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Why Snape Took Over Hell	By : LadyHemlock27 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6036 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I am not JKR and do not own Harry Potter and don't even want to be. I make no money from the writing of this fic, I'm just demented and enjoy sharing it

Chapter List
- 1-Why Snape Took Over Hell
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A/N Yes, yes I know that witches and wizards are rather pagan and may not therefore believe in Hell. Though being pagan doesn't neccessarily mean you don't, just saying. I've made a few minor edits to this first chapter as well, not major things so if you don't want to reread don't worry, you aren't missing much. Anyway I wanted to let people know that I'll respond to reviews and discuss this story on the forums here http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/42557-review-replies-for-why-snape-took-over-hell/
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                Severus Snape leaned back in his office chair and glared at the woman sitting across from him. “So you end up in Hell and you want preferential treatment? Why should I make your stay here any better than mine? I shouldn’t even be here, I was posthumously declared a hero, remember?” His elegant, pale hands drummed on the shiny wood of his enormous carved desk.
                “Well you did do perfectly horrid things, and you likely did enjoy doing them, even if it was for the Greater Good.” The woman returned his glare full force. “Besides, perhaps the other Powers that Be decided your best reward would be putting you where you can spend all eternity tormenting Voldy the way he did you. And I shouldn’t be here either- it isn’t like killing you was that much of a crime.” She folded her hands primly in her lap.
                “It most certainly was! I’d finally gotten the chance to shag your irritatingly attractive teenage self into oblivion. And legally at that! Who knew that stupid marriage law would give me such a boon?” He leered with his new sparkling straight white teeth. First thing he’d done when he took over as the leader of the Infernal Realms was to get a little work done. In addition to the teeth, he’d gotten rid of the hideous scar from that scaly bitch Nagini and his oily hair. That turned out well, long and luxurious, soft and wavy instead of stick straight and always dirty-looking.
But he left everything else the same, precisely because he’d known his young ex wife would be here and he would be able to properly intimidate her. “Then you had to go and kill me before we got the chance.” He stood up behind his desk to detract from the whiny note in his voice. Little bits of Hellfire danced playfully over his sleeves. There was great satisfaction in watching his ex wife pale sharply.
“Did it ever occur to you that maybe that damned law was unfair, and that I just didn’t want you to touch me? I didn’t want anyone touching me; I had a right to my grief after the man I really wanted died from syphilis a few years after the war.”
“Oh please, you just wanted to drown yourself in the bottle and that tacky little pill habit you’d picked up. Being married to me would have been too much work, because you knew I wouldn’t let you sit around staring at your shrine to Harry bottom all day moping about the fact that he didn’t want you either and nor really care that Ron had deserted you even before he died.”
“I was fucking nineteen! Marriage would have wrecked my whole life!” Hermione shrieked, her brown eyes crackling like electrified maple syrup, and the now lusciously smooth curls of her hair sizzled at the ends with bits of fire that had jumped off Severus’ coat.
“You ended mine. Without even knowing for sure what I was going to do with you. Did you think I was going to chain you to the kitchen sink and keep you revoltingly pregnant all the time? Why would I have wasted one of the best minds I have ever encountered like that? I would have cherished you, spoiled you; even let you go to university and have the dazzling career that I knew you were capable of!”
“But you would still expect me to have sex with you, to spend time with you and be your wife. Things I couldn’t imagine doing with anyone else but Ron, and you didn’t even care that when that horrid law matched us, it had been less than a year. You didn’t care that I was too young to be a wife, that I was virgin and not ready to do the sex thing with anyone. And- and then you kissed me at the ceremony and I- I felt all those things, and- and I hated feeling those things for you and not h-him.” She stumbled over the last words, hiccupping as her voice began to wobble.
“I repeat you never gave me a chance to help you with those things. How much of bloody dick did you think I was? I knew all that, I was going to account for it, I could be patient, I could have been kind, it’s not like I am incapable of such things. As for the kiss, should I have made it something awful or boring, something grotesque? I thought you might like to know that, eventually, that part of our relationship would be good.” But looking at Hermione, Severus found he just couldn’t stay outraged. Fate had given him another chance after all.
