That Damnable Word
Jul. 16th, 2008 03:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lesyeuxvertsTitle: That Damnable Word
Author:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Severus/Hermione
Prompt: please
Warnings: DH-compliant
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Forferporcel in ![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
portus_envy
There was that damnable word again, hanging stark and heavy in the air. Severus moved – tried to move – tensed a muscle, twitched his hand.
His limbs were leaden and unresponsive. He glared at Granger. "No."
Spoon-fed gruel, sponge baths and indignity after indignity – no. Severus would not stand for it.
She fluffed his pillow and checked his pulse, her fingers cool against his skin. She didn't flinch when he tried to spit at her – she'd seen him at his worst.
"Weasley," he said, drawing the name out like an insult, "you–"
"It's Granger again." She pulled the comforter up to Severus's chin and smoothed out the wrinkles. "You know that."
"Now," she said, conjuring tea and toast and setting them just out of his reach, "please. If you cooperate with your physical therapist, we'll see about starting you on solid foods tonight."
He tried and failed and failed. He couldn't move, he was trapped – eternal stasis, caught in the Shack with the ghosts of Black and Lupin, the signs of the full moon nights they'd spent there… no chance to escape, no chance to make reparations. He'd been trapped in his worst nightmare.
"None of that," she said, smoothing the comforter. "The therapist says that you need to remain positive and–"
Severus jerked away, or tried to. Damn her and her interfering ways – damn her for rescuing him–
Severus glared at her. He couldn't move, couldn't find the energy for a sneer. Damn her and her soft please.
Author:
lesyeuxvertsWord Count: 250
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Severus/Hermione
Prompt: please
Warnings: DH-compliant
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: For
ferporcel in portus_envyThere was that damnable word again, hanging stark and heavy in the air. Severus moved – tried to move – tensed a muscle, twitched his hand.
His limbs were leaden and unresponsive. He glared at Granger. "No."
Spoon-fed gruel, sponge baths and indignity after indignity – no. Severus would not stand for it.
She fluffed his pillow and checked his pulse, her fingers cool against his skin. She didn't flinch when he tried to spit at her – she'd seen him at his worst.
"Weasley," he said, drawing the name out like an insult, "you–"
"It's Granger again." She pulled the comforter up to Severus's chin and smoothed out the wrinkles. "You know that."
"Now," she said, conjuring tea and toast and setting them just out of his reach, "please. If you cooperate with your physical therapist, we'll see about starting you on solid foods tonight."
He tried and failed and failed. He couldn't move, he was trapped – eternal stasis, caught in the Shack with the ghosts of Black and Lupin, the signs of the full moon nights they'd spent there… no chance to escape, no chance to make reparations. He'd been trapped in his worst nightmare.
"None of that," she said, smoothing the comforter. "The therapist says that you need to remain positive and–"
Severus jerked away, or tried to. Damn her and her interfering ways – damn her for rescuing him–
Severus glared at her. He couldn't move, couldn't find the energy for a sneer. Damn her and her soft please.
