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The Morning
After

Chapter Thirteen � Dark
Discoveries

Author: Queen Celestia

Disclaimer: No making $$ off
of this story.

Warning: This is where the
story gets a lot darker. Non consensual sex, and slash
happens in this chapter.

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There had indeed been scandal over Severus and Hermione being married.

Witch Weekly (along with other gossip columns) had exploded with
speculation over this illicit marriage, but since no one from Hogwarts had been
forthcoming with any information, the gossip had died down somewhat to a low
murmur, overtaken by the more current news of what He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was
up to. In fact, due to the state of war, the gossip for the Snape marriage was
not as publicized as it would have been during peace time.

However, there was one writer intent on getting
the scoop of this marriage�one who held a great grudge against Hermione Snape
nee Granger.

She was currently clutching a piece of parchment between her highly
polished nails, reading it intently.

�Bozo!� she yelled, quite suddenly.

A shuffling, and then a moment later a pudgy photographer came into
view. �Yeah?�

The woman waved the parchment in front of him. ��Look what I�ve got!� she gloated, �An
invitation to the Slug Clubs Christmas party!�

Bozo�s disposition brightened. �So that means?�

�Yes! That�s exactly what it means.��
The woman�s eyes narrowed into nasty little slits. �Revenge.�

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Gods and goddesses I am sore, Hermione thought
as she stretched, coming awake.

Her second thought was, Is that what I think
it is, poking my back? I hope not.

Followed by, If it is, I better make a quick getaway.

Quickly, she calculated where the extra limbs were and began wiggling
her very sore body from out of them.

It felt as if someone had taken a jack hammer and had free play all over
her body.� Especially, she winced as she
shakily stood up, where it would hurt the most.

She hobbled towards the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. Pain potion, pain potion, where is it? she thought.

Gratefully, she gulped down the red liquid, sighing as she felt it take
effect.

She then walked in a more dignified manner towards the shower and washed
the nights activities off of her, the water stinging
her back.

Gods he was pissed last night, she thought,
soaping up her hair. She knew that she would get punished for giving him the potion,
but he hadn�t had to go that far. Plus he seemed distant while taking her. She
snorted. If that�s
possible.

Her gaze wandered across her body as she remembered the night
before.� Her eyes fell with horror on her
wrists. �Both of them had identical
bruises from where the chains had held her.

Crap.

She didn�t need the entire world knowing what she had been up to the
other night. Frowning, she realized that the only way to cover this up was to
use a glamour spell.� Well, she�d do that
when she got out of the shower. Her ankles had bruises too, but that didn�t
matter since they would be covered up by her uniform.

She finished her morning ablutions and peered into the bedroom. He was
still asleep. She didn�t wonder, after last night. She was surprised that she
had gotten any sleep at all.

The pain potion worked wonders, but she still had a slight ache from the
other night and, deciding to escape before he demanded any more from her, she
exited towards the Great Hall for breakfast.

She was grateful that it was a Wednesday, since she wasn�t sure if she would
have been able to endure the weekend.

He had felt her wriggle out from him, but he decided to let her go. He
had worked most of his anger out on her. There were other emotions there, but
he had decided against working them out, since that would most likely
complicate things even more.

He listened to her sneak out, most likely going to breakfast.

Groaning, he stretched out and decided that it was about time he got out
of bed.

He had classes to teach.

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She entered the Great Hall and was rather surprised to see Ginny already
there, since it was still rather early.�
Settling herself gingerly down beside her, she had no trouble finding a
seat, since only two other Gryffindors were already eating breakfast; Hermione
looked at Ginny with some concern�especially when her friend turned a mischievous
look in her direction. �So�how was the night?�

Hermione had been hoping Ginny would have somehow forgotten about everything
but she obviously hadn�t.

Ginny watched with some interest as a bright red blush spread over
Hermione�s body.

�O-ok.� was the muttered reply, while she moodily speared a pork
sausage.