The crackles faded from her maple syrup eyes, and she slumped forward. “I don’t even want to exist without my books Snape, to never be allowed to read another word in all of eternity is unbearable to me. To lose my ability to do wonderful things with potions and magic, and the written word- it’s-it’s… Well I know you of all people understand. Please do something!”
Severus nodded, “Yes I do understand. You come to me, the man you fucking killed for being a good kisser, to ask a favor.” He kept his voice neutral, so as not to tip his hand. She would be his for sure now!
“You’re not going to help me are you Snape?” Her voice was hollow and sad. “Won’t you even- give me true oblivion?”
“No I won’t give you oblivion. I will give you what you want, but the catch is- you have to be here in the administrative complex for your punishment to be lifted. The only relief from proscribed punishments is service here. You don’t actually have any administrative skills, so I’ll have to find a reason to keep you around.” Here Severus let his trademark smirk come out for full effect.
“Damn you, you’re determined to have it your way, aren’t you?” Hermione’s anger broke on a wave of tears. There was no hope for her. She would have to give him what he wanted, if it were even possible. She doubted the kind intentions he’d revealed a moment ago would be offered now either. She finally looked closer at him, noticing something a little- different about him. His teeth, of course, and that dreadful scar from Nagini, though that hadn’t really bothered her, but there was something else. A confidence and a calm sense of power he’d never had in life. Being the devil suited him, apparently.
“Yes it does, because I am finally free of both masters. I am master here. It does more for a man than getting a little work done. I will have my way, yes, because it is the only way to give you what you want. But there you go again, assuming what my plans are. Just because you can be a vindictive she-wolverine doesn’t mean I will be. It would serve you right if I did do horrible things to you.” Severus sighed. “But I will not indulge in petty revenge. I know where that road leads and it’s nowhere even entertaining much less good.”
“Why do you even want me so much Snape? I know there are many lovely girls here. Daphne is probably here somewhere, and I’m sure Mrs. Malfoy is, or even Mr. Malfoy if that’s your pleasure.” It was one thing that had honestly puzzled her.
“You were given to me, it’s really that simple. I wanted you because you were mine, and I had so little of my own. Now I want you because you’re right, you don’t belong here, and the sparkling innocence and goodness inside you shows. Have you seen what those illustrious ladies you mentioned look like here? In Hell all artifice is stripped away and you are seen for what you are. They are hags in every sense now.”
“Can we even- um do what you want to here? I mean is it possible?” Hermione chewed her lip. It made her smile, the thought that in Hell it was rather like being alive. Made sense she supposed. If you couldn’t feel things here, you couldn’t be punished. It made her dread though, that what Snape wanted was actually possible.
“Call me Severus, its more appropriate don’t you think? And yes, Hermione, sex is quite possible here. But we won’t need any prophylactics here at least.” Severus spoke with deliberate cheer. He would prove to her that both of their deaths had been needless.
“So the appearances thing, does it mean that you were essentially good and honorable?” Hermione asked, thinking she might as well get to know this man since even dying hadn’t freed her from him. She absolutely would not enjoy it though. Nope not even if she had a zillion orgasms.
“Well I followed you and the two twats around all the time saving your collective arses at the risk of discovery of my spying, and a highly unpleasant death. I did my best to alleviate the worst of the atrocities of Voldy’s revels as well. As bad as they were, they would have been worse if I hadn’t limited his resources to what I could procure for him.”
“You only did that because you had an insatiable and perverse craving for Harry’s young flesh! It says so in all the best fan fics. You definitely want to see him in a Malfoy sandwich.” Hermione wasn’t sure why she was poking so much at Severus, but something inside of her demanded it.
