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Snape had never been so stunned in his entire life. Not only had she stood up to him, pushed him, literally and figuritively, around but, now she was putting him to bed and undressing him. He fought with himself to keep still as her hands reached for his belt buckle and she began to loosen it. He thought she would leave it at that, especially after her muttered exclamation, but, he should have guessed by the set of her jaw that she was determined to finish the task she had set before herself: to help him into bed.
After she pulled the covers up to his chin and turned away, dimming the lights, Snape suddenly realized that she had forgotten to give him his sleeping draught. Loathe as he was to call her back, Snape knew that he might not fall asleep and, if he should happen to slumber, he would relive the night over and over until the dreams woke him. "Professor," he called. "I hate to inconvenience you further but, could you possibly pour me that sleeping draught?"
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