�Only ok?� Ginny inquired, leaning very close to Hermione. ��Come on you can tell me.�

There was a strange tone in Ginny�s voice that caught Hermione�s attention,
and the bushy haired girl turned to look at her friend with a critical eye.

�Ginny�are you alright?�

Hermione watched her friend�s face carefully for any signs hinting that
there was something deeper; she was rewarded by a look of uncertainty crossing
the younger girls face.

�Ginny?�

Her friend positively seemed to break down under Hermione�s eagle eye.

�Oh, Hermione!� she burst out, �I envy you!�

Visibly shaken, Hermione asked, �Why?�

It was Ginny�s turn to flush now.

Ginny lowered her voice, �Because Harry�s being an idiot!�

�How?�

Ginny looked around, making sure that no one was listening in.� �Because�he hasn�t touched me since�you know.
The lust potion.�

�Seriously?!�

The look of pained desperation was all Hermione needed to see to confirm
this. �Oh, you poor thing! And so you�ve been
vicariously living through�� here Hermione coloured
again, dropping her voice even lower, �Severus and I?�

Ginny nodded, visibly trembling, as she continued.� �And sometimes�I really hate Harry. Because he awakened me�and now
won�t have anything to do with me! And I get so jealous of you. At least your wizard still has interest in you!
And then I wonder if it�s me or�or something else.�

Here, Ginny stopped, brushing away at her tears of anger and
frustration, while Hermione soothingly rubbed her friends back.

When Ginny had calmed down, which was a good thing since the Great Hall
was beginning to fill up, Hermione whispered, �Don�t worry, Ginny. I�ll help
you.�

Ginny gave her a small tight smile and then surprised her by her acting
skills as Harry and Ron came over to join them. It seemed as if nothing had
happened at all.

Hermione felt relieved that she didn�t have to reveal the previous
night. She still felt uncomfortable about it; she wanted to get to the bottom
of why Severus was so pissed at her.

Except, she hated to admit this to herself, she had a small feeling of
fear after last night. She had realized what he was capable of.

Severus entered and glanced over at Hermione, who looked preoccupied
with something.

He scowled and glared across the other house tables, his scowl lessening
when his gaze came to rest upon Slytherin house.

He focused upon his pork sausage, and moodily poked at it, his gaze
drifting back to Hermione.

A strange disquiet filled him.� He
glanced over to the Slytherin table to see the blue-grey eyes of Draco Malfoy gazing thoughtfully upon his wife.

Severus felt that clench in his gut, certain now that Hermione had given
Malfoy a blowjob. Why else would he be paying any attention to her?

He quickly finished his meal and glanced over at Hermione, who was
leaving the Great Hall. Getting up to leave through the staff entrance, he
noticed Malfoy also rise. Deciding not to make a scene, he skulked in the
shadows to discover what his little wife had to say to the Malfoy heir.

He watched Hermione�s progression through the Entrance Hall, Malfoy
close behind her.

Hermione didn�t seem to notice Malfoy. �Severus felt relief as Hermione turned left
and Draco did not�except he noticed the thoughtful pause in Malfoy�s walk as he
looked after his wife. He did not like this at all.

This only added to his anger toward the Malfoy heir. Draco had been
avoiding him at all possible costs � not even coming to detentions assigned by
him, or those meetings. Knowing that he was getting blowjobs from his wife
added to the pile of Severus being pissed off at him.

Why the Dark Lord trusted Draco with such an important task boggled and
hurt him. Had he not been faithful all these years? No, the Dark Lord liked to
play his little power games, pitting the Death Eaters against each other in
subterfuge and jealousy.

Looking ahead, Severus paused, smirking a little to himself as he realized
that he had been absent mindedly following his wife.

He glanced around before looking back up and found her staring at him.
He could read the trepidation in her eyes as he made his way up to her.

His black eyes rested on her face; her brown eyes gazed on him
quizzically.