“You read trashy fan fics about me and Potter? I think you’re the perverse one.” He raised an eyebrow. “Potter in a Malfoy sandwich?” His grin turned evil. “Hmm perhaps roasted, but no, not the way you think. Now you on the other hand…”
“gargh! I cannot believe you said that. That is so not happening. Ew!” She thought she felt a little barf come up. But at the same time she wondered what the eerily lovely Malfoy men looked like here in Hell. If Severus wasn’t so bad, then maybe they hadn’t been either? “Besides what kind of freak wants to see their wife being pounded by two other men, especially related men?”
Severus looked thoughtful a moment “Well actually, it is a rather common fantasy for men. I think in my case it’s just because I know you don’t like the idea.” He beamed at her.
“Arse. So I suppose I’m living in the administrative complex now.” Hermione watched him warily, after all he could just decide to put her over that fabulous, hard wooden desk and fuck her on that lovely glass top… no, no she did not want that, she did not! Even if his hair did look softer and less oily here, even if his nose seemed to provide character now- NO! She screamed at herself mentally, and tried to smell the brimstone on him. But even here in Hell, he smelled like some fantastic potion.
Watching Hermione’s uncharacteristically vulnerable behavior, Severus felt his shriveled excuse for a heart melt. “I have a present for you. That demonic half cat- half wild kneazle you loved so much ended up here, in our sentient animal section. You could, if you wanted to, bring him here to live with us.”
She blinked at him. “Crooks is here? How did he end up here?” She could think of a few instances perhaps, but was jumping up and clawing Dumbledore’s balls really a Hell-worthy offense? Or was it the pixies he had slaughtered en masse? Or perhaps it had been the gnomes? No wait that had been Ron. Crookshanks had always used his litter box at least, and never made a mess on the floor- something the boys had never mastered.
“I always told you that thing was demonic. Apparently I was absolutely correct in my assumption. Literally he is about a quarter Hell cat. Must have gotten it from you.” Severus’ voice turned smug.
Hermione smiled suddenly, her dimples flashed. At least Severus was fun to talk to. “How kind of you to notice. So where am I staying while I’m here, and what am I doing?”
“I thought you knew about this sort of thing.” Severus smirked. “Maybe I was too harsh on you if you can’t even figure out what-“
“Oh my God! Shut it! That is so not what meant. I mean what else do you have for me to do? I’m assuming that even as boss you can’t just shag all day?” But she couldn’t quite meet his eyes, and the blush staining her cheeks almost burned.
“Well I could, but I think that would be rather painful actually. More appropriate for the sort of thing that goes on out there than in here.” The smirk grew into a full-fledged evil grin.
“Er- what do you mean?” Hermione asked. “Why would it be painful, the whole concept of virginity is only a myth. There is absolutely no hymen or any of that nonsense.” She sounded very sure of herself, but she was wondering what she’d missed. Why was Severus laughing at her?
After a second of two of hysterical laughter, Severus decided it was time to turn up the heat a bit. He stood up and walked over to Hermione’s chair. He trailed his fingers over her hair and across her cheek. “It could be painful for several reasons. The most obvious is that you are small and I am not.”
“You’re not that much taller than me?” She made it a question hoping to keep him talking, his voice was pure hypnosis here, even better than it had been when she’d listened in class, hanging on every word for both the knowledge and the silken, almost edible warmth of his voice. She was gradually being reminded why so many of her female classmates had harbored crushes on the potion master. “And I suppose the friction would gradually build up- oh Severus that’s so sweet- you don’t want me to get blisters on my pussy!”
Severus bit his tongue. Hermione Granger saying the word pussy was not something even Severus Snape could ever be prepared for. “Ah… I am at a loss for words. Merlin’s balls! Hermione just go find your damned cat and come back here!”
Hermione didn’t waste a second of her reprieve, she was gone in a flash.
Severus put his head in his hands. What did he ever do to be cursed with- or blessed with- what the fuck ever, an innocent angel who didn’t understand jokes about his dick size but used the word pussy without a thought! He told the imps to start making Hermione a room, because she was right- he’d never stop fucking her if she was in his quarters all the time.
