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averygoodun42To chapter 3 on Ashwinder and TPP.
Snape Apparated into his sitting room noisily, startling Hermione out of her light sleep. Her eyes snapped open to find Snape kneeling beside a still, prone figure whose robes were drenched in blood.
It only took a second before Hermione realized it was Ron.
Letting out an inarticulate cry, she lurched off the sofa, scuttling along the floor desperately until she reached Ron's still form. He was as pale as death and unconscious, but she could see his chest rising ever so slightly for quick, shallow breaths.
She looked to the Professor for reassurance, but his face was unusually grim as he silently summoned more and more bottles to his side. Her attention was diverted when Snape's hand moved toward Ron's middle, and she gasped as he applied dittany to a seeping gash in Ron's stomach. Her stomach rolled over several times, and she fought the urge to gag. Taking quick breaths, she finally managed to control herself, and she tore her eyes away from Ron's stomach and looked to Snape.
"What can I do to help?"
Snape shook his head suppressively. She thought that was all the answer he was going to give until he shook his head again with a mild oath.
"Damn!" he growled. "She poisoned the blade."
Snape Apparated into his sitting room noisily, startling Hermione out of her light sleep. Her eyes snapped open to find Snape kneeling beside a still, prone figure whose robes were drenched in blood.
It only took a second before Hermione realized it was Ron.
Letting out an inarticulate cry, she lurched off the sofa, scuttling along the floor desperately until she reached Ron's still form. He was as pale as death and unconscious, but she could see his chest rising ever so slightly for quick, shallow breaths.
She looked to the Professor for reassurance, but his face was unusually grim as he silently summoned more and more bottles to his side. Her attention was diverted when Snape's hand moved toward Ron's middle, and she gasped as he applied dittany to a seeping gash in Ron's stomach. Her stomach rolled over several times, and she fought the urge to gag. Taking quick breaths, she finally managed to control herself, and she tore her eyes away from Ron's stomach and looked to Snape.
"What can I do to help?"
Snape shook his head suppressively. She thought that was all the answer he was going to give until he shook his head again with a mild oath.
"Damn!" he growled. "She poisoned the blade."