He hesitated for a moment, thinking of confronting her, but he decided
against it. No need to let her realize that he actually did care if she cheated
on him.

Suddenly, his hand snaked out and he gently rubbed her back, watching as
she winced.

�Severus! What are you doing?� she frowned up at him, forgetting to call
him �Professor� in her annoyance.

�Come,� was his reply.� He turned
towards his office, not bothering to see if she would follow him. Growling,
Hermione did follow him, not wanting to feel his wrath if she didn�t.

Entering Severus� office, Hermione looked at the slimy things in jars
decorating the walls. �Severus�why am I here?�

Closing the door, he looked at her and lazily flicked his wand so that
she was suddenly topless.

�Severus! What are you doing?!� she shrieked, crossing her arms over her
breasts.

�Turn around.�

�No.�

�Do as I say, witch.�

�Not until you tell me what on earth you are going to do!�

Sighing, Severus held up a jar of salve, �I�m going to rub this onto
your back, so that you won�t suffer any more unpleasantries from your
whipping�Unless, you want to continue to have a sore back.�

Grumbling, Hermione turned around so that her back was facing him. �Get
on with it, then.�

The salve smelled of chamomile, mixed with other herbs, and felt cool
against her skin as Severus rubbed it in. Where there were red welts from the
whip, it stung painfully for a minute before dying down. Severus intently
worked the salve into her back.

His hands feel like pieces of
magic in themselves, Hermione thought as he continued to rub the salve in, massaging her back into a relaxed puddle of goo.

A soft moan escaped from her; she sighed when she felt him remove his
hands.

Another flick of the wand and she was again wearing her top and robes.

Turning around, she focused her warm brown eyes upon him.� Without warning, she leaped upon him and
kissed him soundly on the mouth.

Staggering backwards, Severus wildly tried to regain his balance,
wondering what the heck was going on.

Pulling away from him, she smiled against his mouth. �Thanks,� she
leaned back to meet his bewildered expression. ��And I do hope you tell me what�s got you so
pissed lately.�

Before he could say a word, she leaned in and kissed him again, her
mouth working against his and effectively stalling his brain processes.

Her mouth clung to his in an almost desperate manner as she slid her
legs off from around his waist, causing Severus to bend slightly to continue
the kiss.

Breaking away, she gave him a naughty grin and began to make a get away.

Severus stood there for a second, trying to call out to her in his
authoritative manner, but all that came out was a squeak.

�Bye, Severus.��

And she left him there in a state of shock.

One of the reasons why Hermione had left him was because she still felt
weird about actually enjoying the whole being beaten by a whip idea. It made
her wonder what she was really like, and realize that she wasn�t as innocent as
she�d like herself to be.

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Tapping her quill against her lower lip, Hermione stared blankly at
Professor Slughorn. Friday, potions. Last class of the day.

Severus hadn�t spoken to her at all on Thursday; in fact, he just seemed
to glower at her before scurrying away.

Plus, she had noticed Draco observing her more closely; hopefully he
would take her up on her offer.

Glancing at the brewing potion, she sighed. Only five more minutes until
it was finished, then class would be over soon.

�Ok, class! Hand in your potions!� came
Professor Slughorn�s voice.� Hermione
quickly bottled her potion up, her mind more focused on how she was going to
get Severus to talk to her.

During dinner, her gaze continued to flick up towards Severus.� He seemed to be adamantly ignoring her.

She was oblivious to the blue-grey eyes watching her intently from the
Slytherin table.

Draco had been obsessed with Hermione ever since her offer to �help�
him. At first, it had frustrated him that his thoughts were consumed by the
filthy Know-It-All Mudblood, but then they seemed to whirr in to more action
and thought.� Perhaps there was more to
this�Mudblood than he liked to believe. In fact, he knew there was�since he had
always greatly envied her.

