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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: Ok, I missed to post this last night...but I owe a huge THANK YOU to FawkesyLady, she managed to chat me out of my writers-block and give me a nice idea how to un-stuck myself from a very nasty spot.
In agreement with my beta – I’m posting this chapter unedited when she finishes with fixing the grammar and with me, I will re-post this chapter at a later date.
At that time, I do expect that some parts will be enhanced and there will be no grammatical errors.
I leave it to you to read it now or wait some more.
When I upload edited chapter I’ll remove this note :)
Poppy stepped into the darkened room and frowned, it appeared to her that Hermione didn’t exaggerate in her note. She scanned the room with one swift look.
Hermione and Draco stood up from the table, covered with books and parchments. When she arrived they were hunched above the reading material, arguing about something in hushed voices. Few jars with blue flames provided too little reading light for her liking.
Severus was huddled under the covers. She was impressed by how much of mobility he regained. She was also concerned with his lack of reaction.
The kids approached her and she turned to them narrowing her eyes and asking them instead of greeting. “Why is so dark in here?”
They glanced at each other, Draco gulped and Hermione looked to the ground.
“Well? I’m waiting.” she prompted them to talk, loud enough for Severus to hear.
“Ummm, Severus is bothered by light, and we….” started Hermione in almost a whisper.
“And you allowed him to bully you into darkening the room and destroying your eyesight without proper reading light.” she huffed. “I won’t stand for that.”
With that declaration, she walked to the window and opened the heavy dark drapes. Light rushed into the room making the kids blink and Severus to groan and bark, not removing the covers from his head.
“Close the bloody drapes!”
“Close them yourself.” she turned to Snape and then looked at kids “These are to stay open until he walks to them himself and close them.”
Both kids nodded. Severus uncovered his head and glared at her, squinting at the lite. She ignored his glare. He growled at her.
“Poppy, close the drapes or face the consequences,....”
“And what are you going to do? Stare me to death? Stop acting like the stubborn mule you are, Severus Snape. I won’t indulge your wallowing in self-pity.” she cut him off, sharply. She knew she shouldn't talk to him like that, but first, she had to remind him with whom he was talking too.
There was a gasp, released from the kids at the way she talked to Severus. She turned to them.
“Girl, your assumption was spot on, so why did you indulge in his unhealthy requests? I left you the list…”
“But the list does not say what to do in these situations.” cried Hermione, looking like she is on the verge of tears. Poppy sighed silently, blowing through the nose.
“That is not an excuse, you have your brain, Miss Granger, I do expect from you to use it. You are stubborn enough not to succumb to his unreasonable demands. You didn’t so far, and I expect from you not to start now.”
There was a sarcastic snort to her right, coming from Severus. She sharply turned her head to him. Something didn’t add up. Poppy’s eyes roamed from Hermione to Severus and back.
He found something to hold over her head, stubborn mule. “Do you have anything to report, Severus? Anything that would require from me to remove Miss Granger from your side?” she asked and Severus took a breath to speak but she added briskly “I would need a legitimate reason, Severus, your annoyance with the girl is not a reason.”
Something was going on, she just didn’t know what. Hermione was red in face and she was looking at the floor, curling her shoulders to the front. Draco’s eyes widened, he was glancing at Hermione and Severus. Severus just shook his head with a blank expression. She nodded.
Maybe Potter was right in his assumption, I have to tell Minerva to visit the girl. A bit of separation may be good for both of them.
“Very well girl. Both of you, out, now.”
Hermione and Draco almost dashed out of the room. One would think I threatened to eat them alive.
She moved and sat at the edge of the bed. Severus was glaring at her again, but his glare lacked the customary coldness and sharpness. It was just an empty stare on frowning face.
“What is going on, Severus.”
“Did something supposed to happen?” he asked, defensive and prickly as ever.
“No, not to my knowledge. I am satisfied with how well you advancing...” she observed him, but couldn’t read anything on his face. He just snorted. “You are…”
“I am molested by that...child with your permission, Poppy.” he snapped.
“Physical therapy is not molestation.” she frowned at him, Severus was always one of the most difficult patients she had.
“She is...handsy.” he growled, “I do not need her...touching my....gluteus or-or anything else, for that matter.”