Severus was reading a large volume on the various types of demons and their hierarchical lines when Hermione ran in clutching a sopping wet and extremely pissed off Crooks in her arms. The cat broke free of her desperate clinging and with a loud yeowl burst forth onto Severus’ desk in practically feral glory. “Ur-uck…“was all the Grandmaster of Hell’s Legions could get out before being flattened by the enraged and enormous felonious feline. The beast’s unholy claws were obviously a foot long, Severus decided, in that instant. And the godless creature obviously weighed about twenty stone!
Hermione’s luscious pink lips turned up into a ridiculous smile. “Aww. He loves you! My widdle cuddlekins wuvs his new friend doesn’t him?” She sidled up to scratch the Hell cat under his vast and blubbery chin. “If I’d known how he’d have taken to you, I wouldn’t have killed you quite so soon. Poor little Crooks needs Daddykins.”
Severus Snape was gob smacked. Hermione had even thought he should be this- this feline monstrosity’s father figure? Clearly death had been a narrow escape. But just as he was about to shout and carry on and threaten- this creature was absolutely not going to be anywhere near him once pried off- he noticed how close Hermione had come to snuggle her beloved pet without disturbing him from his ‘daddykins’ lap. Perhaps the creature would be useful after all.
Severus’ hand crept up, almost of its own will, to pat the animal’s head. Crookshanks retracted his claws, turned three times and settled angelically into Severus’ lap with a loud purr. Fuck he’d never get rid of the beast now. The sotted thing thought he liked it. But he consoled himself with a peek down Hermione’s gaping neckline as she bent over his lap. “Er of course, yes I’m so glad the da-darling bea-baby likes me.”
The idle thought came to Severus, that Malfoy Sr. would be thrilled because the pompous twat was still whingeing about Narcissa’s custody arrangements with the damned long-haired Persian breed kneazles they had both loved so. That is, she took them when she ran off with Draco, saying the arse hadn’t deserved to keep either child or pets. She hadn’t cared about the kneazles, or likely even the child, mind, they were just two of few things she could do to cut out Lucius’ heart. It was probably the whole reason Lucius became a death-eater.
Maybe Severus could use the kneazles as a lure to get his old friend and young protégé back into his afterlife. It came to him in a brilliant flash. “Hermione I have the perfect task for you, besides the obvious. You and Malfoy Sr. will team up to find, capture and set up a compound for all the kneazles and Hell cats in this realm.”
“And why would you want this done?” Hermione asked, her eyebrows flying up almost to her hairline. “And why do you want to make me work with him?” She was getting red in the face and looked about to say more.
Severus held up a hand. “Hear me out please, you harridan,” but he smiled when he said it. “Malfoy has always, for some strange reason, loved animals, particularly felines. He even had some ordinary housecats for awhile, but found that kneazles were better company for him. Probably because they were as vile tempered as he.”
“Fair enough why are we doing this?” Hermione crossed her arms. There was no way she was going to do this if there was something dreadful on his mind. But Crooks was still calmly in Severus’ lap, so perhaps there was nothing to worry about on that front at least.
“Because when properly trained they will make excellent spies and we can send them out to keep an eye on the captains of the infernal legions who may, perhaps, think they have a chance to do what I did and take over.” Severus smirked. “And of course provide familiars for many young witches and wizards when our trained kneazles and Hell cats reincarnate.”
“Which will give you eyes in the living world as well, I presume?” It was an appalling idea, but not for the kneazles, who would likely be pampered and loved in their new lives, and probably while still in Hell too, if only to curry favor with Severus. And certainly it wouldn’t be bad to know about the evilest people ahead of time.
“Of course, I’m the overseer of Hell now. I can’t do anything for selfless reasons.” But he avoided her sometimes too perceptive gaze for a moment before huffing. “After all I’d like to know if another great evil is rising in the world. I see myself as the manager of evil, really.”