He had envied her brains, envied her having friends that actually seemed
to have some modicum of intellectual brain cells�but what made him consider her
more was the fact that she was married to a Death Eater.

Severus may have been able to fool Dumbledore that he had reformed, but
Draco knew from first hand experience that no one who had �reformed� could
possibly have done what Snape had done with such a look of satisfaction upon
his face.�

Hermione must know that Snape was a Death Eater,
she must have seen his mark.� Draco could not accept the fact that she had
actually not seen the mark.� The thought of that occurring was just too
incredible for it to be true.

His thoughts worked themselves into knots.� He wanted help from her, but he didn�t want
to betray his father and the Dark Lord.

Being spoon-fed bigoted thoughts from birth, as well as the glorious
nature of the Dark Lord, had worked to form his young mind into exactly what
his father wanted�except there had been a fatal flaw in the plan. Lucius hadn�t
counted on Draco thinking for himself.

The only reason that Draco was really following through on the plan was
because he loved his mother and did not want her to die or be subject to the
Dark Lords whim.

Chancing a glance up to the Head Table, Draco shuddered as he saw the
look Snape shot him. Pure venom was in those black eyes.

Shit, Draco thought. �Did
skipping out on that meeting piss Snape off that much? �He shuddered; he had a feeling he would need
to be even more evasive of the Professor in the days to come.

That damn Draco boy had been staring at her again. Severus glared at the
little brat, trying to reign in his temper. What irked him the most was that he
was feeling jealous about his wife. He hated this feeling of jealousy and tried
to put it down to the fact that he was rather over protective about everything
he owned�and yet, he knew there was something else going on.

He had been avoiding her after her impromptu attack on his person [as he
liked to call it]. It had rattled him, her sudden outburst of affection.� He had been expecting her to be cold after
what he had done to her�but instead, she seemed concerned about him.

No one was ever concerned for him. �Well, except maybe Dumbledore, or Lucius�when
he wanted something.

What is she playing at? �He assumed that she might be trying to make
him lower his defenses so that she could sneak in and destroy him. A bomb
planted by Dumbledore.

Shifting his glance over to the twinkling eyed old coot, Severus
frowned. He felt that maybe Albus was onto
him.

The truth of the matter was that Severus served only one person.

And that person was himself.� It
just worked out in his favour that he happened to be serving the two most
influential wizards that would currently determine who was �good� and who was
�bad� in the future. A perfect spot, to say the least.

If Voldemort was defeated, he would be able to have Dumbledore vouch for
him�say he was really a lamb in wolf�s clothing.

If Dumbledore was defeated, then Voldemort would believe that he, Severus,
was a right hand deputy and would trust him�as much as Voldemort trusted
anybody�and let Severus get on with his own life.

In a way, Severus could be considered a traitor in the fullest sense of
the word.

No one had ever given a shit about Severus, so Severus never gave a shit
about anyone else. It was the way things worked in his world.

Until she came.

No, no, he wouldn�t think about that. With an agitated sigh, Severus
pushed away from the table and decided that he needed a good long stalk to keep
his mind off things.

Maybe he�d find some little Hufflepuffs and take some points off them.
Or better yet, some Gryffindors.

The moment Severus left the Great Hall, Hermione quickly stood up,
leaving the rest of her dinner behind. Ignoring Ron�s curious comment, she
quickly left in hot pursuit of Severus. He wasn�t going to disappear on her
this time.� Besides, she had a plan on
how to get him to talk to her.

Quickly scanning the Entrance Hall, she saw a billowing robe moving
towards the dungeons and followed it.

Noticing that he had increased his pace, Hermione called out and was
vexed when he seemed to simply ignore her.

�Professor!� she tried again, but he only sped up. �Severus Snape! If
you keep on ignoring me I�m going to hex you!� she called out.

That stopped him.

