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Hermione stared, astonished, as the portrait swivelled on invisible hinges to reveal the hidden cupboard behind. Sitting inside, as Dumbledore said there would be, was a large glass phial. She reached inside slowly to pick it up, and the swirling strands inside twisted and spun faster as she lifted it up to look at. Snape's memories… "But why now? It's been two years, you could have shown me this at any time, why do you want me to look at these now?"
There was no reply from the other side of the frame. Hermione pulled the portrait half closed so she could peer around to see what Dumbledore was playing at. It was empty, the old Headmaster having fled.
"Coward…" she muttered under her breath.
Dumbledore had told her that it was important that she view the memories, so despite her misgivings she carried the phial over to the cupboard which housed the pensieve, and pulled it open. The memories were soon swirling around in the silvery liquid of the bowl, and as she looked down into it, she was hit with the sense of déjà vu. Hoping that this would be the last time she had to do this, and with one last glance around the room, she hesitantly lowered her face to the surface.
She was back in Malfoy Manor, a place she'd not seen for two years. She could see herself passed out on a table, her arms and legs bent un-naturally. The first day, the day he saved me then… Snape was standing over her, his face expressionless. But why do I need to see this?
"You will return to me in two days' time, Severus." The hissing voice came from behind him. "I want to know if you have made any progress with her." He stepped up besides Snape to look down at her. A long pale finger trailed down her cheek. "I have heard much from Lucius about this particular mudblood. It is a pity she is not of better birth, her power and intelligence would have been welcomed amongst us. I have fools enough surrounding me, pure blood unfortunately does not guarantee either brains or skill, as you know all too well, my friend. Ah Severus, if only I had more like you…"
The scene shifted to the Headmaster's study, , which for a mere moment was empty, before Snape sudden appeared, apparating in with Hermione magically suspended next to him. Immediately he caught her naked body in his arms, wandlessly cancelling the spell which held her aloft.
"Severus… is that…? Why have you brought Miss Granger here? It is too dangerous…"
"Later, Albus. She needs healing first. I will see to her, and return to explain." He was already striding through the door to his chambers as he spoke.
Then, suddenly, they were in his bathroom, and he was leaning over her prone form, submerged in warm water. The marks around her wrists and ankles were weeping and sore, and Snape was carefully cleaning the dirt from each with a damp cloth. There were several empty potion phials on the floor next to where he was kneeling. Oh, Severus… The real Hermione watched with amazement at his tenderness towards her, even then.
The mist swirled, and Snape was back in his Study, the pensieve currently occupied by Hermione herself forgotten behind him, his furious attention riveted on Dumbledore.
"I'm glad you finally have someone else who understands, Severus. I know it hasn't been easy, the past few years in particular, being unable to show your true character to any except myself."
"I want no-one's pity, least of all that of an insufferable know-it-all who was foolish enough to get herself into a position where she is likely to get one, or both of us killed. If I had wanted sympathy I would have asked for it long ago."
"I am afraid that you will not be able to allow her to leave here Severus. Even if the two of you somehow manage to make her leaving look like a fortuitous escape, Tom will be extremely displeased with you, and if you manage to make it away from the encounter in one piece, he will not trust you as fully as he does now, not if you lose someone as close to Harry as Miss Granger. As much as I dislike what will have to happen to Miss Granger if she stays with you, she is one pupil among many who needs your protection now, and your position at Tom's side is too important to throw away now. No, I am afraid she must stay."
As she listened, Hermione realised that she was still seeing the events of that first day. Dumbledore really gave him no choice, did he? Poor Severus, he would have willingly been tortured to save me from it.
As Dumbledore had spoken, Snape's face had taken on a haunted look. "No," he seethed with unrepressed anger. "Again you ask too much of me, old man. I never thought you would be able to come up with something worse than asking me to kill you, but this is it. I will not do it." Snape slammed his hands down violently on his desk. "It is bad enough that I have to attend these… parties… where I must look the other way and sometimes take part as innocent women are mutilated and raped, all for the pleasure of the Dark Lord and my brothers. I will not visit the same on Miss Granger."
"I believe Miss Granger must make her own decision, and she will be in possession of all the facts when she does so," said Dumbledore calmly.
The next few memories were mere flashes, and at first they left her feeling hot and aroused. They kissed almost chastely, his body language wary as he lay beside her… She pushed the sheet down lower over her breasts, before grabbing his hand to press against her exposed skin… He showed her how to touch him, his eyes burning with lust as she became bolder, making him buck into her hand as she stroked him. The look of surprise that she was there, truly wanting him to touch her in such away never seemed to leave, and Hermione's chest tightened with the thought that he really believed himself so unlovable.
She trembled with her release as her moved his fingers inside her, his eyes dark and intense as he watched her come apart. She looked like nothing Hermione had ever seen in a mirror, her frizzy curls shone instead, and her face was radiant with a strange beauty, yet she could not see what was different. Is this how he sees me? she wondered.
He pressed into her gently for the first time, and she sobbed with the pain. Her fingers explored his arms, his back, tangling in his hair and eventually reaching down to squeeze his bum… He came with a muffled cry into her neck…She held him tight with her arms wrapped around his back as he trembled in the aftermath of his orgasm… "I'm sorry," his head was in his hands and he looked ashamed of what he had done…
"Why? I'm not?" She reached out to touch him… "…could you hold me…" she begged… She buried her face in his chest as she wept… The last image of the two of them lingered a few moments longer, and her heart was full as he lay with her pressed close against his chest, stroking her hair and watching her sleep, still with a look of stunned amazement on his face.
He was so gentle, so loving, even though he cared nothing for me. She honestly couldn't have imagined enjoying herself half so much her first time if she had been with Ron, as she had assumed for years. Was it any wonder I started to fall for him that night?