“Hmm, I never really thought of it that way. So do you see yourself as a kind of police and warden in one?” Hermione was fascinated by the idea that this irascible old goat might actually care about something other than himself. She’d never been convinced by his ‘spying’ bit. She rather thought he’d done it to cover his arse more than to stop the atrocities being committed.
“Police, warden, spy, executioner- what else is Hell but the final solution to evil? So therefore what other purpose could I have in my new office? It’s the ultimate commitment to find and eradicate evil in the living world. To do that, since we are incorporeal, we need spies. We’ll start with the kneazles and Hell cats, but eventually we can incorporate others as well.
“Thestrals would make perfect spies- no one who hasn’t seen death first hand can see them, and even when they are seen, they are typically ignored- as all other animals, even sentient ones, are.” Severus was horrified to find himself hinting at his deepest secret- his own desire for redemption- to this annoying chit.
But Hermione looked fascinated. “Before I died, I would have hated this idea of using innocent animals this way, and putting them in possible danger. But why should I worry now- I know there is life for all after death.” She shrugged. “Alright I’ll do it.”
“You didn’t have a choice. But now we have to convince Malfoy.” Severus grinned, and a dark glitter filled his midnight black eyes. “That’s where you come in. You’ll just have to convince Malfoy to help you. However you have to accomplish this, you will do it.”
Hermione stared agape at him for a moment, and then she laughed. “Oh God this goes back to the Malfoy sandwich doesn’t it you great big perv?” She shook her head. Well Malfoy would probably look all right, surely no one who loved animals could be all evil?
“Maybe a different kind of sandwich at first.” Severus commented, his voice thickened, somehow becoming more still like a viscous, sweet potion that would kill you, but make you desire it nonetheless. “And then only after I’ve had my fill.” It was the first evidence of the supposed desire Severus had claimed to feel for her, that Hermione had seen since that lethal kiss.
It made her feel special and desired, but hunted. This was surely what those pixies must have felt like under Crooks’ evil gaze. She shivered. Grabbing her cat from Severus’ lap, she backed towards the giant wooden doors. “I’ll just, um, go get Crooks settled in.”
He let her go, because he really was going to be kind and patient, no matter what she thought. But he called out as she did, “The imps have your rooms ready, put him in there.” The door swished softly shut on his words, but from a surprised glance over her shoulder, he knew Hermione had heard him.
It was the peculiarity of Hell that life went on, even after death, so when Severus went looking for Hermione; he found her sleeping, curled up with her demon-kneazle-cat. She looked so terribly young lying there, unaware of his presence yet. He was unexpectedly moved to tenderness.
Nineteen had been too young of course. If only she had trusted him enough- but then no one would trust the potions master and spy. Who could? The two professions were secretive, having a bad reputation for darkness, and he had been a master at both. But he burned for her, literally the Hell fire licked over him, coming to life every time he looked at her. He thought his damned cock would never be right again. How could he reconcile his desire to give her space and kindness, with his obsessive need to just throw her down and fuck her?
The answer came in another intuitive flash. He couldn’t fuck her. But he could have her; he would have to- temper the fury and desire raging within, and wage his campaign carefully. Slowly, with every bit of the stealth he’d learned the hard way, he sat on the edge of the bed.
Hermione made soft, sleepy noises at the movement, but did not wake. Crooks stood up, stretching, and left his post, with a pointed glance at Severus.
“Nice to know you approve, beast.” He murmured, barely aloud. He gathered her sleeping form against him. She was soft and warm, and most importantly, still sound asleep. First move; give her body something to know him by, while her mind was still disengaged. Severus pulled her gently into his lap, and stripped off his shirt, holding her against his bare chest.
Hermione snuggled into him, wrapping her arms around him, burrowing her head into his shoulder as if she, too, were a cat.
He checked to make sure she was still unconscious. Perfect, lord only knew what she was thinking of in her dreamy sleep, but Severus didn’t really care. He kissed her face, her neck and even the top of her head, gently, lovingly. In this quiet moment, with her needle sharp guard down, he could let his down too.