Turning, he glared at her. �Fine. What is it?�

Coming closer to him, she glared back up at him, her earlier plan of
forcing him to talk to her leaving the scene as she replied, �Why on earth have
you been avoiding me, Severus?�

He glanced about the hall and with a resigned sigh continued to walk,
forcing Hermione to jog along beside him.

�I have not been avoiding you. I have been busy, witch.�

�Then you won�t object to helping explain more fully your assignment for
today.� ��Aha! She silently congratulated herself for remembering the plan.

�No. I was efficient enough in class. Is that all? If it is, I�d rather
you stop jogging alongside me like some overgrown puppy.�

She sighed. �Severus, why are you so closed off?�

�What is this? Interrogation hour?� he snapped, stopping mid stride to
turn and glare at her.

Stumbling past him, she quickly turned around, her brown eyes focused
upon his sharp profile.

�Severus, I just want to know what you meant about my blowing off other
guys��

And that was when his mark began to burn.

�Severus?� Hermione cried out, as she watched her husband wince and grab
his left forearm. Her heart seemed to stop beating at the sudden change that
came over him, the cold lifeless eyes that looked up at her.

He started walking much faster towards his dungeons, Hermione worriedly
following him.

Reaching the entrance to the Dungeon Dormitory, Severus stopped and
hissed, �Nipple Clamps.�

Her worry increasing, Hermione quickly followed. �He had bothered to say the password out loud.

�Severus?�

Cold eyes turned to her. ��Shut
up!� he growled, before entering the bedroom and opening a small panel to
reveal his Death Eater robes.

It scared Hermione, watching her husband transform from Professor into
full blown Death Eater.

She was in too much shock to truly think.� She just stood there dumbly as he tossed in
some floo powder into the fire and shouted, �The gatehouse!�

Everything else suddenly didn�t matter.

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�You can�t apparate anywhere on Hogwarts ground,� was the common belief.
That was not a fact, however.

You could apparate from the gatehouse.

Only two people knew this: Dumbledore and Snape.

Of course, it could only be those two, since it was vital that Severus
have a non visible apparition point in which he could easily answer the summon
of the Dark Lord.

There was a catch, however.

The gatehouse was tuned to Severus� magical signature, so only he could
apparate from there.

�Just for extra safety,� Dumbledore had said.

But Severus knew better.

Dumbledore wasn�t stupid.

Voldemort�s headquarters were located in a rural English setting, the
small town nearby not worth mentioning.

Severus breathed in the fresh night air and entered headquarters. It
didn�t seem that guarded, but in actuality the only people able to enter the
building without suffering any horrible side effects were those that bore the
Dark Mark.

Headquarters turned out to be more of an unplottable mansion in fading
grandeur.

It would have been a beautiful place to live, if there wasn�t the stench
of death that seemed to hang about the place.

Silently, Severus made his way to where he knew the Dark Lord would be
waiting for him.

Facing a dark mahogany door, Severus paused before knocking.

The door opened up right away, Wormtail�s watery eyes taking in the
scowling wizard.

�Master! Snape is here,� Wormtail
announced, opening the door further so that Snape could enter the room. Inside
was a blazing fire, a couch, a large armchair and a bed.

Voldemort was seated leisurely in the large throne-like armchair, his
red eyes washing over the bowing Severus.

�Wormtail, leave usss.� he hissed. �Wormtail promptly left the room.

With the door closed and warded, Voldemort stood up and circled around
Severus.

�How iss married life, Ssseverusss?�

�Tolerable, my Lord.�

�Ohhh?� Voldemort�s pale hands were like long spiders.� He reached out and tipped Severus� chin up towards
his face. �Show me.�

Severus� mind walls had been down the moment the Dark Mark had
burned.� He felt the Dark Lord infiltrate
his mind, and felt his approval when he witnessed what Severus had done as
revenge�although he didn�t see a true reason of why there had to be revenge.

There was no need for a reason to punish a Mudblood.

When the Dark Lord had finished, he ordered Severus to stand up.