“She is not handsy, that is called massage, Severus, and it is part of therapy as much as exercises.” she replied evenly. His empty eyes filled with anger.
“And bathing? Is that part of therapy.”
“Can you bathe on your own?” she asked.
“Partially. I certainly do not allow her or anyone else to…” he paused briefly, “I had enough humiliations in my life, no more.”
“She bathed you while you were in a coma, how is this more humiliating….” she started and he snapped again.
“By Merlin and Salazar, woman! It is!”
“I see. Given your age and previous condition, one would think that you would be relieved if not happy.” this was a blatant provocation on her part, but she had to test him.
“And I assure you I am ecstatic, can’t you tell?” he drawled with an empty sound echoing in his voice. “I do not appreciate being touched, groped, exposed in any way and you know that. And especially now.”
“Why? What changed and to what extent?” she asked, another provocation mixed with her medical duty.
“You tell me...” he narrowed his bland eyes at her.
“It is harmless, Severus. As long….” she started
“For the love of… You daft biddy, the child is my ex-student!” the rage burst out of him in a gush of words almost choking him “I have no desire to...flaunt...my charms....to her. No matter of their state.”
“And the state of...arousal...happens during her massage?” she asked, unconcerned.
Poppy knew that this was possible even almost certainly expected. His body healed at much faster pace than his mind, it always did. What she didn’t predict was his lack of control. It seemed to her that he couldn’t control his body functions any more than he could control his memories. Is it all connected somehow?
“Even if you can’t control it, Severus, as you recall it is nothing that Miss Granger hasn’t deal with.”
“Yes, my memory serves me well, too well in fact.” he mumbled
“Is it a general condition or is it somehow connected to Miss Granger?” she asked - another provocation. He refused to answer, staring in the space behind her with a dignified look on his face.
“Fine. I have my answer anyway.” she smiled at him and he glared at her, it was almost heartbreaking how much he failed to do what was almost his trademark. “You knows what is happening to you, Severus, don’t you. You know what is wrong with you.”
“I have rather a good idea...” he replied, the hollow echo in his voice deepening.
“Severus, did you talked to anyone about … what are you going through.”
“I did, I complain every bloody time - it seems to have no effect.” he grumbled.
“I meant about your memories, about what you wet through in war. Both of them.” she amended softly. She considered him to be her protege, and her heart bleeds for him.
“And whom would you suggest, Poppy? Who would be the suitable vessel for all the things I wouldn’t confess to even Albus or Dark Lord or Lucius?” his voice had another deeper note of emptiness.
“You can talk to me, or someone from St. Mungo’s.” He just continued to the spot behind her “Or you could talk about it to Miss Granger - she already has…”
“No.” it was angry low hiss
“She does lack a proper training, but you could still talk. She is already known…”
“She knows only what I can’t prevent her to know. I won’t be responsible for permanently damaging the girl, Poppy, and that is my final word.” he growled at her.
“Well, you have to talk to somebody and if you won’t talk to a stranger...then pick one of the people that Surround you.” she replied harshly.
“That child is rutting too much in my head. You gave her the permission to have almost unlimited access to my body. And I refuse to give to her what little of me is left!” he continued, talking over her words not hearing her at all.
He is too comfortable for his own good, we do need to take the girl away from him, even if only temporarily. I have to talk to Minerva.
“A healer, and in your case Miss Granger,....”
“I said no !!!”
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The sound of alarms startled Hermione so much that she nearly dropped her tea-cup. Narcissa seemed to be unphased by the ringing, the woman placed her teacup on the table with unrushed grace and glanced at her with a small smile.
“I was expecting this. Poppy does have a knack to unsettle him. Shall we?”
They raised from their seats and walked to the Severus’s room. Hermione felt like she could run or apparate just to be there and see that he is ok, that Poppy is fine, but Narcissa wasn't in a hurry. Fifteen to twenty paces, no more from Narcissa's quarters to Severus’s and it took them what seemed forever to get there.
The door of the room was open. Lucius was already in the room, and she could swear that he was doing his best not to laugh. Poppy was sitting on the bed, looking unharmed and unphased. Severus was in a half sitting position arm stretched, frowning at Matron.
