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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Thank you Fantomette34 for all your great reviews, and FgHatton too.

This is the darkest chapter so far, there is rape involved, although it is not violent. Sorry for the length. I couldn't find anywhere to break it into two chapters. Please let me know what you think. Despite the content this is my favourite chapter so far, even though it was rather hard to write.

"I said, show me your arm girl."

Snape dropped her suddenly, and she only just managed to find her footing. Hermione tried not to wince as her bare feet touched the cold ground. She didn't want to show him her arm, the pain was still so strong she just wanted to keel over and just hold it and cry. She also was not eager to see the look in his eyes as he saw the word he had also branded her with verbally on several occasions.

Hermione was given no choice, he turned her wrist over sharply and she had to bite her lip to stop from crying out His touch on each cut sent fire through her whole body, although he seemed not to notice her trembling. Now that Snape's robes were no longer wrapped around her the cold was starting to chafe her limbs.

Hermione was very aware of her nudity, especially after the way he had unashamedly appraised her body. She had felt more exposed, lying there in his arms as his eyes had slowly taken her in, lingering on her breasts, than when he had fucked her up against the wall. That had been a horrific but cold experience, whereas this had felt much more personal. There was a heat in his eyes as he had gazed at her that she had not seen before.

Snape pulled out his wand, and for a moment she thought he was going to hex her. Instead he waved it over her arm and to her surprise the pain receded. She was about to thank him for his kindness when he spoke.

"I do not wish to have my rooms covered with your blood. If it bleeds again you will inform me." His words were meant to be harsh, but they didn't have their normal bite. She smiled at him faintly and nodded as he looked up at her.

Snape glanced back down at her arm, frowning and her eyes followed his down, realising that despite the spell the wounds were still there. He ran his wand over her again, although this time she didn't flinch. "The cuts are full of dark magic, probably from the knife. There is little more I can do for them. They will never fully heal."

The memory of lying on the floor, Bellatrix hovering over her, cackling softly to herself as she pressed the blade to Hermione's arm, assaulted her, and to her shame her eyes filled with tears. She hated showing weakness, especially in front of this particular man who had belittled her and ignored her for so many years.

Taking a shaky breath she lifted her hand to wipe away her tears, hoping he hadn't seen. She was proud of how steady she kept her voice as she thanked him. He didn't seem to hear her as his eyes were once again roaming over her bare skin. She shivered, less from the cold than in disgust at the memory of eager hands on her, Malfoy's or Snape's she didn't know.

Bashfully she covered herself with her arms, wishing he would wrap his teaching robes around her again. She would prefer the intimacy of sharing his clothes to the feel of his normally cold eyes gleaming darkly as he looked at her.

Maybe Snape had read her mind, as the moment she had thought it, he lifted his arms to pull her closer and draped the long material around her. She looked into his eyes, which were burning with an intense emotion that she didn't recognise, a second before they apparated.

As the world lurched and steadied around her, Hermione pulled away from Snape's dark gaze and saw that they had materialised in his bedroom. She shook with sudden apprehension as she caught sight of the heavily draped bed over Snape's shoulder, but she didn't want to leave the arms that encircled her waist and the heavy cloth that covered her.

Snape hadn't moved since they had apparated either. Hermione kept her eyes fixed on her hands that were clutching the front of his robe, for she knew that he was looking down at her. She was too afraid to glance up at him, for she was sure that she could now guess what he was thinking. She prayed she was wrong.

Casually, Snape reached around to the nape of her neck with his left hand and grabbed her messy braid, carefully pulling it back so she was forced to raise her head. She tried to avoid his eyes, so he tugged on her braid harder until she looked up. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes which made him look like a hawk eyeing his prey. One corner of his mouth was pulled upward slightly, his top lip lifted into a slight sneer. His face was cruel, his eyelids dark and heavy, contrasting greatly will the pallor of his skin.

There was an air of menace that surrounded Snape, something that once upon a time she had found strangely attractive, but now it terrified her. He seemed to hypnotise her, and she felt completely helpless in his arms, unable to even struggle against him, or pull her gaze away from his inky eyes.

Eventually Snape leaned down and roughly pressed his lips to hers, bruising her mouth. It broke the spell he had put her under, and she began to struggle against him. Snape responded by tightening his arms around her, pinning her against him, as he kissed her harder. Hermione fought against him, using what leverage she had to push the lower half of him away from her.

Snape grabbed both her arms and held them behind her, pulling her shoulders back and lifting her breasts up. He pulled away from her mouth and ran his gaze across them, his tongue coming out to wet his dark lips slightly. She turned her face away and shut her eyes, tears falling quietly down her cheeks. He had saved her from Malfoy and Lestrange, healed her arm and been kind. He had made her feel safe for a few moments. She felt such a fool.