His red eyes focused intently upon Severus as he murmured, �I do hope
that your Mudblood hasn�t taken it all out of you��

Severus smirked.� �My Lord, no one
could take it all out of me�nothing would stop my services to you.�

The Dark Lords eyes glittered. ��Strip me.�

Severus� hands were quick and nimble, for they had done this before.
Numerous times before, because Severus knew the secret that no one else knew.

Voldemort liked to be dominated.

Afterwards, when there were scratches on his back and their bodies had
returned to the normal rhythm, the Dark Lord sated beneath him, Severus
withdrew with a strange weight within him. He hadn�t ever felt like this before�after
his trysts with the Dark Lord.

He moved his wand over the Dark Lord�s pale body, closing the gashes
from their blood play.

�Severuss,� the Dark Lord hissed, his eyes heavy-lidded, as his servant stood
up to cleanse himself, �Glad to see she hassn�t ruined
you.�

Dark eyes looked down upon the Lord, �No, my Lord. Not for you.�

Voldemort sat up, and then stood up; he was taller than Severus, and not
ashamed of his nakedness.

�Ahh,� the Dark Lords lips quirked into his cruel smile, �Ahh, Severus I
have just stumbled upon a most amussing thought.�

�What would that be, my Lord?�

�If your wife got pregnant�her life would even be more hellish.�

Severus didn�t respond right away. �My Lord? �How would that be?�

�The burden of a child, Severuss��

�But she might actually want one. And it would interfere with my duties
as spy, my Lord.�

Voldemort�s lips curled. ��Severussss! I want you to impregnate your
wife! That isss an order!�

�Yes, my Lord.� The heavy feeling inside Severus seemed to be replaced
with a slow burning rage as he left.

That was one order he wasn�t going to follow.

The heavy weight in his stomach seemed to curl in upon him as he made
his way back to the castle.

He hoped she wouldn�t be there.

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She had sat there worrying since the floo had died out, staring into the
dying flames.

Crookshanks had curled up upon the blanket in her lap.� She had not given any thought to the
strangeness to her actions, or why she would even care about what happened to
him or not.

She worried because she didn�t know what happened when he was summoned.� Would he be tortured? �Beaten? �How long would he be gone?

The hours seemed to stretch out like strong taffy and Hermione sat
there, waiting, not moving an inch.

It startled her when the flames turned green, causing her to stand
straight up, clutching the blanket to her and throwing a rather affronted
Crookshanks onto the floor.

�

A feeling of fear washed over her at the sight of his dark form leaving
the flames with the hood drawn up.� His
face, covered by the half skull mask with slits for eyes where he stared out at
her, caused her to tremble in fright.

His black eyes stared at her, and she realized she�d given him the
knowledge that she feared him.

He visibly twitched with anger, scowling. �What are you doing, witch?�

Taking a calming breath, not noticing how her knuckles had turned white
from clutching the blanket towards herself, she replied, �I- I was worried.�

�Oh?� he sneered, as he lifted down the hood and took off the mask,
�Well, I�m as well as I can be.�

�Thank Merlin!� and not quite knowing what she was doing, she reached
out, and took the mask.

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She was there.

He scowled as he brushed the floo powder from him.� She stood before him, staring wildly, clutching
the blanket for dear life.

She feared him.

He didn�t remember what he said, and he barely seemed to understand her
replies as he tried to fight against the sinking vise sensation that seemed to
be consuming him.

Guilt. That was what he was feeling.

Guilt for�cheating on her?

�I- I was worried.�

Damn, why did she have to say
that? Ignore this; she�s just your little Mudblood wife� who cheats with
Malfoy! Right??

Not liking the fear on her face, he lowered his hood and took off his
mask.� He intended to go hang his Death
Eater regalia up when her small hand reached out and plucked it from his hand.

Stiffly, he stood there, eyes wide, as she looked at it with eyes as big
as saucers that flicked up to him.� He
could see the fear in them as she slowly lifted it up to her face.

