Love Bites (REPOST)

Chapter 9 ~ Infirmary Visitors

Hermione looked at the Potions Master. She couldn't send him back to his rooms with all the randy witches lurking about. She supposed she could put him up in an enclosure in the infirmary for the night.

Severus was looking at the witch. He could see the wheels turning in her head. The Potions Master knew she was probably thinking about leaving him in the infirmary for the night, but to be honest, he didn't trust being there. It was too out in the open and he was sure the witches heard him name the infirmary as his destination.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something when a large buzzing noise rang through the infirmary. Severus started.

"What was that?" he asked her, turning in his chair and looking out of the office frowning. Hermione stood up.

"That's the buzzer. Someone wants to see me," she said. "Wait here."

Severus had a bad feeling about this as he watched the witch walk down to the emergency doors. Hermione stopped next to them and pressed a small button beneath a speaker box.

"This is Dr. Granger speaking. State your name and your ailment, please," she said in a business-like manner.

"This is Sybil Trelawney. I have a head-splitting headache, nausea and my bowels are very irritated. I need treatment," Sybil said.

"And Pomona Sprout…I've been fainting. I don't know what's wrong with me," the Herbology Professor said, making her voice waver weakly.

Both witches were a bit put out to find that the infirmary doors were locked and they had to press a button to gain admittance. It took away the element of surprise. The other members of their "get Severus Snape" gang had returned to their rooms. As far as Trelawney and Sprout were concerned, they had no stick-to-it-tiveness. But they believed together they could subdue the Potions Master and have their way with him. If they could get to him, that is.

Hermione scowled. She knew the witches were here for Severus. She looked back down the hall to see the Potions Master standing in the office doorway frantically gesturing at her to tell the witches to go away. But she couldn't do that. She had to examine them at least.

Hermione waved back at him frowning, and made a gesture up and down her body.

Severus looked at her a moment, then understood. He took out his wand and tapped his head. He seemed to melt away as the disillusionment charm took effect. Now he was a slight shimmer. But sharp eyes could see him if they detected movement. He still didn't feel safe.

Hermione grabbed a handle that was sticking out of the wall and pushed it forward. On the other side of the door, a small drawer appeared. Sybil and Pomona looked at it. Hermione pressed the button again.

"Please deposit your wands here. I don't allow patients to bring wands into the infirmary," she said evenly.

Both Trelawney and Pomona scowled.

"I will not hand over my wand," Sybil said. "I am a teacher at this institution. Surely I can keep it."

"Not if you want to be treated you won't," Hermione replied, "there have been incidences of accidental hexing of healers during medical examinations by distraught patients. This is my infirmary and I run it by my rules. If you want treatment, Sybil…you will have to hand over your wand. It will be returned to you when you leave."

Sybil scowled at the drawer. Damn it. She and Pomona needed their wands to bind Severus. He was in there somewhere. Well, at least if they got in they could get a better idea of the situation.

"Fine," Sybil said, sticking her wand in the drawer bad-temperedly.

Pomona followed suit, her plump face looking rather fallen as she did so.

Hermione pulled the drawer back in, opened a flap and removed both wands. She pressed the button again.

"Have a seat ladies and I will be right with you," she said.

Sybil and Pomona looked at the chairs that lined both sides of the walls on either side of the infirmary doors with irritation. Hermione obviously employed the muggle medical standard of having patients wait. Both witches plopped angrily down in the chairs.

Hermione walked back up the hall to her office. Suddenly Severus hissed in her ear, startling her. He was still disillusioned.

"What do you think you are doing? Obviously they are here with designs on me!" he said blackly.

"I have to see them, Professor. They are claiming to be ill. Anyway, I have their wands," she said waving them at his shimmer.

"It's not their wands I'm worried about, Dr. Granger. I cannot assault them if they attack me under the influence of this spell, as much as I would like to. And although they can't see me, I am sure they will still be drawn to me, possibly able to find me. I do not want to be here when you let them in," he said, scowling at the witch. "You agreed to help me, so help me."

Hermione sighed.

"All right, Professor, follow me," she said evenly. She didn't like this one bit.

