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Chapter 13
It didn't take long for Snape's last words to sink into Hermione's brain. She struggled to process them in disbelief as her fear rose and her body revolted. She felt she might vomit. Snape had said he knew what she had done and that he wanted to recreate the events? Not only was Snape aware of what Malfoy was doing to her, he expected her to... to...
She simply couldn't believe it. He was a teacher - her teacher - a Hogwarts teacher. Hermione was confused, her brain locking itself into endless circles. She looked about for options. Snape had locked the door and soundproofed the room. He obviously expected her to comply with his demands. Did she even have a choice? There wasn't anywhere to run. Would this man threaten her family as Malfoy did? Would he rape her if she refused him?
Everything was going mad, she thought numbly, feeling Snape's dark eyes on her. There was malice in those eyes, she was certain. She'd always been a bit afraid of him, but now she was terrified, her blood like ice in her veins. She looked at the expression on his face. It looked soulless.
She stalled for time, unable to make her mind do more than process her fear. "Sir, I don't know what you mean."
Snape approached her slowly. With each footfall that rang through the quiet air, she became more desperate to flee, knowing in her heart that there was no place to run. As the dark man advanced on her, his expression grew more terrifying. Pure malice, she thought, her eyes wide as she uneasily slid down in her chair.
Soon Snape stood over her cowering figure. The potion master's voice was a low growl, "You know perfectly well what I mean, Miss Granger."
Snape's intimidating presence towered over her, filling her vision completely. He was too close to her. She couldn't take it. Jumping from her chair, she darted a few steps away. Although she was still frightened, she could at least breathe a bit easier. Snape moved to follow.
Her fear changed rapidly to anger and indignation. It came welling up in great waves over which she had no control. The actions of her teacher had unleashed in her a fury born of the humiliation, despair, and pain she had suffered. She was enraged - at herself... at Malfoy... at life... and now, most of all, at Severus Snape, a professor who had taught her since she was eleven years old. Five years of lessons and he could do this to her? She knew he'd never liked her - he'd contemptuously called her a know-it-all and he'd always taken the part of the Slytherins over the Gryffindors. Despite this, she couldn't believe he could do this.
Hogwarts, this place of safety and learning had become a torture chamber to her. How dare this man casually announce his vile demands and just expect her to comply? She'd had enough. Her rage came upon her with such ferocity that she couldn't contain it.
"Stay away from me, you pervy bastard!" She yelled, pulling her wand from her pocket, hand shaking with equal parts rage and fear. Snape looked at her in surprise and lifted his own wand in response.
"You'll have to rape me, because there's no way I'm going to have sex with you."
Snape stopped. "What are you talking about?" he demanded impatiently.
So he didn't think she'd refuse him? The nerve! What a miserable old sod, she thought. She continued to stand there, wand pointed at her teacher warily. Her words came out in a rush, panic setting in. "Stay away from me, I told you. I'll hex you. I'm not letting you do that to me. Malfoy was bad enough. You're a teacher, for pity's sake, Slytherin or not. How can you do this? You're depraved, that's what you are!"
Snape frowned, stepping forward a few steps. She jerked the wand threateningly at him, her shaking hands making it difficult to train it on his black robed figure.
"I'm warning you. I'll fight you!" Hermione's whole body was shaking hard now. Panic was rising inside her.
Snape looked angry. "Miss Granger, put that wand down. I have no intention of harming you." He stepped forward again but stopped as she pointed the wand at him. He made a show of putting his own wand into his pocket and holding his empty hands out.
Hermione was breathing heavily but she couldn't seem to get enough air. The harder she breathed, the worse it got. Something was constricting her chest. Was Snape hexing her somehow? He didn't have his wand out, so how could he? She clutched her chest and sank weakly to her knees, still trying to hold her wand up.
Snape strode over quickly and pushed her wand hand down easily. She wasn't able to curse him - she couldn't speak at all, fighting for air as she was. He crouched beside her, his voice calm. "Slow your breathing Miss Granger. I believe you're hyperventilating."
She was unable to comply, her fear, rage, and Snape's frighteningly close physical presence working against her. The edges of the room were growing fuzzy.
Snape removed his wand from his pocket and conjured a paper sack. He held it up to her face. She blanched at his touch and tried to push him away but he moved to kneel behind her, his arms around her, holding the bag securely to her face with one hand, his other arm across her front holding both her arms down, leaning her body back against his chest.
Still fighting for air, Hermione wasn't able to resist him. She struggled feebly, trapped by his arms. After a while, she started to feel less light headed. Her breathing slowed and her strength started returning. She was vulnerable in this man's arms, and she didn't like it. She could feel his wiry strength through his robes and knew it was unlikely she could fight him off physically. She didn't believe him when he said he wouldn't hurt her. Why should she after he'd been so clear of his intentions?
It was now or never, she thought, forcing her body to relax into Snape's, so he was supporting her completely. She felt his grip relax slightly and, summoning her strength, she gave a great shove, knocking Snape on his backside. She plunged forward away from him, scuttling across the room. At the door, she tried desperately to unlock it. Alohamora didn't work. Snape must have a locking charm only releasable by himself. She stood at the door, the feeling of panic again rising hotly inside.
Snape had picked himself up off the floor and was walking toward her. "Miss Granger? Miss Granger, please." She wasn't listening. She waved her wand at the door trying every spell she could think of that might release her from this prison. Nothing was working. She felt her desperation slide into the realization that there may be no way out of this situation.
"Miss Granger!" Snape roared out loudly.
