What is she doing?! He wasn't sure if he was shocked or angry while he watched the sheets twist and shrink, wrapping around his body in a plain white swimming trunks. He was warned in advance that she is in charge for his treatment, but he assumed that she was to give him potions..certainly not…this.
Briefly wondered if he should count his blessings for not be able to raise his head properly and see. One thing he was sure of, he was not keen on anybody, anybody seeing him this much undressed, little less…her. He growled at her and she shrieked, stepping away.
He felt a spell cast one, then the other and his body levitated. He floated to the bathroom, she was behind him. 'This is not happening!' He closed his eyes when she left him to levitate while she set the basin to fill.
"Give me just a second, professor." She whispered. He could hear the rustling of material. What is she doing? He growled once again. If he speaks, Poppy will kill him, but death was surely preferable to this. Being levitated and handled like an invalid!
She lowered him to the water and he hissed, suddenly realising that sheets won't cover much while wet.
"Don't worry, professor, I charmed the sheets to act like muggle swimming trunks, they won't become transparent. Ummm….sorry about the first time." She sounded uncertain, scared and he grunted closing his eyes. Is there any more humiliation he has to suffer today? His rage turning to sheer desperation caused by his inability to move.
He felt the floating and anchoring charms being cast on him. Well, the water felt nice, warm, shooting. At least one thing he can enjoy since he woken up. And he counted his blessings too soon, apparently. Water around him thicken. She entered his view range and he turned to give her a death stare. Mistake! One of the epic proportions! What is she thinking!
He was faced with very, rubbery looking, not transparent but an unmistakably plain white lace bra. Large B, maybe small C. With a grunt he tried to submerge his head but the floating charm prevented him. What is wrong with his brain? He growled again, his eyes looking for her face. She was chatting. Of course, she was. He was stuck with Hermione bloody Granger, she does not know how to shut the fuck up!
"I am sorry, professor, but for some reason transformation of my garments isn't as easy. I tried it once, it went terribly wrong. I'll ask Harry to bring me my bathing suit or buy me one. There was really no need for one before today, you see? You may keep your eyes closed if…"
'I don't see. Of course, I'll keep my eyes closed you moron. It is not like I want to look at you, I was sick looking at you while I was teaching you'
She laced her fingers with his and his eyes popped open 'What is she doing?'
"This is an exercise for your hands so that the wrist's don't lose their flexibility. We started with ten on each hand, but you are up to fifty now. Just relax, professor and let me work your muscles."
'Unhand me you twat!' he growled at her, he would sell his soul, what was left of it anyway, to speak right now and shred her to the tiniest of bits
"I understand that you don't like me professor, but someone has to do it and no one even bothered to learn exercises, they are Muggle. But, Poppy approved and she monitored your condition, and she says it is good for you." She kept pushing his hand and talked
'Merlin, can't she just shut up?'
He could feel his muscles contract and stretch. It was nice to feel their usefulness, especially given the circumstances. He would be even grateful to her if she didn't do the unforgivable. Anything good she might have done for him was trumped by what she's done. It. Was. Unforgivable. And. She. Is. Going. To. Pay!
She moved and took his other hand. She was explaining to him the mechanics behind an exercise like he was a moron. His rage grew. Then she walked closer to him, bending his hand, pushing it against the dense water. He could feel resistance and his muscles working. He could also feel her small soft hand, pressed against his biceps and extensor muscles. He growled again, annoyed, angry, helpless.
She sighed
"I understand, professor, but I have to do this. You want your muscle tone back, at least enough to be able to do this on your own." She finished with his right hand and moved to his left. He stared at the chipped ceiling. Disgruntled. When she was obviously finished with his hands she walked around to his feet.
He hissed at her, giving her the stare when she dragged her hand almost from his hip to his tibia, squeezing lightly on occasion. She jumped at the hiss and looked at him
"I'm sorry. I forgot… I just…I was just checking…" he continued to stare her down, if that is the only thing he could do at the moment, then he is using it "…to see the progress, you know. It is not like I want to…Oh, Gods, I…that's not what I meant. But… you know, you are…professor…and…right." She studded, if he wasn't relishing the fact that she did indeed sound like a common dunderhead, he would smirk. At least both of them were in hell.
Her face was crimson. She bit her tongue and grabbed his ankle, placing one hand below his knee, pushing his leg until his thigh was resting on his ribs. She did give him a proper workout, he had to admit that. What he can't condone is her touching him! She switched to the other leg. After twenty or so pushes, he hissed painfully, as his muscle cramped.
"I'm sorry, professor. This happens from time to time on this will hurt a bit but it will pass fast."
'I know you, idiot, torn ligaments never heal properly when mended with magic. Salazar kill me! What is she doing?' he growled at her loudly, if looks could kill he'd Avada her on the spot!
At the moment he could only watch as she hooked his foot on her abdomen, keeping his leg in half bent position and working circles around the cramped muscle. His toes nested between he breasts, as her heat warmed the sole of his foot. 'Well, thank Merlin for small favours.' He would bang his head against the surface if he could. Feeling sorry that they are not on the ground, in that case, he could bang his head until he knocks himself out. After a while, she released his leg.
"I don't think it is smart to continue exercise with this leg now," she told him conversationally, he remained silent
'Damn right it is not! What now!' she was pushing him towards the basin's edge. Suddenly, his feet were glued to the edge wall of basin 'What is she doing? Where is she?' even if his head, his voice sounded dangerously menacing. She was nowhere in his sight and he growled again, this was not good.
He nearly yelled when he felt her arms encircling his chest, his head fell on her shoulder and he jerked, back of his head hitting her jaw.
"Ouch! Stay still, professor, please. There is no other way for you to do your sit-up's." she grumbled. He jerked again, feeble as it was at least he was fighting. His back muscles tight. He felt the front of her body pressing against his back. Oh! Poppy's orders be damned!
"Release me!" he growled at her. His throat burned, pain radiating from his vocal cords. She squealed and pulled back letting him flop against the water surface. Footsteps! Shit!
"What did I tell you Severus Snape?" sharp voice of Poppy "Miss Granger! You will need proper dressing for your exercises in the future dear. What happened?"
"I know Poppy, I already apologized to Professor, I'll ask Harry to help me with that. It seems that professor doesn't want to do his sit-up's, Madam." She sighed, defeated.
"He will do them. Continue, I'll watch." Poppy's voice "And, you mule, keep your tongue and let the girl help you. I'll watch!"
He hissed and closed his eyes as she returns to embrace him. Pushing him with her body to sitting position and back. After twenty-five sit-up's she released him.
"Well, we're done, professor." 'Thank Merlin!' "Would you like me to wash your hair? You seem to like it while you were in a coma."
'And how would you know?' he shook his head.
"Right then. Just let me dress up and I'll return you to your bed."
"Well, I'll leave you two then. Not another word Severus, or I'll use your spell on you." Threatened Poppy.
She was quiet, blessedly so. He felt her levitating him up and drying him, then she cast a spell and levitated him back to the bed where she transfigured his trunks into the sheet once again.
"I am tired, professor, would you mind if I rest a bit?"
'Why would I care.'
He grunted and he hears her retreating to the sofa. His muscles are pleasantly tired too. He would be really grateful for that if that did not include her touching him. No one, no one touched him without his permission for years. And he certainly didn't want hands of his student on his person. So tired, even with all that rage. His eyes blinked closed and he drifted to sleep, realising her words only too late when shimmer of memory invaded his darkness.
Merlin, no! What now?