Snape's Apprentice (Severus Snape Love Story)

Chapter 5

A fireplace is lit with a small couch and cushion chair are off to the side. Then in the corner of the room is a grand desk and chair that face towards the entrance. Further off to right side is a long wide table that stretches quite far along the wall. It is flat with a couple of stools by it. I smile at the work space, my own potions worktable. I organize everything by hand. I peek around some more and find a little closet full of randomness. Inside I am able to find a muggle Bunsen burner, a small cupboard, and a little shelve with small drawers on the bottom. I set the Bunsen burner up to the left of the stool which is placed at the center. The shelves I manage to transfigure to where it lengthens to stretch across the back of the table and up against the wall. I line up all off my ingredients alphabetically, and by type and purpose, then by color. I can be a neat freak I suppose. I set up the small cupboard in the center and placing it on top of the shelf. I place my stirring utensils in the drawer. Then I place my buffers in the top part. I place the vials in there also, and the empty bottles. I decide to move the little doors from the cupboard so that the space remains open and easily accessible. My mortar I place on the right of the stool, but further from reach nearer to the shelf. I place the small travel size cauldron on the far side. Then I place copper one on the floor and enlarge it to its normal size. I take a small case from the place where I stored my ingredients and put it to its normal size also, inside were my preserved specimens. These were for if I needed fresher ingredients. I’m not cruel, these creatures have not been really alive for a very long time, and I am not the one to put them in their suspended state. Mainly they are small creatures, doxies and the like. I take out my notebook and open it to where I left off.

Small print covers each page, so do small drawings and diagrams, and step by step instructions and tips that I learned and jotted down. My own formulas are included in the book also, and tweaks to actual potions. I close it and remember that I have other things to organize.

I put my many books on a shelf behind my desk, thank Merlin for shrinking charms. I managed to fit all of my personal belonging into one suitcase. I do not plan on going back to the Malfoys. I am twenty now I can do this.

I walk into the bedroom and use magic to sort and put away my clothes and knickknacks. I smile to myself and walk into the bathroom, a silk nightgown waiting for me on a hanger and I flick my wrist to turn on the water. I undress and get in, the water soothes me. I managed to relax and then remember that I have to fix my shoulder. I get out and magic myself dry. I don’t really even need to verbalize my spells or use a wand any more. I am very skilled, though I don’t really put it to the use my father wishes.

I put on the night gown which hangs off my curves suitably. I look in mirror and notice my shoulder is kind of black and blue. Episkey won't work this time. I need to manually relocate it which is very hard to do to your own person. I don’t want to bother anyone though.

I glare myself down and will strength into the other hand and grab tight onto my arm just below the shoulder and push... hard. I couldn’t hold back the scream that tore from my lips. That is the worst I have ever done. It gets worse and worse each time is dislocates. I can see a slight sheen of sweat that formed on my face and collarbone. I try to rotate my shoulder to find that it didn’t work very well and then the door to my chambers burst open.

Professor Snape stood there wand at the ready glaring viciously and inspecting every part of the room until his eyes rested upon me, his posture relaxed somewhat.

“What is going on in here? Why did you scream?!” I swallow, my mouth agape.

“I was trying to fix my shoulder. I told you it was dislocated, then you shoved into me worsening it, I had it fixed after our first meeting. Then in the train car you jerked me up by the arm which hurt it, and I took down my case and it dislocated again and worse...” It was his turn for his jaw to drop. “It just hurt, and it was a reflex scream as I was trying to push it back into socket. I didn’t want to bother anyone and I am used to taking care of myself when this stuff happens. It actually didn’t work as you can see.” I tried to rotate my shoulder and gasped from the pain. It was a deep black and blue color now. He put his wand away and stepped towards me. I involuntarily stepped further from him.  His brow creased.

“Why do you move from me? I am going to fix your shoulder.” I nodded and he stepped closer again and lead me to sit on my bed. I will myself not to have a panic attack.

“Could we not do this on my bed?” I ask quickly.

His brow quirked up. “Does my presence make you uncomfortable?” I know he was trying to throw in an innuendo somewhere but I answered him seriously.

“Yes.” My face was straight, and he scowled and we walked instead to my sitting area and took a seat on the couch.

His hands took hold of my shoulder and he whispered some words I didn’t recognize and pressed. I bit my lip and felt tears well up. He went slowly and moved it back into place with relative ease.  He massaged the muscle around it with his long slender but powerful hands and my shoulders started to relax. I was suddenly all too aware of the fact I was wearing only a nightie and nothing else. I noticed he was in black silk pajama pants and a black t-shirt. I looked to his eyes and gulped. I suddenly stood up and surprised him, which I have a feeling doesn’t happen too often.

“Um... It’s all better now. Thank you.” I said while cover my chest by crossing my arms. I felt all too exposed. He seemed to pick up something, but I don’t think he knows exactly what.

He stood up with grace, looking regal and straight. I realized just how tall he is. I am 5’11, he must be 6’4. His expression became colder.

“You're welcome, next time see that you get help sooner instead of acting like an idiot and further hurting yourself.” He said crossly, then pausing. “Meet me tomorrow morning after breakfast, which is in the Great Hall.” He swiftly left.