Snape mumbled a spell, and Hermione found herself unable to more anything more than her head. Snape then stepped back, pulling off his teaching robes and draped them around her. She gaped at him, taken completely by surprise. Maybe he wasn't going to touch her. Why would he truss you up like a chicken then? She watched him carefully, unsure of what he would do, and when he began to undo the buttons on his smock coat her heart sank.

His long, slender fingers worked slowly, each button that was undone showing a little more of his crisp white shirt. Hermione watched, transfixed, as her heart began to pound in her chest. He turned away from her to undo the buttons at his wrists, then pulled the coat from his body and laid it carefully over the arm of a chair.

"I won't do it, you know."

"Do… what?"

"I won't turn against my friends and support him, whatever you do to me."

"What are you talking about?" he replied in a bored tone.

"You told him you could convert me so I would support him. I'll never do it. I'd rather die first." The tears running down her cheeks were now those of anger and hate.

"That may still happen," he intoned. "I see somebody has been listening in to conversations that are not… meant… for them. Nothing a little Obliviate won't take care of, of course."

"No…" she whispered, wishing she hadn't said anything.

Snape then sat down, opening the buttons of his fitted trousers at the ankles, and pulling his boots and socks off. Barefoot, he stood and stalked back to her, placing his hands gently on her shoulders and stroking firmly with his thumbs. She winced as the movement strained her bound arms.

He saw, and reached down to loosen her arms slightly. "Is that better?" he asked softly, touching her cheek with his other hand, and wiping away the track of her tears.

She dipped her head slightly and whispered, "Yes."

He grabbed her face with both hands, his fingers digging in hard. One thumb rubbed her bottom lip, tugging it down and dipping into the moisture of her mouth. She fought the whimper that welled up in her throat, and glared back at him.

"Are you frightened?"

"No," she said proudly, although she was desperately afraid.

He smirked at her, knowing that she was lying. His hands began to move gradually down, pressing into her flesh firmly. He ran his fingers along her collarbone, and grabbed her by the shoulders again, pulling her into him as he bent down and kissed her again. She kept her lips still as his moved on hers, taking what he wanted without remorse.

Snape's hands moved lower still, running down the sides of her breasts. His right hand moved to cup her breast, while his left snaked round her waist, pulling her snug against him. She could feel his hardness pressed between them. Hermione tried to pull back in revulsion, but the magical ropes held fast. Snape either didn't notice her struggle, or he didn't care.

Snape bent his head down, his lips trailing down her neck to her breasts, where he pulled her sensitive nipple into his mouth. Hermione was caught between two sensations. On one hand she wanted nothing more than to push him away, but the feeling of his mouth on her sent unwelcome ripples of pleasure through her, despite the roughness with which he was touching her. She felt sickened at the thought that he could make her body feel so good as he took what he wanted from her by force. Maybe you want it too.

"No…" the word slipped out faintly. "Please don't"

"Be quiet, girl, or I will silence you," Snape muttered sharply from below. His hands roamed lower, over her stomach, her back and bottom, stroking and squeezing. He continued to lavish attention on her breasts with his mouth, alternating between sucking gently and nipping at her skin until they were red and tender. He eventually moved his head back to view his work, smirking in pleasure at the sight.

Turning his attention back to her, he asked, "I'm going to lift the bindings. Will you keep still?" He looked at her questioningly, but she didn't answer. Apparently taking her silence for agreement, he put his arms around her once more and whispered the counter-charm.

The moment Hermione felt the invisible ropes disappear she began to struggle, trying to push his arms away and making a run for the door. Snape had anticipated this however, and quickly grabbed her arms once more, moving his body to block her flight. She wriggled in his grasp, but he was far too strong and the only thing she achieved were two twisted and sore wrists.

"You bastard," she cried. "You're no better than Malfoy! I hate you! Let me go!"

He chuckled, the low sound strangely sensuous. "You really have no idea, if you think he would be preferable to me. You have no clue how lucky you are to have been given to me and not him. I cannot even begin to describe the depths of depravity to which he would take you if given the chance. You are far better off here with me, my pet."

"I am not your pet!" she spat.

"Oh, but you are. You are mine to do with as I wish. If you prefer, I can take you up against the wall again, but I'm not sure you really enjoyed that last time. If you don't fight me, I can at least try to make it a bit more pleasant for you. Or maybe you'd like me to Imperio you? I could order you to your knees so you can suck my cock before you climb on top and ride me. I can ever order you to enjoy it. Would you like that?"

