AN: This is my first Fan Fic so if you have any comments or suggestions, please let me know. Thanks to Healer Pomfrey for reading it over.
All recognizable characters are JK Rowling's.
"Harry, are you coming to breakfast?" called Ron from the edge of the room.
"No," Harry sleepily replied.
"You need to eat though" Ron replied, concerned for his friend.
"Don't worry about it, Ron. I'll see you in class. What's first, Potions?" Harry replied in his still sleepy voice.
"Yeah, see ya in class, mate," Ron answered. He went down the stairs to meet Hermione in the common room.
"Where's Harry?" Hermione immediately asked him when she noticed he was alone.
"Says he will meet us in Potions. I think he is exhausted from his Occlumency lesson with Snape last night," Ron told her as they walked to the Great Hall.
Once they were in the Great Hall, Ron, as his usual, stuff his face with food. Hermione was the one to notice that Professor Snape kept glancing over at them from the high table. With a few swift steps, their Professor was standing behind them but neither noticed until he spoke.
"Where is Mr. Potter?" Snape growled from behind Ron and Hermione, who both jumped upon hearing his voice.
"He didn't want to come to breakfast this morning, sir. He promised that he will be in class this morning, sir," Hermione quietly answered.
"Very well. See to it that he is in class and five points from Gryffindor for his absence at a meal" the professor replied before leaving with his robes billowing behind him.
"Greasy git" Ron said, his mouth half full of food still.
"Ronald, close your mouth. I am going to go get Harry up for class. See you there" Hermione snapped at Ron.
Hermione made her way up to the Gryffindor tower and into the common room without running in to anyone.
"Harry, can I come in?" she called when she reached the top of the boy's stairs.
"Sure, Hermione," Harry hoarsely called.
When Hermione opened the door, Harry was already mostly dressed, all that was left were his school robes.
"Are you alright, Harry?" she asked, concerned about his flushed appearance.
"Yeah, Snape just kept me late last night and I wasn't in the mood for breakfast. Let's head to class so we can get a good seat in the back" he whispered, trying to give her his best reassuring smile.
They hurried down to the dungeons, taking a few shortcuts and were the first in the classroom. They quickly choose a seat in the back. Slowly the rest of the class filled in, Ron among them. He sat directly in front of Harry, pairing up with Seamus.
"Silence," Professor Snape said softly as he entered the room, "today you will be making the Pepper-Up potion, ingredients are on the board, begin!"
Fortunately for Harry, it was not a double lesson. He was having trouble concentrating due to his headache and Hermione had to correct him several times, so that he did not blow up his cauldron.
Finally, the lesson was over. As Harry bottled up his potion, Professor Snape stalked over to him and announced "Stay after class, Potter."
"Yes, sir" Harry replied, ignoring all the snickering that was coming from the Slytherin side of the room.
Once the class had filed out, and Ron and Hermione had given Harry sympathetic looks, Harry approached Professor Snape's desk at the front of the room.
"Potter, why did you miss breakfast? You are not above the rules and you are not to miss a meal. You can not go around being so arrogant that you flaunt disobeying the rules" Snape said sternly to him.
As Harry had begun walking towards the desk, he had gotten extremely dizzy. Before he could answer, he fainted and his head smacked hard against the dungeon floor. With a simple flick of his wand, the doors to the classroom shut and Professor Snape rushed over to the boy.
"Potter! Potter!" he called. Getting no answer from Harry, he rushed over to his office and floo-called Madame Pomfrey.
"Poppy! Please come to my classroom. Potter fainted and hit his head" Snape called. With the healer on her way, he went back to his classroom to check on Harry.
"Potter, can you hear me?" he asked gently.
"Professor?" Harry asked meekly, "What happened and why does my head hurt a lot worse now?" He tried sitting up, but quickly found his head restrained by his professor.
"You fainted in my classroom, probably due to lack of food. Have you been feeling unwell recently?" Snape asked in what he hoped sounded like a gentler voice. As he was talking, he ran his wand over Harry to check the extent of his injuries, and he also conjured a neck brace for the boy.
Just then, Madame Pomfrey bustled in.
"From my scan, it seems he has a cracked skull, concussion and high fever," Snape told her as he finished fastening the neck brace. He then left to attend to his next class, now gathering outside of the dungeon doors.
"Class is canceled but there is a two foot essay on the effects of flavoring in healing potions due Monday," he wrote on a piece of parchment and magically attached itself to the outside of his door.
Professor Snape walked back to where Madame Pomfrey was talking to Harry.
"Do you have a blood-replenishing, a pain and a fever-reducing potion handy, Severus?" she asked her younger colleague.
