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Even In Death
He wasn't dead, not quite yet, at least, but he was almost there. She watched Harry leave, watched as the older man hitched what she was sure he thought would be his last breath, and just when she was sure he had absolutely no more willpower left, she unfolded herself from the shadows. His eyes darted rapidly around the darkened room, the only outward sign of life in his frail body, his limbs already too fargone to manage, though when his gaze fell on her he made the effort to try and speak. Hermione quickly silenced him with one quick shake of her head. Never breaking eye contact, she brought her own wrist to her mouth and bit down, drawing blood. Severus Snape's eyes widened as much as his weakened body would allow, and though he did not move away when Hermione lowered her wrist to his mouth, he did not accept either.
"Drink," she commanded, bending to hold the back of the Potions Master's head to her dripping vein.