She walked to the back of the infirmary and made a right, stopping at a blank wall in the corner. She pressed a series of bricks and the wall slid back, revealing her quarters.

"Go in and wait for me," she said, stepping aside as the shimmer walked through.

Hermione tapped the bricks again and the wall closed. She walked back toward her office, scowling. Gods, the Professor was in her rooms. She knew she would have hell getting him out of there. Well, at least she had two bedrooms. He could take the extra.

She walked into her office and deposited the witches' wands in the top side drawer of her desk and warded it. Then she sighed and headed back to the infirmary doors. She really needed to install a speaker box in her office as soon as possible. It would make the setup much more convenient.

She unwarded the infirmary doors, opened it and stuck her head out. Sybil and Pomona looked at the witch frowning. Sybil's eyes narrowed behind her glasses. She remembered Hermione dropping her class and calling her a fraud. She disliked her from that day to this.

"You may come in now," Hermione said, holding the door wide.

Wordlessly the witches entered, walking directly up the infirmary, their eyes sliding back and forth, looking for the Professor. Hermione let them walk a bit then said, "I need you both back here so I can examine you."

Both Sybil and Pomona turned around, wanting to protest. But they had come under the guise of feeling sick. They both walked back and entered the enclosure Hermione indicated.

"Sybil, you sit on this cot, and Pomona you take that one," Hermione said. "I'll be right back."

She exited and drew the curtain.

When Hermione disappeared out of the enclosure, Sybil looked at Professor Sprout.

"She's hiding him," she hissed. "She wants him for herself."

Pomona nodded in agreement.

"I'm going to demand to see him when she gets back here," Sybil said.

"Well, what will you do when you see him? You don't have a wand," Pomona said.

Sybil's face went black. "I don't, but that chit of a doctor does," she hissed, "I'll snatch it. Most wands work for any witch or wizard…maybe not as easily, but they do. All you need is the intent, Pomona…and I have it."

Hermione went through her stores. So the witches wanted to waste her time, did they? She located what she was looking for, smirked darkly and headed back to the enclosure and waiting witches. She stopped to pick up a couple of thermometers and tongue depressors, then continued back to the witches. She parted the curtain, put the bottles down she had collected and approached Sybil extracting two thin glass tubes from her pocket and uncapping them.

"Open your mouth and lift your tongue," Hermione said to Sybil imperiously.

Sybil opened her mouth to protest and Hermione unceremoniously shoved the thermometer into it.

"Close your mouth and hold that in," she said, turning to Pomona, who automatically opened her mouth and took her own thermometer.

Sybil sat there with murder in her eyes as Hermione took her pulse, looking at her wristwatch. Then she did the same to Pomona. Both pulses were fine. She extracted Sybil's thermometer. Her temperature read ninety-nine point one. That was fine. Pomona's temp was also within the normal range.

Hermione gave both witches a quick checkup, checking their eyes, mouth, throats and ears, then listening to their hearts. Both were in fine health.

Hermione picked up a clipboard and began writing notes. Sybil took advantage of this lull.

"Dr. Granger, Professor Snape is here, is he not?" she asked, her voice sounding somewhat accusing.

Hermione never looked up from the clipboard.

"Why yes he is Sybil. He is ill and in my care," Hermione replied, flipping the page over and continuing her writing.

"Ill?" Pomona asked surprised, "Well, we just saw him and he didn't seem ill…in fact he was in good shape the way he…"

Sybil hissed at her and the herbologist fell silent.

"What's wrong with him?" Sybil asked, disbelief evident in her voice as she looked at the young witch.

Yes, she'd be the type the Potions Master would go for…thirty something, pretty, brainy. Sybil felt like hexing Hermione. Sybil was in her early seventies, just approaching middle-age actually, but looked much older due to her love affair with sherry and the way she wrapped herself in scarves, gauzy robes and jewelry. She was rail thin too, bony with sharp elbows, knees and hip joints.

Hermione looked up at the witch soberly.

"I can't tell you that, Sybil. It would be breaking doctor/patient confidentiality. Suffice it to say he is very ill," she said evenly.