The fine dust lingered in the air, the floor was covered in rubble. She could hear Narcissa sigh.
“You know, Severus, I think I’ll just forego the mantle until you are healed. Really there is no point in replacing it.”
Lucius roared in laughter, even Poppy chuckled. Severus flopped back on the bed, looking defeated even if he was still glaring at Matron. His lips stretched in a tight, thin line.
“Well, you may act like a two-year-old, flaunting with wild magic, Severus… That, however, does not make my words any less truthful. Think about it.”
Matron stood up and approached Lucius, Narcissa and herself. Poppy gave one stern stare to Lucius and turned to Narcissa.
“I do apologize, my dear.”
“It is fine Poppy. Thank you for putting up with him.” smiled Narcissa.
“If I give up, no one else would manage to rein him.” sighed Matron. “Girl...” the Matron called and her heart started to beat faster “You will continue as you did so far. Where is the boy?”
Hermione wanted to say that Draco separated the moment they were out of the room, she was even surprised not to see him in the room when she arrived when he called from the hallway. She twirled to see him and gazed at the girl behind him.
The girl was tall, blond and with the royal stance. Hermione thought that the girl looked familiar to her, she must have seen her in the dining room or halls of Hogwarts. She was sure that the girl wasn’t in her year, but still, something in her features was too familiar.
Poppy cleared her throat. “Two of you, follow me.”
Matron lead them to the hallway again, and they followed while the girl was saying hello to Malfoys. Once in a hallway, Matron cast a privacy charm and cleared her throat.
“I’ve got the word from St. Mungo’s. They are sending you their gratitude, especially to you boy. They are working on the cure based on your findings. And I was assured that the full credits will be given to the two of you for the initial idea.”
Draco smiled, she felt like a huge stone rolled off her chest. “So, they will be able to help him?”
“Unfortunately no, not right away. First of all, they already developed few healing possibilities, they do show short-term results. But even that won’t be possible for Severus.” explained Matron with a grim face.
“But why?” she asked. Hermione felt like she was submerged under the deep water, she felt hard to breathe and like bursting.
“His case is...different. In order to help him, the healer would have to establish a connection with his mind - which is impossible Miss Granger, because of your connection with him.”
“Then I could...that is if they teach me how…” she felt hope bubbling in her chest.
“That is out of the question, girl.” sternly cut her off Matron “You two manage to make an even bigger mess each time you try, and I won’t be responsible for more troubles from the two of you. And you are still banned from learning about mind magic and practising it Miss Granger.”
Hermione felt like Matron just hit her with a curse. There was an odd emptiness inside her, that pressed on her chest from inside, in the most painful way. Matron’s face softened, and she smiled continuing to talk.
“But more than that. They couldn’t try even if you managed to break the connection, Miss Granger. His magic isn’t stable enough for something like that. Not to mention that Severus would rather snap healers neck than allow him to poke around his head.”
She nodded, still feeling that emptiness pressing on her. It felt like she failed all her subjects at once - she felt lost and powerless. Matron continued.
“I just wanted to keep the two of you up to date. Now then, Mr Malfoy take Miss Greengrass and Miss Granger for a walk or whatever you kids do. I’ll stay with Severus until he calms down. Wait here, I’ll send Miss Greengrass out.”
She watched as Marton turned and went back to the room then turned to Draco.
“We did all that for nothing! Well, not for nothing, they will heal others and that is good but… Wait, ‘ Miss Greengrass ’ as in Daphne Greengrass? I didn’t recognize her at all.”
“That is because it is her sister, Bucktooth.” smirked Draco. She took the air to return the insult when a soft, measured voice from behind stopped her.
“That is no way to talk to a member of the Golden Trio, Draco.”
Hermione swirled on her heel to face a girl. Astoria smiled at her politely, her posture reminded Hermione of Narcissa.
“It is a privilege to meet you Miss Granger.” she tilted her head slightly in a greeting.
“I...I’m...It is nice...The honour is mine Miss Greengrass.” stuttered Hermione, wanting nothing more than to kick herself. It was like she forgot everything she learned so far.
“And we may get in the workroom before my mother catches us chatting in the hallway.” huffed Draco, his forehead was pink and Hermione found that amusing.
So, this is his girl. She thought trailing behind them.
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