Poisoned Love: A Snanoine Romance

Chapter Seven

"Professor Snape, do sit down. You look as if you feel just as poorly as I do. Would you like some water?"

Hermoine gestured to the pitcher left by Madam Pomfrey on the bedside table. With a quick flick of her wand the pitcher poured him a glass and sent the cup hovering by his elbow.

"Thank you..." he mumbled,  suddenly unsure of how to continue. He chose to sit down on the edge of the young woman's bed, the mattress creaking obscenely as if to balk his closeness to her. There was so much to say, but at what cost? How would she feel about the things he had done? How he had made her suffer? The lovely witch before him broke the spell of his rambling brain with a wince of pain as she moved, trying to get comfortable.

"Before you debrief me Professor, would you mind if I take a moment to freshen up a bit? I don't mean to waste your time, it's just that potion Madam Pomfrey gave left a terrible aftertaste and I could use a change of clothes..." Her blush deepened as her words tapered off catching his unwavering gaze.

"No need to be embarrassed Ms. Granger. You've been through quite an ordeal and it was foolish of Professor McGonagall and myself to assume you'd be up and raring for discussion after such a harrowing time. I shall fetch Madam Pomfrey..."

Hermoine held her hand up, stopping him before he could send his Patronus to fetch the healer.

"Actually sir, do you mind if I just accio'd what I'll be needing and sneak off to the prefect bath? If you could escort me there I'm sure I'd be fine on my own."

Snape thought this a terrible idea, but a deep, dark, and hidden part of him desperately wanted to agree. His eyebrow raised at the beautiful young witch before him, he simply nodded his head and stepped out from behind the closed curtain. He uncloaked her bedside, drawing back the curtain as Hermoine summoned her needed items from her dormitory with a wave of her wand.

A moment later a small toiletry bag and canvas duffel came soaring through the hospital ward's east window, hovering at the edge of Hermoine's bed. Snape flicked his wrist, sending  the toiletries ahead to the bathroom and turned back to face his former student.

"If you'll allow me Ms. Granger, I've been granted special permission to apparate inside Hogwarts for the present time. I think it best that you move as little as possible on your own till you've healed a bit more."

Without waiting for her response, Snape pulled back her covers and scooped the bedridden witch into his arms, twirling for the briefest of moments before disappearing with a pop.

Sorry this chapter is SO SHORT! I have been playing catch up after a week off work and it's stealing me away from my writing time! The next chapter is going to be a juicy bit of smut with so much more in the near future for our young lovers!! Stay tuned and thanks for reading.