Sybil frowned at the witch.

"Well, can we see him? Visit him?" the witch asked, her large eyes shifting toward the wand sticking out of Hermione's pocket for a moment.

Hermione noticed it, her amber eyes narrowing slightly. Hermione had fought at the Final Battle too, and was no slouch in the hexing department. If Sybil went for her wand, the witch was in for a bad time of it. Hermione was now on point.

"I'm afraid not, Sybil. The Professor's illness is somewhat contagious. He is currently in quarantine," the witch said.

"Quarantine?" both witches said together. Pomona looked extremely nervous. She had been in contact with the Professor.

"But, but I was in…in close proximity to him recently," the stout witch began. "Could I have been infected?"

"Highly doubtful, but I am going to prescribe you a tonic for your ailments. Your system will be cleansed of any toxins. You too, Sybil. You are both ill. Possibly a magical virus you picked up someplace," Hermione lied.

"I'm…I'm ill?" Sybil asked, forgetting all about Severus for the moment. Sybil was a bit of a hypochondriac.

"The bones told me something was wrong," she began in her hollow, seer voice.

"Well, the bones were right. Good thing you came to see me when you did," Hermione said, walking over to the bottle she set on the counter. She picked it up and fished a plastic tablespoon out of her pocket. She walked up to Sybil, opened the bottle and poured a healthy amount on the spoon.

"Open," she said to Sybil. The witch obeyed. She was sick after all. Hermione gave her the potion, then cast a quick spell so the witch couldn't spit it back out.

Sybil choked and clutched her throat as the disgusting brew went down, her whole head turning green then red.

Hermione tossed the spoon into the trash bin next to the cot, then fished another one out of her pocket and walked over to Pomona, fishing another spoon out of her pocket, and gave her a tablespoon of the brew too, also keeping the chubby witch from expelling it with a quickly cast spell.

"That," rasped Sybil, "Was the most awful thing I've every tasted."

"Yes, it has been said to closely resemble the flavor of fresh dragon dung," Hermione commented, looking at both witches who made disgusted faces at the comparison.

"Er, Dr. Granger, what is the name of the potion you just gave us?" Sybil asked her.

Hermione leveled her eyes at Sybil

"Actually it is a colon/lymphatic cleanser and works over a three day period to expel toxins from the body. Our pet name for it is "The Both Ends Elixir." The reason it is called this will become apparent to you shortly. Now, you both have about twenty minutes to get to your rooms before the potion takes effect. In seventy-two hours you will both be in the best of health," Hermione said, motioning for both witches to get off the cots and follow her.

Hermione pulled back the curtain and exited the enclosure, the two witches following her and walking very close together for support. They hadn't known they were really ill. Hermione walked into her office and retrieved their wands and continued to walk toward the infirmary doors giving her final instructions.

"Drink plenty of fluids during this period. You will need to eat frequently as well," Hermione said, arriving at the doors and inserting the wands into the drawer.

She opened the infirmary door and the witches exited, retrieving their wands from the drawer. They started walking down the corridor silent and withdrawn without even thanking the witch.

Hermione watched the witches walk for a moment, then called out to them.

"Sybil? Pomona?" she called.

Both witches stopped and turned, their eyes wide.

"I suggest that you strategically remain close to a bathroom during this period, or invest in some witch-sized diapers and several barf bags. You're going to need them." Hermione added before closing the door and warding it.

The witches looked at each other stricken, then hurried off to their rooms before the Both Ends Elixir took effect.

"Waste my time, will they?" Hermione muttered as she walked back toward her office.

She halted, realizing that the Professor was in her rooms. She walked into her office, picked up the bottle of Clarification potion and put it in her lab coat pocket. She'd have to keep it close since she had no idea how long each dose lasted. Only a swallow had cleared her head. She would have to get more.

The situation wouldn't be so bad if his intrusion into her rooms did not occur on the same day she'd examined his penis. The wizard had enjoyed it way too much and way too openly. And her reaction to him, although spell-inspired was still frightening.

