I Will Remember You

I Will Remember You

by elvenprincess

Chapter 9

Diclaimer: See prologue

Hermione slowly opened her eyes and began to look around. She was in a sitting room, lying on a plush couch in front of a warm fire. ~A fire, in the middle of the summer? Only the Dungeons are that cold. Oh Crap. I passed out in class with Snape. Then why aren't I in the Hospital Wing, or still on the floor in the potions lab? Could this be Snape's quarters?~ Hermione focused her eyes and looked at the room with greater attention to detail. Rather than the green and black that she expected, the room was decorated in a very deep blue, with accents of silver and midnight purple. She sat up and put her strangely bare feet on the ground, expecting the cold stone but finding a plush carpet, in the same purple as the throw pillows on the couch. Though not what she was expecting, the high-class appointments and dark colors were certainly Snape, so Hermione began to wonder where her "rescuer" was. Her eyes drifted to what appeared to be a small kitchenette where Snape was actually cooking. She rose, to leave quietly, but the creaking of the couch gave her away. Snape turned sharpky, and rather that the anger that Hermione was expecting, she saw only relief in his eyes. "I was beginning to think I would have to call Poppy afterall." "Sir, if I may ask, why didn't you? Surely it would have been much easier for you to let Poppy worry over me." "Perhaps I was wrong, Miss Granger, In my assumption, but I believed that you did not wish to be treated like an invalid, as Poppy would have. Was I wrong?" "No, you weren't. Thank you. So what were you cooking?" "A good broth and some tea. Try as you might to hide it from the rest of the staff, I have noticed your appetite has been tapering off. So eat. Then we can either continue our lessons or you may be excused." "I would like to continue." "I thought as much." "What exactly happened? I am not getting sick already am I?" "No, Miss Granger. You and I were arguing and you got very fired up. This caused your blood presure to rise dramatically and you passed out." "Basically what they called "hysterics" in the Middle Ages?" "Yes, though I would hardly label you as hyesterical. You were being true to your Gryffindor nature by fiercely defending someone you care a great deal for. I don't blame you." "Is the great Professor Snape admitting he was WRONG about Harry?" With a sly smile Snape replied: "No, I am never wrong...just mis-informed." With that he let out a low silky chuckle, that set Hermione into a fit of giggles. "Well, Miss Granger, it really wasn't that funny. Perhaps you are hysterical." "No, not that. It was the sight of you smiling and laughing!" "Yes, I imagine it is hard to imagine the "Greasy git, overgrown bat laughing." "Professor, I didn't mean..." "No, it is alright. Besides, I know what the students call me when they think I am not around." At this they both broke into a fit of laughter which didn't stop until Hermione had the hiccups. "Are you alright, Miss Granger?" "Yes, I just laughed too..hic..hard I suppose. And, if you don't mind..hic..Please call me Hermione." "Alright Mis...Hermione. Then you may call me Severus."

I know it was a short one, but the next one is really long. Hoped you liked it.