The Blowers Daughter

The cut on Hermione’s head was worse that she had first thought, and when she got out of Remus’s room, she suddenly felt very light-headed.

“Miss. Hermione, are you ok?” She heard Godric call. She merely nodded and stumbled past him. She knew that her room was too far, and that she would not make it down the spiral staircase without collapsing. She stumbled along the corridor, feeling the wall for guidance.

“Don’t tell me he gave me concussion,” she moaned to herself. Her head grew lighter and she fell against the wall. She suddenly felt very tired, but desperately attempted to keep her eyes open. She rested against the wall, but was distracted by a cold voice.

“Madam, please remove yourself from my portrait.” She heard the voice sneer. She looked up to see a Salazar Slytherin staring at her, a sneer very similar to Snape’s plastered across his thin lips. She sighed in frustration when she realized that she must be outside of Snape’s living quarters.

“Don’t let him save me,” Hermione whispered to herself, but when she looked back to the painting, Salazar had disappeared. He had gone to fetch his master; no doubt assuming that he had caught a drunken student that Snape could chastise. Hermione fell to the floor, but was able to keep her eyes open long enough to see Snape at the door, wand raised and eyes darting about.

“Bloody Portrait,” he hissed to himself, but as he stepped out, he noticed Hermione at his feet.

“Professor Granger,” he whispered coldly, assuming she was either drunk or had tripped. However, when she gave no reply, he became concerned, “Hermione?” He knelt down quickly and brushed the hair away from her face to reveal the large, bloody wound on the side of her head, which had began to bleed more after her second fall.

“For Merlin’s sake Hermione, what have you done?” he whispered, opening her closed eyes with his thumb to check for a response, “Clumsy, foolish girl.”

“Remus,” she whispered.

“Yes, well we can get him here once I’ve healed you,” Snape said coldly, irritated by her demand to see him,

“No,” Hermione whispered as Snape lifted her into his arms, “It was Remus.” Snape froze, and instead of taking her to the infirmary carried her into his chambers.



Snape laid Hermione on a large green couch and knelt down on the ground next to her. He gently began to pull back her hair to see the damage done to the side of her head.

“You will need to allow me to heal it,” he told her softly. Her eyes were closed and she was nodding gently, “and you need to stay awake until I have fetched some concussion potion.” She opened her eyes a little,

“I’m tired,” she whispered.

“You’re not, it’s the concussion,” he replied, drawing his wand from his pocket, “Please do not sleep, or I may not be able to wake you.” She nodded and watched him tap her wound softly with his wand. It began to tingle and heal as he muttered a quick spell. She smiled at him.

“Thank you,” she sighed as her eyes closed again.

“Hermione,” Snape warned her softly, shaking her shoulders, “Please watch me for a moment whilst I fetch you a potion.” She nodded, but didn’t open her eyes.

“Miss. Granger!” he demanded in his most teacher-like voice. Her eyes shot open.

“I’m sorry Professor Snape, I didn’t mean to forget to add the dandelions,” she said, apparently in a daze. Her eyes began to focus and she remembered where she was. Snape was smiling at her softly.

“Stay awake for one moment, please,” he said, pushing a strand of hair away from her face. She nodded and watched him stand and go to a large cabinet in front of her, from which he took three potions. Snape then returned to her and knelt down.

“Open your mouth a little,” he whispered, uncorking a bottle and holding it to her lips, “This will reduce the concussion and make you feel more awake.” she nodded and drank the contents. Almost immediately the pain subsided, and her desire to sleep vanished. Snape then reached for his wand and conjured in front of him a small bowl and sponge. He reached for the two remaining potions.

“What are they?” She asked softly.

“One is to remove the blood, and the other to remove the bruise,” he said, pouring them both into the water. He then reached for the sponge, but Hermione stopped him.

“Your cuffs,” she whispered, reaching out to take his arm. He silently watched her as she rolled up the sleeve on his right arm, her fingers lingering on the faded dark mark that marred his white skin.

“Thank you,” he replied softly, before dipping the sponge in the water, “This may sting when the potion comes into contact with the bruise,” he warned, as he began to wipe away the blood from her cheek. He tentatively moved the sponge closer towards the bruise and as he rested the sponge on it, she shivered slightly.

“Sorry,” he whispered. She shook her head.

“It doesn’t hurt,” she lied. He nodded and continued to remove the blood. When he had finished she sat up and looked down at him. He slowly stood up and sat next to her, taking her hand in his.

“Why did he do this to you?” Snape asked, trying to control the anger in his voice.

“I wanted to prove you wrong,” she whispered softly, “But you were right. I told him that you wanted me to do an apprenticeship, and he became angry, and I yelled at him. He slapped me and I hit my head on the ground.” Snape narrowed his eyes and stood up, preparing to go and speak with Lupin, but Hermione grabbed his hand.

“Please don’t,” she whispered, “Let me deal with this.” He paused, but eventually gave in and sat down next to her. She fell against him, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“Stay with me tonight,” he said gently, his chin resting on the top of her head.

“I wont…” she whispered, but he cut her off.

“I don’t want you to sleep with me, but stay here, let me know you’re safe,” he said, “I will sleep here.” Hermione nodded and they sat looking at each other silently.

“Thank you for saving me,” she whispered softly, her head resting against his chest, “After all that I have said.” Snape kissed her forehead softly.

“I will always save you,” he whispered to her, “But will you ever forgive me?” Hermione’s large brown eyes looked up and she leaned in to kiss him. However, they were interrupted.

“Hermione? Please leave him, I’m sorry!” She heard Remus cry from outside, “Hermione! I know you\'re in there, Salazar told me!” She tore away from Snape and stood up.

“I need to go,” she cried, and before he could stop her, she had left the room.

TBC mwahahahha
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THANK YOU NICOLE FOR DOING THIS CHAPTER BEFORE I EVEN EMAILED IT!!

TO ALL MY READERS, I ACTUALLY HAVE TO DO SOME REVISING, SO I NEXT POST WILL BE Up IN A FEW DAYS.

PREPARE YOURSELF FOR EVIL REMUS (SHOCK), ARROGANT MALFOY (EER....NO CHANGE THERE), AND BETRAYED HERMIONE, (and who knows, Snape may even end up saving the day. There, you can\'t say I\'m not original! :P)

But to get all this, you need to review, to give me a reason to vent my creative juices ;o)!!!!!

Oh, and i recommend that you reread the Lucius chapter, as i\'ve added a little sentance that hints as to why Snape couldn\'t contact Hermione. \"Ooh its all falling into place!\" you shall say!
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Also, had to tie up some lose ends regarding Hermione\'s various ages, a they were confusing me! she was seventeen in sixth year, eighteen in seventh year, and twenty, not ninteen now!

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