get the potion to do what she wanted it to do. She was relieved it was Friday. Slughorn would be back and he would be more than able to help sort out the potions.
Hermione checked in as usual with her patients. Mr Pimpton was fast asleep by the time she got to him, and she couldn't bring herself to rouse the sick man. Instead she headed straight for the labs. Slughorn wouldn't be there until noon, the man never really was a morning person, so she decided to get a jump start on everything she had tried thus far. She sat down, spreading out her notes as she took a mental inventory on all the ingredients she had in stock. No sooner than she had set up her cauldron and gathered her ingredients the door swung open unannounced.
She peered up in just enough time to see the raven haired wizard glide towards her; his black robes billowing out behind him. "Morning Dr Granger. I do hope you have gotten a sufficient amount of sleep since the last time I saw you."
She arched an eyebrow at him and sat back with her arms crossed. "Thank you for your concern Master Snape, but I assure you I have had adequate enough sleep to perform my duties."
He smirked leaning against a nearby table. "I assume Mr Malfoy makes it quite impossible to sleep these days." His eyes flashed in her direction.
She rolled her eyes, ignoring his comment as she went back to her previous task. "Where is Master Slughorn?"
"Busy." He said in a clipped tone. He had yet to move; his eyes boring into the back of her head as she resumed her work. "So, when were you planning on telling me?" He asked raising his eyebrows.
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, Master Snape." She lied refusing to look up from the table. Did he really need to bring this up now?
"I hardly think formalities are necessary given our prior engagements, Hermione." He said moving towards her.
She went quiet, hoping if she didn't speak he would just go away. That wasn't going to work. Snape moved to the other side of her work table looming over her. "You can lie to Lucius, but you forget that I know better."
She glared up at him. "What exactly are you getting at?"
"Does your groom-to-be know how many times in the past two years I've made my way into your bed?" He asked with a smug smile.
"What does that matter?" She hissed pushing away from the table and standing in a huff. "I wasn't aware that I was required to give any man I marry a list of men I've had encounters with, and I don't see how it is any of your business."
His eyes narrowed. "It is my business when you have lied to me about our agreement."
"What the hell did I lie about, Severus?" She stepped around the table to face him with a scowl.
"We made an agreement to be exclusive in our carnal needs. Obviously you weren't." He sneered. "It seems a certain blond wizard was warming your bed when I wasn't around."
"First off, we had a purely physical relationship and you have no right over me. Secondly, Lucius and I had no romantic contact of the sort up until 2 weeks ago." Her face was red; her hands shaking.
"You are a terrible liar." He hissed stepping into her. "The day I received notice of our Ministry appointed nuptials was the day you were seen cavorting about with Mr Malfoy." His voice had become a dangerous whisper.
Hermione froze. She was supposed to marry Snape? It was already sorted? "Don't pull that on me." She snapped standing her ground. He had moved so close she could feel his robes against her own. "Draco said Lucius was my match and that the Minister had allowed him to make the reveal."
Snape clenched his jaw, glaring down at the young healer. "Well, I'd like to inform you that that is not the case. Granted, I did petition for you."
"Why the hell would you do that?!" She said throwing her arms up in disbelief.
"If I am to be forced to marry and procreate, I would prefer a wife who was able to provide me with at least semi-intelligent offspring." His eyes locked onto hers.
Hermione's mind was racing. There was no way Draco would lie to her about something like this. He just couldn't, and now Snape was telling her he petitioned for her hand? This was too much. She tried to turn away when she felt his hands gently grip her arms to keep her in place.
"You don't have to marry him. We can fix this." He said in his deep rich baritone as his head bent forward to capture her lips. Her hands came up onto his chest, trying to push him back. His lips were insistent and after a moment she gave up, letting her body go limp.
The door to the lab creaked open, a tall blond wizard with stormy gray eyes took a step in, and with a growl slammed his walking stick down on the hardwood floor.
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