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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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10
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2,689
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3
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Help Me
The room was cold. Much colder than she expected it to be, but maybe that was a sign. The girl no longer knew which was up or how she’d even gotten there. One moment she’d been on her way back to the chambers she’d shared with the man for what seemed like an eternity, and the next she’d found herself sitting in the cold room; a medical dressing gown draped over her shivering figure.
When the door swung open it startled her, though she did her best to remain calm. “Are you sure about this, dear?” Poppy Pomphrey asked.
Hermione wasn’t sure about anything anymore. His reaction, or lack there of, had left her with nothing but questions; questions that no one seemed to have the answer to, and so she found herself in the hospital wing. It seemed wrong. But going back to him— continuing on— that seemed wrong to.
“I just think I need another moment, please.” She said.
The mediwitch nodded and once more closed the door.
Hermione closed her eyes. How had it even happened? It was hard to say. She’d never put much thought into contraceptives, just assuming he had. But apparently he’d made a similar assumption regarding her. If she looked logically at the situation they had both been fools. And perhaps Minerva was right. Perhaps she was too young, their relationship too unstable. She bit her lower lip, feeling the tears welling up behind her closed eye lids.
The harsh white light of the room made it almost painful to open her eyes. “Someone,” she whispered into the otherwise empty room. “Please, help me.” The tears began to trickle down from her eyes. Too many decisions, too much on her mind; Hermione wrapped her arms tight around herself and rocked slowly back and forth on the procedure table.
The door swung open once more.
“I’ll help you.”
When the door swung open it startled her, though she did her best to remain calm. “Are you sure about this, dear?” Poppy Pomphrey asked.
Hermione wasn’t sure about anything anymore. His reaction, or lack there of, had left her with nothing but questions; questions that no one seemed to have the answer to, and so she found herself in the hospital wing. It seemed wrong. But going back to him— continuing on— that seemed wrong to.
“I just think I need another moment, please.” She said.
The mediwitch nodded and once more closed the door.
Hermione closed her eyes. How had it even happened? It was hard to say. She’d never put much thought into contraceptives, just assuming he had. But apparently he’d made a similar assumption regarding her. If she looked logically at the situation they had both been fools. And perhaps Minerva was right. Perhaps she was too young, their relationship too unstable. She bit her lower lip, feeling the tears welling up behind her closed eye lids.
The harsh white light of the room made it almost painful to open her eyes. “Someone,” she whispered into the otherwise empty room. “Please, help me.” The tears began to trickle down from her eyes. Too many decisions, too much on her mind; Hermione wrapped her arms tight around herself and rocked slowly back and forth on the procedure table.
The door swung open once more.
“I’ll help you.”