The reason it was frightening was because all the sexual desire she had suppressed over the years had finally tumbled out. She no longer had all the piles of work and study to occupy her completely. Even if she didn't physically have sex, she was going to be thinking about it. The Professor was the first wizard she had ever seen reacting in an overtly sexual manner. He was the first wizard to ever look at her with such animal hunger. And it had done something to her, made her want to continue to give him pleasure and watch his reaction…not just give him pleasure but increase it. She was glad she had been able to pull away. It would have been terrible for her first sexual experience to happen with a patient she was supposed to be examining on a cot in the infirmary.

Hermione thought about the Professor's cock. It was enormous. No wonder he had such a dominant, aggressive personality. With a sexual organ like that he probably produced more testosterone than three wizards combined. The witch wondered if Vashti was aware of this aspect of him. She thought back to the pensieve. Yes, the vampiress had touched him and said he was large and she would enjoy him.

A shudder went through her. She imagined the Professor would be wonderful to a witch who wanted sex. Well, this was the Professor. Maybe 'thorough' would be a better word than 'wonderful'. He was probably as dominating in his bed as he was in his classroom.

Another shudder went through her. Hermione wondered if she should drink a bit more Clarification potion. No, she wasn't in the wizard's presence. This wasn't Vashti's influence making her think about the wizard in a sexual way. This was all her. She had touched and caressed his cock after all, and after a while it wasn't in a clinical way. She had enjoyed smoothing her hand over his huge, pulsing organ and hearing his groans.

Dear gods. What was she admitting here?

Why did it have to be Professor Snape to be the wizard standing in the wings when her repressed sexual nature broke? It didn't help that he had a powerful, beautiful body. Alabaster, lean, strong, muscular, but in an athletic way. He wasn't bulky. His build did not inhibit his range of motion. His range of motion…the gods only knew what range of motion that wizard employed during sex…

Hermione shook her head. She had to stop thinking like this. She had an obsessive nature. She didn't need to start obsessing over a wizard. Particularly one with a cock almost the length of her forearm. She had never had sex in her life. With his endowment, Severus Snape was definitely not a starter wizard, he was more like one a witch would have to work up to…

She'd have to start out with a wizard that was average, six inches, then find one maybe six and a half to seven inches…then graduate to eight inches…

Hermione let out a little snort. How the hell could she do that?

Approach different wizards and say, "Excuse me sir. How big is your cock? I'm looking for an available one about seven inches long…"

Merlin. She was going insane. Absolutely insane. Hermione had a wizard in her rooms that was probably slowly turning into a vampire and here she was thinking about his cock. She should be thinking about her own ass. If Severus should turn, she would be the only available source of fresh blood. But Vashti said he would have to come to her to complete his turning…so more than likely he would simply be vampire-like…and let's face it, he was always sort of vampirish in features.

Hermione actually smiled when she remembered how Ron got it in his head that the Professor really was a vampire, and had wore charmed garlic to the Potions class under his robes for a week before the Professor found out where the odor was actually coming from. The charm made the odor seem to exude from someplace else. Ron had two weeks worth of detention with the dour Potions Master, and took to wearing tons of crosses during the course of them, stopping only when he saw the Professor striding across the grounds one rare bright sunny day.

Hermione's eyes began to glisten when she thought about Ron. Sweet, goofy, always-getting-it-wrong Ron. Gods, how she missed him…and Harry. They had died bravely and honorably, but still…they had died.

Hermione sobered, then patted her pocket to feel the reassuring bottle of potion there, a potion that would keep her from acting on her attraction to Professor Snape, an attraction she was almost sure wasn't all attributable to Vashti.

She lowered the torches in the infirmary and headed for her rooms.

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A/N: Wow. Hermione isn't to be trifled with. "Both Ends Elixir"? lol. Sybil and Pomona won't be thinking about the Potions Master at all for the next few days. Hermione has decided Severus isn't a starter wizard when it comes to sex. :::shaking head::: But she's attracted. We all know what that will ultimately mean…but will it be sooner or later? Maybe tonight? Ooh. A bit fast but hell, she is thirty. Well, we'll see. Please review.