He whispered to her his plans, his desire to love her, to make love to her. He told her sleeping mind of the kisses and hugs they could share, of the soft, intimate touches, and of the fiercer things to come when they were both ready to experiment. And in the still of the night, Severus Snape, known during life only for his cold-blooded commitment to duty, also told her how much he already did love her and that one day, he would prove it.
Hermione, the light of his after life, relaxed against him, her unconscious absorbing what she couldn’t yet hear while awake, and so, with a few more precious stolen moments left, he slid them both down to lay next to one another, and let himself fall asleep for the first time since he’d died.
It didn’t last long, of course, such moments rarely do. Severus was jerked awake with Hell’s own worst case of blue balls, Hermione screeching at him, and a terrible headache building slowly. “What exactly is the problem? I literally slept next to you- fully clothed!”
“Yes but you had that digging into my backside. That is not morning wood. Severus that is a whole damned tree, and you’d chased poor Crooks right out of his spot!” She jabbed her finger at the very obvious evidence of his arousal. “Did you get work done on it too? I can’t believe you didn’t warn me about that.”
Severus closed his eyes, and then opened them slowly. “Not at all, I’m just gifted.” He gave her a sleepy smile. “And I did not kick Crooks out; he ceded the field when I came in.”
“Where is he then? He’s not here, I looked everywhere.” She could barely keep a tremble out of her voice. “I just found him again; I can’t bear him running off.” She sniffled.
With an evil grin Severus replied “It is not yet my job to guard your pussy, you can go find him yourself. I would check the lunchroom however, because that’s where there are exceptionally good bagels and lox.” He levered himself up off the small, too frilly bed with a groan. “In the meantime, now that you’ve ruined the first nap I’ve had in even I’m not sure how long, I will return to my office and arrange a meeting with Lucius to discuss the kneazle and hell cat preserve. You will be present at that meeting, come by the office in about an hour. Make an attempt at fashion.” With that, he disappeared, leaving small flames in his wake.
Annoyed, Hermione put out her nice bed clothes with a sigh. “Surely there are fireproof bedclothes in Hell of all places?” Mid brush she froze. The realization slammed into her that everything, her entire existence had changed. Good Lord, I have a- she paused a moment, wondering what exactly Severus was. Is he an ex, because they were both dead, or were they still - gasp! - married?
“Well it doesn’t matter at the moment. I’ve got to find Crooks and still put something on that Sevykins”- she practically snarled the nickname she knew he’d hate-“will consider an attempt at fashion. Bastard.” But Hermione did head off to the lunch room.
Severus, meanwhile, was sitting at his desk gleefully watching Hermione’s fat cat stuff himself in the lunch room. He’d known where the beast was of course; with a thought he could know the location of any denizen in Hell. That is why he’d asked Lucius to bring him a sandwich as he came up. Perhaps it would be better for Hermione to meet her old enemy in more neutral territory.
Severus could barely keep from rubbing his hands together like a B movie villain. Out of the context of a war, or Severus’ presence which would bring back other contentious memories; he firmly believed she would see the good in the other man, no matter how well it was hidden. Not that one could hide their basic nature here.
Lucius Malfoy sauntered into the lunch room. It was the only place in Hell to get food since starvation was such a common punishment among the damned denizens. He’d seen Hermione’s magnificent kneazle the instant he’d stepped inside. The stunning little rascal was weaving in and out of the throng of hungry people meowing incessantly, pressing his head against the odd hand beseechingly. He’d managed to get quite a few morsels too, judging by the cream cheese and crumbs still on his whiskers. Spotting an easy way to make a quick friend- Lucius got Sev’s sandwich and a lox bagel of his own, whereupon he sat feeding bits of the bagel to the gingery feline.
His reward was a loud, vibrating purr, and a shocked gasp from behind. He turned lazily to see the source, blinked to clear his vision, and looked again. “Miss Hermione Granger or is it now Mrs Hermione Snape? My dear you have grown up.”