At his words she had started shaking her head, trying to pull back from him. "No," she cried. "Please don't make me!" She was horrified at the thought of being forced into it, the idea of her enjoying her own rape was revolting.

Snape let go of her suddenly. She went stumbling backwards as the restraining arms she was pushing against disappeared. She threw a hand out to catch the nearest bedpost. She steadied herself and turned back to face him. He had his wand out, pointing it straight at her. "Which shall it be, my pet? Shall I force you again, or Imperio you?"

Hermione stared back at him wordlessly.

"Very well," he lifted his wand to curse her."

"Neither," she said quickly, before he could do so.

He smiled at her, and lowered his wand again. "You will do what you are told?"

Hermione weighed the options one last time, and decided that since it did not look like she would be able to stop it happening, she may as well choose the option that afforded her the most dignity. She hated showing her fear, particularly to the man who had scorned and belittled her for so long. Have courage, he may do what he likes with my body, but he can never change who I am. I will never betray my friends, she whispered in her head.

"Yes," she nodded carefully.

"Good girl. There are two potions on the table. Drink them now."

She walked to the table and picked up the first potion. It was the same as the one he had forced her to drink every evening. Hermione didn't hesitate in downing it. As usual, nothing seemed to happen. Putting down the empty bottle she uncorked the other and lifted it to take a sniff. She couldn't recognise it by smell or colour, but again, she figured there was no point in refusing, so she swallowed it down. Wrinkling her nose slightly at the bitter taste she set the bottle down and turned back to Snape.

"Now get onto the bed," he commanded.

She swallowed heavily and hesitated. He lifted one eyebrow at her, and lifted his wand slightly. Head held high, she turned and walked around to the side of the bed. She climbed in and pulled the covers over her, feeling suddenly cold and very exposed.

He watched her get in, then strode around to the opposite side of the bed, unbuttoning the top of his trousers. He pulled the covers back with a flick, and sat down on the sheets, tugging his trousers off his hips and pulling them down his legs. They were long and pasty, lean muscles covered lightly with dark hair. Snape then undid the high neck of his shirt, leaving most of the buttons further down done up and his long shirt on.

He lifted his legs, swinging them round and slipping beneath the covers. Hermione lay deathly still, breathing shallowly with anticipation. Snape rolled straight over to face her, leaving his side of the covers pooled around his legs, and pulled the rest off her. Hermione flinched as the cool air and his gaze touched her. He leant over her, running his hand lightly from her shoulder down to her hip, where it rested. Hermione tensed as he touched her, and closed her eyes.

"Relax, pet. It will be easier if you do."

How she hated that name, she resented the way it reminded her of his complete control over her. Irritated, she tried her best to relax her muscles and tried to find something to take her mind off her current situation. Listing ingredients for different potions would only bring her mind back to him, so she tried to imagine that it was someone else touching her, another's hand squeezing her breasts, running his hand over her stomach and thighs. It didn't seem to work. Her thoughts were constantly pulled back to the dark man above her.

"Look at me," he said. She ignored him, so he took her nipple in his mouth and bit. Hermione cried out in pain, arching her back and pawing at him. He took hold of her wrists again, pinning them down. "I will not ask twice again," he said sternly.

Her eyes were open now, and he locked his gaze with hers and bent back down to softly kiss her bruised nipple. Seeing her still watching, he began to nibble and lick softly, twirling the hard bud gently with his tongue. To her shame her breasts began to tingle with pleasure, and an aching throb started to move from her stomach slowly downwards. She tried not to let it show in her eyes, but she was obviously unsuccessful, as he smirked at her and chuckled wickedly as he continued.

Snape lifted one leg over hers and she felt his hard cock against her. He rubbed the tip gently against her smooth skin as his hand moved down her stomach and between her legs. His eyes were still on hers, and she dared not look away, even as he carefully pushed a finger inside her. She gasped and lifted her hips a little.

"Are you enjoying yourself my pet?"

She shook her head and breathed, "No."

"Open your legs," he directed. She obeyed with only the barest hesitation this time. He finally drew his gaze from hers and she sighed with relief as his burning eyes swept down her body.

"You are quite lovely, pet. I am glad Lucius never got his hands on you."

His finger began to move inside her, his thumb finding her clitoris and rubbing it gently in circles. She didn't know how something could feel so good and yet so wrong at the same time. Part of her wanted to run screaming from the room, while another part was enjoying the pleasure that was building, the heat pooling between her legs.

Snape looked back up at her, his eyes full of dark desire, and she knew her eyes would reflect the unwelcome need that was coursing through her now. She'd never been touched in such a way, having never felt the need to go so far with Viktor, and there had never been anyone who had been interested in her that way since. She had to put all her willpower into not bucking her hips into his fingers.