And suddenly he knew that he did
not want her wearing or touching that mask!

His vision seemed to fade to �black as he reached out and snatched
the mask from her.

�Don�t touch it!� he
hissed.� She cowered before him, and he
hated her at that moment, hated how she feared him.� �What�s wrong, little Mudblood? Where�s all
that Gryffindor courage now?�

A slap in the face if there ever was one.� He saw her straighten, the light of
determination in her eyes, as she spat, �Fine! I won�t care for you then!�

�No one�s ever cared for me!� he growled, menacing upon her, and she
stepped back.

�Maybe I do, Severus!�

His hand lashed out and he gripped her upper arm painfully. �No, you
don�t!�

Struggling, �Of course I do! Why else would I say it?�

�Because you�re trying to make me weak! You little whore.�

�Why are you calling me a whore?� she screamed, struggling even more, this was not Severus!

Letting the mask drop to the floor, the other hand descended on the arm
he had not clasped yet, his face contorted with rage.

�Because you are!�

�How on earth am I a whore?!�� Keep talking, she thought desperately, keep talking�keep him distracted.

�Because you�ve been sucking Malfoy off, haven�t you!?�

It came from out of the blue for Hermione, this revelation.

�What the hell do you mean, that I�ve been sucking off Malfoy?! Are you mad?!�

�I�ve seen you!� he hissed, his eyes blazing with fury.� Why
would she lie to me!? �Talking to him, him cornering you. You sick little
bitch.�

�Severus! You�ve got it all wrong! Severus!� �Her eyes were wide, the anger and surprise to
be replaced again with the fear he had grown to loathe. No one gave a shit
about him, instead they just�feared.

�Severus!�

His vision clouded and he pushed her, causing her to stumble and fall,
carrying his weight down upon her.� The
mask that had been thrown carelessly to the floor moved into the smut and grime
of the fireplace, just out of reach of the fires dancing flames.

�Severus! Stop it!�

His eyes seemed dead as he looked at her with disgust and hissed, �I
hate you!�

Her struggling only seemed to fuel him, her flight response in full
working order. This wasn�t her Severus!

Hands, rough and fumbling, ripped at her clothes.� She pleaded with him to stop, but the only
verbal response he granted her with was, �I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.�

�Severus!�

A hard slap to her face and she bit her tongue.� She shut up then, her eyes filling with tears.� She continued to struggle, to try to get away
from this man who was roughly taking over.

Her school uniform skirt was pushed up around her waist, and she felt
him struggle to release his penis.

Closing her eyes tightly, she willed to be anywhere but there.

Instead, she felt the crotch of her panties pushed aside, and then him
roughly entering her.

Gods, she didn�t want this�she wasn�t even lubricated.

It hurt.

Realizing one of her hands was free, she beat against him. ��Stop, Severus! STOP!�

His thrusts were fierce and possessive, and he seemed to be immune to
Hermione�s shrieks, which quickly became sobs as the tears freely ran down her
face.

�I hate you,� he kept hissing with each powerful thrust, driving
Hermione hard into the floor.

Severus� thrusts became ragged.�
When he was close, he withdrew and rubbed himself, spraying his cum all
over Hermione.

Panting, his mind seemed to come back and his eyes grew wide with horror
as he realized what he had done.� He
stood up quickly, sprinting to the bathroom, leaving his Death Eater robes on
the ground.

Shocked and numb, Hermione curled herself up into the fetal position,
tears silently tracking their way down her face as she listened to him shower.

The words I hate you ringing
in her mind.

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The shower spray hit his body like a blast of retribution as he numbly stood
there, tears building in his eyes.

His worst fears had come true; he was just like him.� Gods what have I done?� My
fucking little Mudblood wife, what the hell have I done?!

Raped her.

The guilt turned and gnawed at him even more furiously and Severus felt
as though a baby dragon were growing inside of him.