Everything changed again, and she saw again the moment she had first told him she would forgive him, then he had removed her memories before quietly whispering "Obliviate." He had stayed a few moments, hunched over her now unconscious body, and Hermione was surprised to see a tear slide down his face. Snape brushed his fingers lightly across her cheek. "I will endeavour to do my best for you Hermione, but I will never deserve your forgiveness, not for what I must do now." As she watched her heart broke for him once again.
She reached out towards him, but suddenly, once again they were back in the study, and this time Snape was pacing up and down in front of the line of portraits of the old Heads of the school. He seemed half-demented, his face an odd mixture of rage and distress. "
"I don't know whether I can do this, Albus. It's one thing to take the girl's…" he paused awkwardly and coughed, his cheeks turning red "… but forcing myself on her like this is utterly disgusting. I can't…"
"But you must, Severus. Tom is expecting you later today, and he will expect to see something at least. You must make it seem as if you have been working on breaking her. He will expect to see you using the girl in this way, as well as probing her for information. You are the only one of his followers that would not behave in this way, therefore you must do it, to keep him from becoming suspicious. Miss Granger knew what she signed up to when she agreed to this."
Snape rounded on the painting. "What of how Miss Granger will deal with all this once this is all over? Have you thought of that? I swear, you have even less compassion for those you use now than you did when you were alive. As long as it suits your own ends, what care have you as to how others are treated?"
"Severus, I…"
"Be quiet, old man. I am not interested in the same old excuses you have given me for the past twenty years. Do not worry, I will play my part, as always." And with that, Snape stalked away, climbing the stairs to his quarters, slamming the door at the top so that it echoed loudly around the room.
Expecting the memory to move on again Hermione waited, but as the office scene continued, she realised that she needed to follow Snape to see where he had gone. Oh Gods, I hope he's not going to do what I think he is. It was bad enough the first time around. I don't think I could bear it from his point of view.
But when she crept down the hall she saw that his own bedroom door was open, rather than the one she had used at first. He was in his lab, a whirlwind of furious activity as he begun to prepare a potion, and he was muttering angrily under his breath. Hermione could only make out a few words here and there, but none of them were very complimentary, and about Voldemort and Dumbledore in equal measure.
The unknown potion only took a few minutes to brew, and as he'd done it without a book Hermione hadn't been able to figure out what it did. By the time he'd finished Snape's body language had changed from barely restrained rage to reluctant and dispirited. He warily eyed the finished potion as if it were poison. What is it?
Carefully he ladled it into a large phial, before hesitatingly raising it to his lips and taking a small sip. Hermione watched carefully for a reaction, but it was only when he turned round to leave that she realised what the potion did. Snape reached down uncomfortably to adjust his trousers over his very prominent and uncomfortable looking erection, before visibly steeling himself and striding out the room. She had seen the anguish in his eyes, quickly hidden by a angry sneer that was all too convincing. Hermione couldn't bear to follow him, knowing where he was going. She prayed that the memory would change before she had to hear her own screams. At least you know now he wasn't turned on by the idea of raping you. A weight that she hadn't even known was there was suddenly lifted.
She was glad when the memory changed, but her stomach dropped again as the memory returned again to the small room Snape had made for her. Hermione watched in horror as Snape dumped her limp body on the bed. The deed was done at least. No matter that she now knew that she'd agreed to it, it had been all too realistic at the time. Snape picked up the robes he had discarded on the floor before turning to look down at her for a moment before leaving. She was unnaturally still, her eyes open and blank. Snape's face was even more expressionless than normal, but as soon as he pulled the door shut behind him his face crumpled and he sank to the floor in a heap.
She hadn't remembered until now that he had left the room for a few minutes before returning to drag her to the shower. She'd lain there, half insensate and feeling nothing but hatred toward the man that had been curled up on the other side of the door, hurting as much as she had.
The real Hermione forgot her own pain in the face of his, and tried to reach out to touch him again, but her hand passed straight through as the scene shifted once more.
"Close your eyes."
The figure on the bed cringed in fear and tried to pull the blanket tighter, but quickly did as told. Snape quickly pulled his wand from his sleeve and pointed it at her. Unconscious as she now was, her body visibly relaxed. Snape dropped down on the bed next to her, looking old and careworn, the marks she had gouged on his face and neck gone. He gathered her up into his arms and rocked her gently, his face buried in her hair.
"Do you still forgive me now?" he whispered brokenly. "Please… please tell me you do."
The mists swirled, and they were back in his lab. Snape was holding her up by her shoulders as she swayed, a look of intense pain on her face. His worried eyes were darting around the room before returning to her, and the real Hermione spotted an early version of his anti-venon half brewed on the bench. No wonder he's worried. If Voldemort had realised…
"Foolish girl," Snape was saying. "I wondered how long it would take you to stick your nose into something you shouldn't. You've actually managed to disappoint the low expectations I had. I stupidly assumed you would managed to keep out of trouble for at least two hours." His last words were said almost fondly, but the girl in his arms seemed beyond hearing. Snape slowly let her go, and she slid to the floor and after a few moments passed out.
The moment she was unconscious, Snape fell to the floor beside her and dragged her into his arms, cradling her head gently. Passing his fingers over her forehead he whispered something quietly. She stirred slightly, a small moan escaping her lips and the tortured expression on her face softened out. Snape continued to hold her, his fingers gently smoothing strands of hair back from her face as he rocked her gently, seemingly getting as much comfort from her closeness as her was trying to give her unresponsive body. "What must you think of me? Merlin, you must hate me so…" he whispered softly.
Eventually he got to his feet, never letting her leave his arms for a moment and carried her out.
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