Then Snape shifted, pulling his fingers away from her, and settled himself between her legs, his weight pushing her into the mattress. The buttons of his shirt pressed uncomfortably into her stomach and she wondered why he hadn't removed it earlier.

Snape brought one arm up and rested his forearm next to her shoulder, using it to lift his body slightly so he could reach down with the other to grasp himself. Hermione took a deep breath, trying to relax so that it would hurt as little as possible. With one quick thrust he was in, breath hissing out from between his teeth. His hand came up to fist in the messy hair around her head and then his eyes were on hers again as he began to move. Hermione lay still beneath him.

She soon got used to the feel of him inside her, and soon he began to thrust harder and faster. Her experience may have been limited, but she was sure that this was nothing like the steamy sex that she had read in her secret stash of racy novels. He was cold and silent above her, the friction of his shirt against her breast was slightly painful, and he made no move to kiss her again. She could feel his excitement building, his breathing faster and heavier. He groaned quietly, the sound rumbling deep in his throat. It was a rich sensual sound, and against her will Hermione found herself wishing for him to make it again.

Snape reached down to lift her knee, and the change in position allowed him to push into her deeper. He was now brushing up against her clitoris with every thrust, and she felt a tightness between her legs that began to throb as he continued to push into her. He saw he eyes begin to glaze over with pleasure, but he didn't wait for her. With a few more jerks he came inside her, and she was left hanging as he pulled quickly out and slumped back onto the pillows.

Hermione didn't dare move, not even to rub her legs together in order to relieve some of the tension that pulsed inside her. Snape lay back, breathing hard beside her. She turned her head away from him and let the tears that had been threatening for a while come. She didn't think she'd even cried so much in her life as she had in the last few days.

Eventually Snape's breathing began to slow, and he reached over the side of the bed to pull his wand from the trousers that were heaped there. With a quick flick he extinguished the candles, and then he reached down to pull the covers up over the both of them. Laying his wand on the bedside table next to him he rolled back over to face Hermione, who was still lying where he had left her.

He threw an arm and leg over her and held her to him possessively. Hermione listened as his breathing became deeper and slower, while she lay there, unable to move, hopeless and unsatisfied.

After what felt like the longest time, Snape eventually felt Hermione's body relax into sleep. He waited until he was sure she was sleeping deeply enough that he would not wake her, and then he gently lifted his limbs off her and rolled away. She moved, turning slightly and snuggling into her pillow. He tensed, thinking she had awoken, but her breathing steadied again and she lay quietly.

Snape slowly stood up, picking up his trousers and silently entered his bathroom where he took a quick shower and dressed again. He stayed carefully away from his mirror, knowing he would not be able to stomach looking at himself in it.

He left this bathroom and tiptoed through the bedroom. Hermione hadn't moved. Exiting the bedroom he made his way to the headmaster's study, going straight to the cupboards and pulling out several items which he placed on the desk.

A voice behind him interrupted the silence. "How is she, Severus?"

"As well as can be expected. It was a difficult evening. The Dark Lord was somewhat impressed with her, and now wishes for me to find a way to convince her to support him."

There was a quiet chuckle. "She is lucky, to have you looking out for her."

"I doubt that she would agree with you right now," he snarled back, trying his best not to lose his temper. He looked over his preparations once more, touching one bottle gingerly, and realising his hand was shaking slightly.

"It's time," he said, and left the study.

Bending over her sleeping form he gently put a hand on her and shook her awake. The moment she became aware of where she was she gasped and tried to scrabble away from him, her eyes filled with fear.

"I am not going to touch you Miss Granger. Please put this on and follow me. There are things you must see." He saw her eyes widen in surprise at the use of her name. He handed her one of his robes and turned so she could climb out of bed and put it on. Thankfully she chose not to question him and was soon standing beside him, wrapped up tight in black cloth.

A short while later Snape was sat at his desk as the girl disappeared into the pensieve in front of him. She had done everything he asked and agreed to look without question, although he had spotted the quick glance she had given to the painting of Dumbledore, who as usual was pretending to be asleep.

Pulling some papers in front of him he tried to concentrate on reading them, but his mood was sour, and his mind soon wandered.

An hour later, he was brooding, head in his hands, papers forgotten in front of him. He was wallowing deep in self-pity and hatred, and therefore never noticed her re-materialise in front of him.

A hand laid gently on his shoulder broke his reverie, and he looked up cautiously, but the anger and hate he had expected to see in her eyes was not there, only sorrow and concern.

"Professor…" she whispered.

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(Some time later…)

"Obliviate!"
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