Insomnia

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from the books or the movies. That privilege belongs to the gracious J.K. Rowling. I do not make any money from writing of this story. Again, that privilege belongs to the gracious J.K. Rowling.

A/N: This is the last chapter I will post until Monday. I am going out of town tomorrow and will not be back until Sunday.

An Awakening Surprise
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It was Friday night and Snape was in his potions classroom cleaning. Usually, he would assign someone detention and have them clean, but his anger had subsided, only a little. After he had finished, she was beginning to go to the Hospital Wing when he felt tremendous pain. He rolled up his sleeve to see his Dark Mark intensify in color. “Shit.” Snape muttered. He quickly raced to his private quarters. After he warded his room, he began to undress. Five minutes later, Snape had donned his Death Eaters robes. He grabbed his mask and Apparated to Voldermort’s lair.

Snape walked to the inner chamber that played host to most of the meetings. When he entered, he took his place in the horizontal lines that were by rank. He stood next to Lucius Malfoy, who was second only to Bellatrix LeStrange. When everybody was in place, the Dark Lord appeared on his throne. “Evening, my faithful Death Eaters.” Voldermort said. “Severus, what information do you have for me?” Snape stepped up to kiss Voldermort’s outstretched hand before replying. Snape kneeled. “My Lord, I have acquired the Order’s tactical defensive strategy. Snape reached into his robes and found a rolled up parchment. He handed the parchment to Voldermort. Voldermort quickly unrolled the parchment and read it. After he was done, he hid the parchment in his robes. “Excellent Severus. This will help us tenfold.” Voldermort stated. “Is there anything else, Severus?” Voldermort asked. Snape, still kneeling, replied. “Yes, my lord. About two weeks ago, someone cast an Imperious Curse on me. I ended up raping a Hermione Granger. She is Harry Potter’s adviser.” Snape braced himself as Voldermort entered his mind. He let Voldermort see only the images he wanted him to see. After the intrusion was over, Voldermort seemed almost happy. “Did you break her?” “Yes, my lord. She has not woken up.” Snape replied. Voldermort cackled."Excellent Severus." “Most gracious, my lord.” Snape said. Voldermort gave him permission to leave. When he Apprated back to his rooms, Snape threw his robes to the floor and paced for an hour before he went to the Hospital Wing.

Snape was quietly sleeping when Madam Pomfrey came over to Hermione’s bedside. His head was bent and his arms were folded across his chest. Poor man, Madam Pomfrey thought as she fluffed Hermione’s pillow. With a wave of her wand, a pillow and a sheet appeared. Magically, the pillow placed itself behind Snape’s shoulder and the sheet draped itself around Snape’s torso. Satisfied, Madam Pomfrey retired to her private quarters for the remainder of the night.

It was late Saturday afternoon when Harry and Ron had visited the Hospital Wing. They carefully placed cards and candy on Hermione’s bedside table. Harry reached for Hermione’s hand and planted a gentle, friendly kiss on her knuckles. “Wake up soon, Mione” Harry whispered. He traded places with Ron who was at a loss what to do. Ron simply held her hand. His love for Hermione was like his love for Ginny. He and Harry loved Hermione as a sister that sometimes annoyed them about their schoolwork. He prayed to every god he could think of that she would wake up. It wasn’t fair! The only thing Hermione was guilty of was nagging them. If he could, he would trade places with her. Finally, Ron leaned in closer so that Harry could not hear him. “I promise that I will find that bastard that did this to you. I swear I’ll kill him.” Ron whispered. After kissing Hermione on the cheek, both men turned and prepared to leave. On their way out, Ron accidentally bumped into another person entering the infirmary. Ron started to apologize when the person spoke first. “Mr. Weasley, watch where you walking!” Snape roared. “Sorry, Professor.” Ron said. Before continuing into the infirmary, Snape yelled, “Ten Points from Gryffindor from lack of direction.” Ron and Harry gaped at the Potion Master’s back. “That git!” Ron grumbled. He was wondered why Snape was visiting the infirmary. “Hey Harry, why do you think Snape’s in the infirmary?” Ron asked. Harry was thinking about his and Ginny’s activities they had planned for later that night when Ron interrupted his thoughts. “Huh?” Harry asked. Ron had repeated his question. “Maybe he’s worried about Hermione.” Harry answered. Ron didn’t think so. “Why, though? I know he found her and all, but why is he always visiting her?” “Maybe he’s worried.” Harry replied. “I guess.” Ron said sullenly. Ron wasn’t so convinced. He felt that there was more to Snape’s story than he was letting on. He tried to ponder more on his new accusation but Lavender had spotted him and immediately dragged him away from Harry to their secret snogging location.

Meanwhile, back in the infirmary, Snape had spotted Madam Pomfrey. She had just finished pulling the curtains back around Hermione’s bed. He walked up to her but was stopped when Madam Pomfrey had turned in his direction. She walked up to him and spoke. “She still hasn’t woken up Severus.” Madam Pomfrey stated. As abruptly as he came, he left. During his leave, Snape flung the doors wide open. Madam Pomfrey sighed. She knew his intentions were noble, but Miss Granger showed no signs of ever waking up. Her condition was physiological not physical. She had to overcome that before waking up. Also, when she woke up she had new problems to deal with. Madam Pomfrey sighed again. He’ll come again tonight. She thought. While in thought, she accidentally dropped her wand. She bent down to retrieve it when she heard a noise. Startled, Madam Pomfrey jumped. What in Merlin was that? Madam Pomfrey thought. Slowly, she walked in the direction of the noise. It was coming from Miss Granger’s bed. When she reached her destination, she halted. Pulling back the curtains, Madam Pomfrey gasped. Staring at her intensely were two, wide brown eyes.


A/N: Yay, I finished. Please tell me what you think. I love reading reviews.