First he�for lack of a better word��cheats� on her, and then he goes
ahead and rapes her.� Bloody fucking
marvelous.

Gods�gods, I just left her
with no healing potion!� Stumbling,
panicking, water running down his nude body, he went back into the study,
leaving wet footprints on the carpet, and found her curled up, her eyes blank,
her cat guarding her.

Getting close to Hermione proved difficult with a half-kneazle flying at
your bare legs, sinking its claws into you.

Grimacing in pain, Severus finally managed to fling the cat off into the
room.� He soon found that the cat had
amazing agility, as it then flew towards his face.� Frantically grabbing his wand, he stunned the
beast, his chest heaving, as he looked back down to Hermione.

She hadn�t noticed a thing. Instead she just laid there, her eyes still
blank.

Gods, have I killed her?

No. Her chest was still moving, she was breathing.

Kneeling down beside her, he observed her as he waved his hand in front
of her face.

No, she was in shock.

Waving his wand, he divestoed her and picked her up, carrying her to the
bathroom.

He needed to clean the cum from off her face.

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Warm hot soapy bubbles caressed her body.� She could feel strong calloused hands washing
her almost reverently.

His hands.� Jolting back to consciousness, she pushed
against him, tears filling her eyes.

Surprised that he had let her go so easily, she splashed away from him.� She was taken aback to find the bathtub
overflowing with her favorite bubbles, the candles glimmering in their
holders.� When she reached the end
opposite, she turned around and stared at him accusingly.

�You cannot wash away what you
have done.�

He was reposing on the side of the tub, the soft cloth of which he was
washing her with still in his hand.

Instead of the cold sneer she was expecting, he looked up at her, his
eyes dark�far too dark�and pained.

Slowly, he brought the wash cloth down.�
After a small silence came the reply.

�I know.� �It was spoken softly,
but at that moment, it seemed to ring out in the bathroom like a wildly
clanging bell.

�Then why, Severus?� The tears were running down her cheeks as the full
enormity of what had taken place once again returned to her. Her body may have
stopped hurting, but that didn�t mean that her soul wasn�t injured. �WHY? WHY
THE HELL DID YOU DO THIS TO ME? ....To us?�

He looked away, trying to master the emotion that seemed to be
threatening to spill upon his face.� When
finally he thought he had it mastered, he turned to look at her�unable to
speak, to explain, excuse away.

He had thought he had mastered the emotions, but instead, when he looked
at her, Hermione�s heart wrenched to see him looking so lost�like a child not
sure about what to do.

In fact, she felt a strange urge to reach out and comfort him.

Noticing the softening expression on her face, Severus inwardly breathed
a sigh of relief.� She was strong, she
would get through this.

And then leave me.

Silently, he watched as she, hesitated, and then slowly float back towards him, her brown eyes intense.� Finally, when she was within reach, she
stopped and ran her hands across his face, trailing down his left arm where she
stared at the Dark Mark.

Shit! �He had forgotten to glamour it. Panicking, he
moved to cover it, but she looked up at him, her eyes stern.

�Don�t hide yourself from me, Severus. �

Stilling, he let her run her hands over him.� When she looked up at him, her expression was
troubled.

�Why?�

And under her soft gaze, he felt as if something had released as the
words came tumbling out of his mouth.

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AN: I was actually
super nervous about writing this chapter, and how it would be received.

I guess it is a bit late to be writing this, but I am writing this
story, assuming that you have all read Harry Potter books 1-6, and know them
well enough to understand everything without my having to explain it all. And
that includes obscure little details, such as Snape blasting the bushes in book
4. =) And as always, thanks to my beta reader Caryn and all her hard work in
helping improve this story!

I really tried hard to make Hermione�s reactions as realistic as
possible� sorry if she seems too OOC.

@� Anna_Karenina � Sorry for the
lack of warning! Thanks for reminding me.. you might notice that the warnings for this story has been
upped!
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