Denouement (Snamione) **On Going**

Chapter 10

2 days had passed since Snape and Hermione last spoke. Snape felt lonelier than ever, secretly he hoped that she would burst through the doors with her beaming smile and give him the same content moments he felt before.

She never came.
And he knew it was his fault, but he was not going to send Poppy to fetch the witch, Merlin no. He had his pride.
And besides he knew he deserved her anger, how could he just pretend he hadn't said what he did? No, he resigned himself to being the worthless loser he always assumed he was.

Everything felt so much harder without her friendship, he used to get through the ordeal of bed baths by reminding himself that she would soon be there, with a bag of snacks or a book. Now there was no light after the darkness, no treat at the end of the torture.

"Severus!" A voice cooed, he turned his head to see Minerva smiling down at him. "Minerva... I'm hoping that you're well?" He inquired politely as the headmaster took a seat. "I'm very well Severus, I hear from Poppy that you are being a trouble maker as always?" She smirked with a glint in her eyes. "You know me too well Minerva.." Snape chuckled.

"I'm here to discuss a pressing matter, see, at the end of this week summer break begins and this year all students and staff will be returning home.." she began, pausing to await a snappy response from her colleague, but none came. "So as you can imagine, the hospital wing will be unstaffed.. we need to make arrangements for your care." McGonagall explained.

"Oh now I need another meddling nurse mothering me? just what i need." He groaned. "Severus, it's the ministries orders that the school is inhabited now during term time only.. you will have to return home to Spinners end, And you cannot do so unaided. Poppy is unable to join you over the summer so another carer will be found. There is nothing to worry about, I'm just keeping you informed." The headmaster explained with insistence, before taking her leave.

"Oh for fucks sake.. this is getting worse with every day that passes!" He scowled to himself, pouting like an ungrateful child.