It's just a book | By : QueenRuby Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 13757 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: My Betas Alianne and akathryna deserve a million bucks but since I am poor, they’ll have to accept my sincerest thanks. Also to my reviewers: yes, I know I’m evil but evil spelled backwards is live.
Chapter 10: They did what?
Hermione looked around the hall. Severus was standing by the drink table, glaring at her mother who had waylaid him on his trek to her again. She smiled at his obvious attempt to move past the queen.
“Princess Hermione.” She turned to face her brother-in-law. He had brought another gentleman with him. This new Lord had lanky brown hair and a honker of a nose. He made Severus look like Gilderoy Lockhart. “This is my cousin Stephen of Blois. Stephen, this is our dear Hermione. The one I told you about.”
“The pleasure is all mine, Your Majesty,” he said in what he thought was a seductive voice but it made Hermione want to retch. He captured her hand before she could avoid it and planted a sloppy kiss on it. “Would you do me the honor of accompanying me during the next dance?”
Hermione glanced toward Severus, hoping he was on his way, but the Queen was still talking to him. She knew she had no chance to turn him down without seeming rude. “Of course.” She reluctantly took his hand as he swept her into his arms and twirled her out onto the dance floor.
He was holding her tight against him. No matter how she moved, she couldn’t get out of his grasp. She felt a drop of water land on her shoulder under where his head was. ‘Ugh, is he drooling on me?’ she thought disgustingly. She was so distracted trying not to spew on him that she did not notice until it was too late that he had led her out onto the terrace.
“It is a beautiful evening isn’t it?” he said, trying to purr in her ear. “I think a walk in the gardens would be lovely. Don’t you think so my dear?”
“Actually, I have to keep up appearances,” Hermione told him, forcing a smile on her face.
“I thought the whole point of this ball was for you to find a husband,” he said, capturing her hand in his and pulling her down the steps toward the garden.
“I really think I should get back,” she protested again, wondering where Severus was. “The ball is in my honour, after all.”
“Nonsense. You should come with me to the gardens,” he said. Hermione pulled forcefully out of his hands and glared at him.
“No! You must understand that.” She turned to head back up the stairs he had just pulled her down. She felt something hit her hard in the back of the head and everything went dark.
He picked up the unconscious princess and threw her over his shoulder. “No, Princess, it is you who does not understand. This is, unfortunately for you, the end of your story.”
***
“Wake up, Princess,” the falsely sweet voiced demanded. “I want you to be awake for some fun.”
Hermione's head hurt something awful but she was trying to focus on that voice. She knew instinctively that she was in danger. Keeping her eyes closed, she tried to move her hands only to find them tied. Her legs were tied as well and moving her head only brought a wave of nausea that she had to choke down.
“Good, you’re awake. Open those pretty little eyes of yours and see what I’ve got.” The curved knife that greeted Hermione when she opened her eyes made her quickly close them again. “Now now, puppet. Open your eyes or I’ll have to punish you.”
She felt him cut the front of her dress open. Struggling to get away from him, she twisted and tried to kick him. She smiled in triumph when her feet came in contact with his side. A string of curses flew from his lips right before he backhanded her.
“You’ll pay for that.” He drew his knife from her right shoulder down between her breasts, cutting her with a sick satisfaction as she screamed. “Now you will learn some manners when facing one who is better then you.”
Forcing back the tears, she glared at the man. She had been stupid and left Severus’s side and now she was more then likely going to die for it, But she’d be damned if she gave this man any pleasure. “When I see one, I will,” she spat.
“I’ll teach you, you little bitch.” He backhanded her again. “Keep this up and they won’t be able to identify your body.”
“Do you actually believe you’re going to kill me?” He slashed her cheek when she said this.
“No one even knows you’re missing,” he snarled. “By the time they do, I will have had my way with you and they will have a hard time collecting all the pieces.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” Stephen whirled around when he heard that just in time to meet the fist of one infuriated Severus Snape. On hearing his voice, relief filled Hermione and she allowed herself to pass out from the lost of blood and pain.
***
“She will live. Thankfully, Severus got to her in time. I shudder to think what would have happened to her if he hadn’t,” the healer was telling those gathered in the outer rooms of her bedroom. “She will more then likely be scarred though.”
“Where is Severus? I should thank him and apologize for insisting the ball be held even knowing someone might be after her.” The Queen had been softly crying the entire time.
“As soon as the healer told him she would live, he headed for the dungeons. He wanted to oversee the interrogation of the culprit personally,” the King informed them.
“What does he hope to learn?” Megan was pale and staring into the fire. She couldn’t help the waves of unease that passed through her body.
“He thinks there is someone behind all this who won’t stop until she is dead. So he plans to find out who that person is and kill them before they make another attempt on Hermione.” The King looked at his daughter then his wife. They were both taking this harder then he had expected.
****
Severus held up the sharp curved knife so the firelight reflected off it and onto the prisoner. He flipped it over and over in his hand, relishing in the feel of its perfect balance. He might be reformed, but there was still something he loved about torture. It actually calmed him. He smiled wistfully which made the man hanging from the shackles squirm. Setting down the knife on the table with the other tools of his trade, he walked over to the man and slowly starting to unbutton the man’s shirt.
“You know, the art of retrieving information is lost on most people nowadays,” Severus whispered, watching the man start to tremble. “I for instance enjoy the begging and the screams that I can coax out of my victim. If you do not enjoy your work, there is a load of information you can miss. So let’s start with the begging. What is your name?”
“Why would I tell you anything? You don’t scare me,” Stephen hissed.
“Then you are foolish,” Severus smiled. “Though that is the answer I was hoping you would give.” His hand lingered for a moment on the knife before moving to what could only be described as cigar clippers. “I think we will start with your fingers.”
***
“Are you sure about this information?” the King asked. He looked about ten years older.
“Trust me. By the time he told me this... let’s just say he was unable to lie,” Severus reassured him.
“I’ll tell Megan. You take the guards and arrest David,” he said wearily. “Severus, please try to do this quietly. For Megan’s sake.”
“I will try, my King, but if he tries to flee I will take him down in any way possible so he can’t attack Hermione again.” Severus stood up from the chair he had been sitting in. He did a half bow to the King and turned and left the King’s study.
The King sighed almost in defeat and collapsed even further into his chair. To him it felt like everything was falling apart around him. Well, the one good thing to come out of this would be that Severus would make a great King.
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