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Proper Care and Feeding of Dragons Round . . . . where are we now?

Mar 25, 2008 18:59

Date: Tuesday, 25 March
Time: 7:00 p.m.
Place: Werewolf Clinic then Malfoy Manor
Characters Involved: Severus Snape, Ginevra Weasley, Draco Malfoy, possibly Narcissa Malfoy if Alpha wants
Rating: Not more than PG-ish

( 'Learning to dislike children at an early age saves a lot of expense and aggravation later in life.' ~Robert Byrne )

character: severus snape, location: hogsmeade, location: malfoy manor, character: draco malfoy, character: ginny weasley

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neverginevra March 26 2008, 07:44:38 UTC

Late. She was running late, and Merlin knew Severus wasn't the sort to let her live that down ( ... )

subtle_simmer March 26 2008, 13:43:27 UTC

Her possessive, particular keeping of her stores amused him greatly. Despite all her protests against his methods of record-keeping, there were many things like this, little things, that showed his influence on her whether she realised it or not ( ... )

neverginevra March 26 2008, 18:34:46 UTC

Ginny rolled her eyes but couldn't exactly protest as he continued to put things away. "You know, as much as a might indulge in Gryffindorish whinging, I don't expect you to replace everything. What happened with Draco is exactly what this clinic exists for. I don't expect any kind of reward for doing to job I chose for myself. I don't even expect gratitude."

She started to move off, but stopped when he told her to wait. She almost let an impatient breath escape, simply to annoy him - and because she was sincerely impatient now that she was up and moving. She had more to do tonight once she was done at the manor, and...

Her thoughts as well as her impatience died in a hurry as he began lifting more things out of his bag. The Dictaquills made her grin, but the brief feeling of amusement faded fast.

Slides. Petri dishes. A bloody microscopeHer eyes grew wider with each gift placed on the table, and her desire to annoy him by complaining vanished. These were things she needed, yes - she had to face every day that her limited ( ... )

subtle_simmer March 27 2008, 00:43:55 UTC

Being an unmitigated bastard was highly entertaining. Severus had sustained himself through some of the worst moments of his life by deriving deep, satisfying, if admittedly sadistic pleasure out of striking abject terror in the hearts of many a student ( ... )

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subtle_simmer March 29 2008, 14:35:21 UTC

Being an exceedingly private sort of person, himself, he felt more than a little awkward at having dragged Ginevra over here and all but barged into Draco's room while the boy was wearing . . . well, nothing that Severus could ascertain, though he hoped Draco had pyjama bottoms or at least pants on beneath the bedding.

Ginevra was a Healer and had probably seen more naked bodies of all variety of ages, genders and physiques (not to mention other species!). That did not make the present situation any less awkward for Severus. For a brief moment he felt heartily ashamed of himself for all but insisting on Ginevra's involvement, knowing how much Draco disliked her and would probably make her already difficult job downright miserable.

The moment passed quickly enough. Ginevra Weasley was the best there was for treating this sort of injury - much of that from working side by side with him, learning as they went along, always trying to research newer and better ways to address the various lycanthropic complaints ( ... )

neverginevra March 29 2008, 20:56:21 UTC

Ginny moved to Draco's bedside, looking around in vague interest. "The sooner you let me look at that leg, the sooner we can get you up on your feet." She kept her voice calm, the gentle if bland healer tones they tended to use at St. Mungo's. It wasn't her normal way of talking to patients - she tended to be warmer, more friendly.

But her and Draco weren't friends, and she figured if she spoke more like a person and less like a trained healer, he would remember that they weren't friends and would chafe to have her help him.

She glanced back at Severus, surprised he would even offer to leave them alone. She gave him a faint smile. "As long as everything's properly labeled I think I'll be fine on my own."

But she knew his questions were more for Draco's benefit, so she fell silent and let Draco answer.

dmalfoy_purbld March 29 2008, 21:35:29 UTC

Draco nodded blandly as Severus mentioned potions. Of course. Severus found comfort in the potions he could provide, and in truth, Draco found comfort in those potions as well.

Then he talked about leaving? No, he'd just gotten there. No. And leaving him with Weasley? Alone?

"You are going to leave me alone? With her? Severus..." he whined. As a child, the whine had gotten him anything he'd wanted. As an adult, it had helped him still. Though a quick search of Severus' face told him all he needed to know. Or perhaps it had just been the pause it gave him.

Weasley was the best there was. Hell. Bloody fucking hell. He trusted her. Damnit, Severus, why can't you trust someone worthy? Why can't you trust someone who doesn't hate me? Who I don't hate?He rolled his eyes, making it appear, he hoped, that the whine was him being dramatic and only playing. "I'll be perfectly fine with her. Not like I can hurt her or compromise her such as I am, now can I, Severus?" His eyes were positively dancing with harassment ( ... )

subtle_simmer March 29 2008, 22:02:28 UTC

There had been no sleep whatsoever Sunday night after Draco's attack, and precious little last night out of fretting over being unable to follow Draco here to tend to him. What time he might have spent catching up on lost sleep was spent, instead, consuming dangerous levels of Strengthening Draughts so he could brew the potions necessary for Draco's treatment.

