Aftermath

Awake.

"Professor? Can you hear me? What happened?", lightly shaking the shoulder I was still grabbing with my right hand, I tried my best to not violently wake him up or worse, increase his pain.
As soon as I heard a moan escaping his mouth, I stopped the attempt of waking him and let my wand slip from the sleeve of my robe in my open hand.

Casting some healing spells, his wounds were slowly closing and his breathing calmed. Relieved I took him to the living room. At least, I assumed that it was the living room with the couch placed in front of a petite table made of acacia wood. The walls were graced with bookshelves, full of every book, every genre, every branch a bookworm's heart could ask for. If this is heaven, then I never want to leave this. Not even for the best Earl Grey in the world.

Carefully I maneuvered Snape down, his body sinking into the pillows atop the couch. With a quick motion of my wand, polychrome lines of healing and diagnostic magic floated trough the dark room. Apparently, I was able to cure all his injuries and now he was just sleeping. Well, perhaps I could take a look at all those books while I wait for Snape to wake up. I will definitely not leave him in that state now!

I let my fingers glide along plenty of book covers until I abruptly stopped at one that caught my attention. Marco Polo. I really didn't expect such a book in the library of Severus Snape, Potions Master/war hero/dungeon bat/greasy git/ ...Not that I ever thought of him as old/greasy/dungeon bat/git/ ...you know what I mean.
Hesitantly I took the book and moved to one of the armchairs across the couch. When I fell into the soft and welcoming cushions, I let out a heavy sigh.

My, what a day. First, I had to arrest Ronald Bilius Weasly, one of my closest friends (well, EX-friends now), after he used dark magic on innocent muggles. Or, as he would express it, after he played with some unknown spells. I mean, what the hell? You should never play with UNKNOWN spells. That is the most important thing you learn when you attend Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But I should stop complaining. Ron was and probably will forever be an idiot for the rest of his now really monotonous life. Then I couldn't find that damn coin in the store and then I find a bleeding, dying, unconscious Severus Snape laying on the floor in his entrance hall. To say that this was a strange day would be the underestimation of the year.

After reading for what felt like hours, I noticed the person on the couch shifting a little bit. He will awake very soon. At least, I hope so.
Shutting my book as quiet as possible I leaned back in the chair and folded my hands above my lap. I must look like a politician. I chuckled slightly at my thought but remained silent for another minute.

C'mon, Snape, dont let me wake you up. I know you wouldn't want that.

Growing more impatient within the following minutes I began to tip my tiptoes at the dark carpet.

Finally, his eyes fluttered open and I shot up from my sitting position.

At first, a confused look crossed his face, followed by a painful and, eventually, his gaze locked at my person, an undefinable sparkle in his eyes. That look is freaking scary.
He tried to sit up but inhaled sharply.

"Professor, are you in pain? I could get you a potion if you told me where I can find one." I stepped to the couch and knelt in front of him. He just kept staring at me and I shifted uncomfortably. My, this wizard can stare.

"Miss...Granger?"

"Yes, Professor?"

"Could you please stop calling me 'Professor'? I haven't been your Professor for quite some time now."

"Right. I apologize...uhm...how should I address you now?"

"'Master Snape' will be enough for the moment. Now, well, could you please enlighten me as to why I am laying on my couch in my living room and as to why YOU are kneeling on MY carpet?", before I could open my mouth to answer his question he added, "And why am I feeling as though my body got split up in his atoms and was reassembled by a first year?"