"Of course," he simply replied before walking into his office and pulling on a book that lead to his private quarters.
Meanwhile, Madame Pomfrey was trying to figure out why Harry had fainted.
"Harry, dear, when did you eat last? Have you been feeling unwell recently?" she gently asked the boy, who was obviously in pain.
"I think I ate lunch yesterday. I had a headache all day yesterday and it got worse after my occlumency lesson last night," Harry mumbled, not wanting Professor Snape to overhear him and think he was weak.
"Alright, as soon as we get you into a bed, the first you will do is eat something. You seem to have a cold on top of your head injury. You may not move your head unnecessarily," she sternly told the boy.
"Here you are, Poppy," Snape said, handing her three brightly colored vials. He then quickly looked over the boy, noticing that Madame Pomfrey had stopped the bleeding from his skull. He also knew Harry couldn't be moved far, if at all, and his head would have to remain immobile for at least the next couple of days.
Madame Pomfrey spelled the potions directly into Harry's stomach so that he wouldn't have to move his head.
"Severus, I'm afraid he is going to have to stay in your other room, because I must go to a conference tomorrow that lasts until Sunday evening. Is that okay with you?" she asked, directly looking at Professor Snape, knowing his intense dislike for the boy.
"If it is absolutely necessary, and I believe I owe you a favor or two anyways. I will go inform the headmaster of the situation," he calmly stated, but he avoided looking at Harry.
Harry couldn't believe it, he was going to have to spend the whole weekend with Professor Snape. He was terrified he would be too much of a burden on his professor and his professor hated him to begin with.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts he didn't hear Madame Pomfrey say the spell. Immediately, his whole body went rigid.
"Sorry, dear, but this is the only way to move you. I'll notify Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley for you. I know you think that Professor Snape is a greasy old bat but he really isn't all that bad. Plus, he has the most healing experience of anyone on the staff but myself," she explained to Harry as she levitated him into Snape's office, and then personal quarters.
Harry was very surprised at the color scheme of the rooms; instead of being all silver and green, they were painted dark blue. A roaring fireplace stood at one end of the room with bookcases covering the other three walls.
They reached a closed door which Madame Pomfrey opened and brought Harry into. The room was an exact copy of the Hospital Wing, except there was only one bed sitting in the center of the room. Healing and potions books lined one wall.
She explained, "Professor Snape is a spy, as you know, and often comes back injured. It is too risky for him to stay in the Hospital Wing so the Headmaster made this room up for him. That door right there is a shortcut to the Hospital Wing," pointing to a yellow door on one wall Harry hadn't noticed, "and I will check on you right before I leave for London. I will be back Sunday evening."
While Madame Pomfrey was bringing Harry to Professor Snape's guest room, Snape was going to the headmaster. He reached the top of the stairs and knocked on the door once before entering the office.
"Sir, Potter fainted in my classroom and he will be staying in my quarters for the weekend because of Poppy's absence," Snape said as he entered the office.
"Ah, Severus. How unfortunate, you will keep me updated of his condition. It is very considerate of you to lend your room," Dumbledore said, with a twinkle behind his blue eyes.
"Good Day, Headmaster," Snape said as he turned around and left the room, robes billowing behind him.
"Well, won't it be an interesting weekend with Poppy at a conference all weekend," Professor Dumbledore mused outloud, after the door to his office had closed.
As Snape reentered his quarters, Madame Pomfrey was exiting the mini Hospital Wing.
"I am truly sorry I have to leave you to two this weekend but the Headmaster insists I go to this conference. Harry needs to eat something soft before you can give him a sleeping potion. I assume you remember the drill for a cracked skull?" she asked the younger man before her.
"Blood replenisher and pain potion given every six hours, and bed confinement for the next two days, no use of magic for at least at week. How could I forget, Poppy?" he replied like a schoolboy answering a question in class.
"I will check on him before I leave for London. He also will need a fever-reducer because he is still running a high fever. Call Albus if you have any problems. I will give you some potions from my stock so you don't have to make all of them. Cancel the rest of your classes for the day, you need a break as well," she replied in a stern motherly voice.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied before he went out to his classroom to repost the note on his door. Madame Pomfrey left through guest room.
"Bloody Gryffindor gets sick and faints in my classroom and I have to babysit him all weekend. Well, at least I won't have a boring weekend but my plans of getting completely trashed this evening on fire whiskey is gone I guess," he thought as he reposted the note on his door.
Professor Snape's classes are cancelled until Monday morning per order of Professor Dumbledore.
AN: Thanks for reading! Please review! I will try to have the next chapter up by tomorrow.