All of which meant his patience was stretched far thinner than a man with his explosive temperament ought to ever permit. He was grinding his teeth so fiercely his jaw throbbed with the ache of it.

"I am not leaving you, idiot boy!" he snapped. Tact was gone as was his willingness to mollycoddle the boy's sensibilities.

"I am trying to be courteous and spare you whatever indignity might be involved in tending your leg. Last I saw, the claw marks raked right over your skinny arse ( ... )

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dmalfoy_purbld March 30 2008, 16:42:48 UTC

Draco nodded at the request, smiling just slightly, just enough to let Severus know no apology was necessary. "I'd like that ( ... )

neverginevra March 30 2008, 20:20:02 UTC

Ginny turned back to Draco once the door was shut and they were on their own. His sullen voice made her hesitate, uncertain for a moment how she should proceed with him ( ... )

dmalfoy_purbld March 31 2008, 18:05:45 UTC

Not that he would have argued against her examining him, but he'd have preferred a bit more warning than what she gave him. As she moved the sheet, he gasped slightly ( ... )

neverginevra March 31 2008, 18:18:40 UTC

Ginny smiled faintly at his explanation for the flinch he gave. "Sorry." She drew her wand. "Aesti cubile," she murmured, putting a heating charm on the bed itself. A trick learned from St. Mungo's to warm patients without sheets or coverlets.

Draco surprised her by jumping in and asking the big question right off. She didn't hesitate, knowing his nerves would make any wait hard. "Well, let's figure that out." She moved down the bed, studying his closed-off face as she took hold of his ankle. Her finger smoothed down the bottom of his foot. "You can feel this? Are there any numb spots?"

Though she hadn't actually answered the question yet, she was determined that there was only one answer to give. He would walk. Between her growing experience with werewolf injuries, Severus's sheer determination, his father's support and (it had to be noted) large bank vaults, there was little they wouldn't overcome. As long as Draco himself was willing to put in some work.

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dmalfoy_purbld April 5 2008, 15:48:49 UTC

Draco summoned Tibby. As the house-elf appeared with a crack and a deep cowering bow, he blandly demanded it to summon Severus.

"Tell Severus that I am ready to see him. And that I behaved myself."

Tibby bowed low again, "Yes, Master Draco." She left again with a pop, reappearing in the sitting room.

"Master Severus, Mistress, please forgive Tibby's intrusion. Master Draco said he is ready to speak with Master Severus again, if you please."

subtle_simmer April 5 2008, 18:38:28 UTC

As much as Severus lamented over being repeatedly 'used' by important figures in his life, the truth of the matter was he needed to feel useful! Sitting helplessly about, unable to provide answers or solutions was nearly enough to drive him mad.

For a wild moment, he actually wished Potter had merely cursed Draco again with Severus' own invented spell, Sectum Sempra. He was the only one who could counter the damage without scarring. In that instance, he had been able to be Draco's 'saviour' again, even if just for a moment, in the depths of a hellish year. Their relationship had been so strained, then; and yet when Draco was injured, Severus had been able to all but leap to his aid in uncharacteristically Gryffindorish fashion - with skill far surpassing the average Gryffindor idiot - and completely resolve the problem.

For that brief period, all their arguments throughout the course of the year were forgotten. Resentments and hard feelings evaporated. He was not Professor Snape, said with the disdainful sneer only an arrogant ( ... )

dmalfoy_purbld April 5 2008, 23:31:34 UTC

Draco was again propped where he'd been as Severus had left, though it was obvious he'd been moved about. Still, his color looked better and he looked up at the door opening.

Relief flooded him as the familiar and comforting face entered. No longer alone with Weasley. Good. Better yet, it was Severus.

He smiled slightly, and chuckled just barely. "Well, you did request an audience. But since this is hardly a throne, I'll permit your standing."'

Rarely were his grey eyes filled with mirth, but when Severus was there, sometimes all else could be forgotten. Even stuck in the bed, Weasley had said he might be able to walk again, even here, Draco found amusement and comfort.

"Now, my news first." His eyes were alight with mischief as he deliberately overtook the conversation and made his demands reality as he had when he was a child. Not that he'd ever truly stopped, but he'd tamed it a bit.

"Flame here thinks I'll be able to walk again so long as I behave. Now, what woudl you like to say?"

subtle_simmer April 6 2008, 01:44:11 UTC

"I just wanted to see you . . . speak with you . . . and see how you are faring. Nothing specific," he replied with feigned nonchalance as he entered the room to take one of the chairs near Draco's bed.

"And her name is Miss Weasley or Healer Weasley or even 'Ginny' from her peers, not 'Flame', Draco. You promised to behave yourself," he chided with gently amused teasing.

His brows knitted together in spite of himself and he smoothed his hand gently over the duvet.

"Of course you will walk again," he said emphatically, as though it had never remotely been in question. "I told you it would take some time to recover, not that you would not recover."

Some time. Some unknown duration of time. Time in which he would need extra potions - something he could do, a small way in which he could be useful, and so something he must do ( ... )

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