It shocked her. She turned around hesitantly.
Snape was standing but he made no move to approach her. "Go and sit down!" He ordered, his dark eyes flashing.
After a moment's hesitation, Hermione did as she was told. Snape walked to the front of the room and sat down at his desk. Recalling Malfoy sitting there last night giving her orders turned her stomach. She sat numbly, waiting and wondering what Snape would do - what he would demand of her.
Snape looked at her. His expression was unreadable, his face a blank mask. "Miss Granger, are you telling me that last night you and Mr. Malfoy were engaging in... sexual activities... in my classroom?"
Hermione said nothing.
"And are you stating that this activity was not consensual on your part?" Snape continued, eyeing her.
Hermione was confused. Only moments ago, Snape said he knew what she and Malfoy had done and implied that he wanted to do the same. Why was he now asking her these questions? Did he want to hear about it from her? Was he the kind of man who was turned on by sadistic tales?
He must have seen the confusion and distrust in her face. "Miss Granger, I assure you that I have no intentions of harming you in any way. I will neither touch you, nor will I force you to do anything."
"But you said... you said you knew that Malfoy and I... you knew! You said you wanted to - " She struggled to remember his exact words. "To recreate the events." Hermione was incredulous. She didn't understand what was happening here.
"I was bluffing." her teacher said bluntly. Continuing as she gaped at him in confusion "I did know that you and Mr. Malfoy were here in my classroom last night. I have wards on this room that keep track of who enters during the night. They cannot, however, tell me what activities were undertaken." He paused, his severe face softening slightly.
"It's a technique I've had success with in the past. I suspect a pupil has done something - broken some rule. I tell him that I know what he did and he admits his guilt, thus giving me the information I seek. Most people fall for it. I didn't know what you and Mr. Malfoy were doing in my classroom. I assumed you were mixing up illicit potions, although I could not imagine why both of you were together."
Hermione stammered, "But... but... Malfoy said... He told me... He said you gave him use of this classroom. I thought you knew - that you were looking the other way because it was Malfoy. He said you'd been working with his father. And I heard you admit it on the astronomy tower."
"Ah, I see." Snape said, frowning. "And you thus believe I am a Death Eater in league with Lucius Malfoy and the Dark Lord." He nodded. "I'm not surprised. It is correct, in a sense. I perform certain services -" Hermione blanched visibly at his use of this word, "- for Dumbledore that require me to play a role. I play it rather well, so I am not surprised if you overheard me that you believed it." His eyes grew dark and malevolent. Hermione shrank back in her chair. "What I'm saying must remain in this room - between the two of us."
She nodded mutely.
"Unfortunately, my duties to Dumbledore and the Order require that I maintain this pretence."
Hermione took this in, believing and disbelieving. She didn't know what to do. If Snape was telling the truth then he hadn't known what Malfoy was doing. He hadn't really wanted to have sex with her. She felt great relief at this. She hadn't wanted to believe her teacher would do that. Snape seemed sincerely surprised with her revelations about Malfoy and he hadn't made any threatening moves toward her, still sitting calmly in his chair.
Her fear of this man was dissipating. She was relieved to believe that Snape hadn't known anything, but with that thought a new fear arose in her. If Snape wasn't in league with Malfoy, then her family was in danger now that he knew. She wondered what to do. She couldn't undo what she had done. The proverbial cat had been released from his bag.
She tried to stay calm, wondering what was going to happen next.
"Well, Miss Granger?" Snape asked.
"Huh?" An inelegant response, she thought numbly.
"Are you having sexual relations with Mr. Malfoy?"
"Yes," she admitted.
"And these relations are of a non-consensual nature?"
Hermione didn't know how to answer. She had agreed to perform services for Malfoy, but he'd threatened her. Did that count as consent? "Er..."
"Speak up, Miss Granger. Did the boy rape you?"
She sighed. She should be blushing now, she thought, but at this point she felt completely beyond humiliation. "No. I agreed to it. But," she closed her eyes, still afraid of the words, "he threatened my family if I didn't." She tried not to let the tears come, but it was impossible. She told her story quietly, tears running down her face. Snape listened from his desk, interjecting questions occasionally but otherwise silent.
When she finished, Snape sat for several minutes, saying nothing. The relief she felt at finally being able to tell her story was giving way to nervousness again. She couldn't tell what her professor was thinking. He finally got up from his desk and approached her slowly, giving her a chance to object if she wanted to. She nervously allowed it, no longer so afraid of him. He sat down at the table, looking closely at her, his normally severe expression softening. "I'm very sorry, Miss Granger - Hermione. I should have known. I should have done something."
She was surprised. Snape continued, "I was aware you have been doing poorly in classes. I knew you were acting oddly. I didn't trouble myself to try to find out why." He shook his head. "Malfoy's in my house. I knew he was up to something, going out at all hours. I looked the other way because it was convenient. So he can continue to report to his father that I'm the obedient toady that I appear to be."
She looked at Snape, incredulous at his words.
"In my negligence, I allowed this to happen. I have allowed one of my pupils to blackmail another. I have allowed him to rape and torture." He must have noticed Hermione's surprised expression. "Indeed, I do consider it rape. Your consent was given under conditions of extreme duress and cannot be considered to be valid."
"Sir," Hermione said, "it's not your fault -"
"Not my fault, perhaps, but certainly my responsibility." Snape muttered harshly, looking down at his hands. After a few moments he looked up at Hermione. "The question is, what is to be done now? Of course we can't allow this to continue."
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