“And what’s it to you? Besides you’ve seen me not too long ago at that damned wedding. Miss Granger is fine; I do believe marriage is only until death do you part.” She was glaring at him, but the sight of the damned man feeding Crooks a lox bagel made it difficult to harbor old grudges.
“Ah but you have changed rather a lot. At the wedding there was still something too young, gangly and unfinished about you. Now you seem to have settled in better, probably because of the 30 year old rule.” Lucius’ voice was warm spun honey.
“The what rule?” Hermione felt herself slipping closer to the man, the lure of both Crooks and new information, just too much to resist.
“It’s the observation that most people take on the appearance of the prime of their lives, usually 30 years old, when they die. You never made it in life, but you have most certainly arrived in death. It suits you, the gravitas of adulthood. I can now totally see what Severus must have guessed at when he picked you.”
Hermione was thinking that Malfoy senior was glowing. He looked like an angel, except of course for being in Hell. How could someone be that good in Hell? But then the rest of what he’d said sunk it. “What? He picked me?” Her voice rose to a sharp, high note. “That arrogant bastard! I’m going to kill him…Again!” She amended at the last second. “He told me that he hadn’t gotten a choice either, that the stupid Ministry had matched us up going by Umbridge’s crack-pated rules!”
Lucius smirked. “Of course he had a choice, what moron would force a wife on a potions master? If he didn’t care for her, she’d be dead of untraceable poison in a week. Of course no one expected you to be the murderous one my dear. ” He bowed to her. “Very creative using the killing curse on the breath of a kiss.” He fed the last piece of lox bagel to Crooks and stood, brushing the crumbs from his impeccable trousers.
“How could he fucking sit there in his office and feed me such utter crap about how much he wanted me, how much he cared for me, while knowing he’d caused this- this catastrophe?” Hermione felt anger build up that she’d only felt the likes of when she’d killed Severus. One did have to mean it to use a killing curse.
Lucius sighed. “Really Miss Granger, that’s a bit much drama there. Can you think of anyone else you would be better suited to? Get your brilliant head out of your rather attractive arse. If he hadn’t picked you, I guarantee you someone else would have, and it would not have been pretty. You have a lot of foes young woman, who would have loved to make your life a misery.”
“How did you die anyway? You seemed fit and fine earlier.” Hermione sniped at him, because she didn’t want to admit he had a point. It wasn’t even on his head. Once again she was blown away by how glowing and perfect he looked. His platinum blond hair shone like rays of sunlight. His glowing eyes were gray and blue at once.
Severus had to have been lying about inner good and evil showing here. How could Voldy’s right hand man have been this good a person? It was a puzzle and the lure of investigation suddenly made working with Lucius Malfoy seem like a great idea.
“You don’t remember?” Lucius laughed quietly. “Oh don’t turn that look to me, I think you should ask Severus what happened the night you killed him. You, Hermione Jean Granger, have killed more innocent people than either Severus or me and certainly far more people than Draco, whom you despised so.” With that he collected Severus’ sandwich and walked out of the room.
Hermione sank into a chair beside Crooks and began scratching his chin. “What is that horrid man talking about? The only people I’ve ever killed were in the war, and of course Severus, but he’s not exactly innocent, now is he?”
Crooks meowed softly, and nuzzled her sympathetically. With soft, padded feet, sans claws, he jumped onto her lap gently and rubbed Hermione’s face with his forehead.
“Well we should get going; I don’t want us to get kicked out of here. You’d be back in that horrid river drowning all the time and I’d not be able to speak, read, or write a word ever again.” She picked her first, most loyal friend up in both arms and began walking back to her room. Fuck Severus and his idea of fashion, she decided. The damned man wasn’t getting his way in everything.
Severus was chuckling softly. Silly girl, he was never letting her go again. Nor that monstrous cat, his lap felt strangely cold and empty without Crooks. Very odd indeed, these feelings were, because Severus had never had a pet. But he would have to tell her some of the things he’d been keeping from her. She would have to know everything, and when she did the excrement would rendezvous with the rotating blades.
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