Now That Your Rose Is In Bloom

Chapter 158

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Of course the blasted owl would come in the morning.

Hermione pried open her eyes and raised her head. She let out a moan.


The owl continued to peck at the window.


She scanned the room for Severus. Just her luck, he was nowhere in sight.

She groaned. A few minutes ago he had mentioned getting breakfast, or so she thought. Perhaps it was a few hours ago. At the moment, her body didn't care. All she knew was that every muscle in her body protested moving.

Peck. Peck.

"I'm coming," she sighed before getting out of bed.

The second her feet hit the ground, the room spun around as her stomach lurched. She took one stumbling step forward, but her knees buckled from under her. Before she could fall, she grabbed a hold of the bed and steadied herself.

She scowled. The second Draco won the election she was going to demand that he start a proper postal service. It would make life so much easier for everyone.

After taking a few deep breaths, she stood. She inched towards the owl, pausing every couple of steps to steady herself. Finally, she opened the frosty window, allowing the bird to fly inside.

It perched on her bed post and hooted. Hermione shut the window before too much cold air could enter. After regaining some strength in her legs, she plodded towards the bed.

The owl fluttered its wings as she untied the letter. She sat on the edge of the bed and scanned it.


She turned to the doorway. "Hello, Love."

Severus' eyes were wide. "I had no idea you were awake."

"Trust me, I do not want to be awake," she admitted. "This owl left me little choice in the matter."

"Shit," he rushed over to her. "I apologize for not being there to help you. If I had known you were going to wake up I would have waited to eat breakfast."

"You were hungry. I understand."

"Still, I should have ensured that the owls came to me."

"This one wouldn't have come to you regardless of which spells you cast."

He raised an eyebrow.

"It's from St. Mungo's," she returned her attention to the letter in front of her. "They need to check in with me and make sure I'm as well as possible after the procedures."

"I would imagine that you were feeling much better before the owl came," he noted.

Hermione gave him a half grin. "Those were my thoughts exactly."

Severus gave her a small smile.

"The next thing they want to do is inform me of when they plan for my next treatment."

"Of course."

She ran her finger down the parchment. "It's in two weeks."

"Two weeks?" His smile evaporated.

"Yes, two weeks," Hermione answered.

All color left Severus' face.

Hermione glanced at him. "Is there a problem?"

"In two weeks there will be a full moon," Severus replied.

Hermione's heart stopped.

"What day do they want you to come in?"



"Yes, although I could possibly talk them into having it later on in the week when the full moon is over."

"We both know that the longer you wait the less effective treatment will be."

"At most it is ten percent less effective if you wait three days after it's due."

"That is ten percent more than I am willing to sacrifice."

"I know, but it can wait until after the full moon."

"No, this cannot wait and we both know it."

Hermione swallowed.

Severus put his head in his hands. "Perhaps this need not be a crisis. We may find a cure to my ailment within the next two weeks."

"That's right," Hermione answered. "For all we know you could be selling your cure by this time next week."

He shook his head. "It would be foolish to bank on that possibility though."

Hermione sagged and let the letter fall to the floor.

Severus rubbed his forehead.

"We could ask Victor to tend to me," Hermione proposed. "You could take the sleeping draught and he could ensure that I am well cared for."

"That is the week of the emergency election."

"I almost forgot."

"Victor would be more than happy to help us, but it could interfere with Draco's ability to effectively lead the Wizarding World. Before and after the election he will need a campaign writer as well as a support staff."


"No, he would drop everything when he should not. We shouldn't ask him for help."


Severus swallowed. "We could ask Rose."

"Shouldn't she be researching a cure?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, she should."

"She may have a student to deal with as well. That, and Hogwarts is often under attack from the aurors. I do not want to trouble her."

"Who would you propose then?" Severus asked. "Violet is busy being a student and your parents have little idea what they are dealing with when it comes to the amnesia epidemic."

"So far nobody has come to the mansion," Hermione answered. "Perhaps my parents can come and take care of me."

"They will be able to tend to you just fine, but if they find me that's another issues altogether. You would be defenseless against the aurors and I would be unconscious."

"Fair enough.

There was a spark in his eyes. "You could go there."

"What about you?" Hermione asked.

"I can take my sleeping draught here," Severus answered.

"You have a target on your back though," Hermione replied. "It's only a matter of time before those amnesiac aurors find you."

Severus gulped.

"You cannot just take a sleeping draught and hope everything works out. There's too much at stake."

"Where would you propose I go?"

"I do not know," Hermione admitted. "I would tell you to go to Hogwarts, but that's the first place they'd look for you. I suppose you could go to Australia with me, but there's still the risk that I will develop an episode around my parents, or that an auror could detect you there."

"Agreed." Severus sat beside her. "What options do we have then?"

Hermione shook her head. "If I knew the best one I would tell you."

He clasped her hands. "Whatever option we choose, your safety must be paramount. I cannot bare the thought of you fending for yourself especially without your magic."

"Australia would be the best place for me then, but it leaves what happens to you up in the air."

"I will manage."

Hermione took his hands. "I need you to do more than manage. If you want me to recover, then you need to take care of yourself."

He squeezed her hands. "I know. I only wish I knew how to do so."

"Well, you've been to Australia during one of your episodes before," Hermione noted. "Surely you can do it again."

"How will we explain our presence to your parents though?" Severus asked.

She smirked. "Do you truly think I can defeat cancer in sub zero temperatures?"

"Fair enough, but can you recover in twenty-six degree weather?" he asked.

"With the magical power of air conditioning, I can do anything I set my mind too."

"Fair enough."

She kissed his nose. "We can talk it over further, but right now Australia seems to be the best bet."

"Perhaps it is the best course of action," Severus admitted.

Hermione slid closer to him. "Perhaps we need to rephrase the trip to Australia. We are not running from your amnesia, we're uh, taking a much needed vacation."

"Oh indeed," Severus replied. "It will be so invigorating. We'll both be asleep at your parents' house. I cannot think of a more entertaining use of my time."

"When you put it that way, I'm unsure if we're teenagers or old bores."

"I vote for two people in an impossible situation."

"True, but let's say," Hermione's face brightened "Let's say we're on the run."

"On the run?" Severus asked.

"Yes, we're running from a legion of aurors despite being exhausted from weeks of robbing banks."

"Robbing banks?"

"Indeed, and we destroyed some of those banks along the way."

"You, destroy a bank? Perish the thought!"

Hermione chuckled. "Indeed, you took the gold and I set the whole thing aflame. We made millions off of the scam."

"Yet now that we've collected our loot we need a place to lay low," Severus replied.

"Exactly!" Hermione exclaimed. "Australia sounded perfect."

Severus embraced her. "You are a very unique witch, Mrs. Snape."

"I have a very unique husband," Hermione wrapped her arms around her.

"I suppose I should respond back to St. Mungo's to confirm your appointment."

Hermione deflated. "If you could please. Despite my earlier enthusiasm I really am tired."

He brushed his lips against hers. "I will answer it, and then spend the rest of the day catering to your every whim."

She chuckled. "My whim is to go back to sleep."

"Then I will make it possible for you to do so." He kissed her on the lips once more before picking up the piece of parchment. Then he strolled out of the bedroom.

Hermione crawled over the bed and threw the covers over herself. Then she closed her eyes, praying sleep would eventually overtake the sense of doom welling within her.