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The Day I Did Snape-Complete!	By : Koolgirl18 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Ginny Views: 47180 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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When Lucius popped into his home library, he was surprised to see Draco sitting on the couch waiting for him.

When he saw Ginny his hard expression quickly slipped into one of concern. He looked at his father, trying not to show his weakness.

“How is she?” Draco asked blinking back his forbidden tears.

“Injured badly but Severus will take care of that soon,” Lucius said quietly looking down into Ginny’s bruised face.

He shifted her in his arms. She let out a small whimper.

“We should take her to one of the guest bedrooms,” Draco said quietly looking away from her.

Lucius walked out of the room in silent agreement. He took her to the same room they made love in and laid her on the bed gently.

Ginny was black and blue with bruises and dried blood everywhere. The only unblemished place on her body was her belly, which Voldemort protected fairly well.

Snape walked into the room with a bag full of potions a few minutes. He worked efficiently—healing each tear and bruise with a tenderness he had never felt the urge to do before.

It took him an hour, but he healed Ginny completely. She still seemed a little shell shocked but all of the men in the room knew the reality would come crashing down on her sooner rather than later.

Snape gave Ginny a sleeping draught and ran a long finger down her cheek before drawing away completely.

“Watch her closely when she wakes up. We don’t know what her mental state is yet and don’t want her to do anything dramatic,” he said to Lucius and Draco.

Draco nodded gravely and Lucius’ expression was carefully blank.

Snape knew Lucius was feeling the same thing he felt when he first raped Ginny. It wasn’t a pretty feeling nor was it easy to get over. Hell, Snape still didn’t know if he was over it himself.

The whole initiation shook him up more than he thought it would. He hadn’t been expecting to feel his heart twist painfully at each man tearing her open. His brother raping her was the hardest he had to endure out of all the men she had. Snape promised himself that he would kill Sebastian the first chance he got.

Snape was also surprised at how deep his emotions ran for the mother of his children. He remembered hearing her whimper through her bruised lips and knew right then that he loved her.

After that realization hit him, he was flooded with guilt over the number of ways he hurt her by pushing her away and insulting her. What hit him even harder was how much he really wanted to be with her but how impossible it would be when he already told her he didn’t want to be with her.

“I’ll be back to check on her tomorrow,” Snape said snapping out of his thoughts.

Lucius stared at him with the strange look again but nodded his head. Snape left the Manor in a swirl of black cloth. He had a Headmaster to report to and a brother to kill and it wouldn’t do for him to delay it any further.

Ginny woke up from her dreamless sleep when her arm started to throb gently. She tried to ignore and fall back to sleep but the throbbing was insistent. And it itched like the dickens!

Ginny groaned and scratched her forearm. She paused when she felt the unusual bumpy surface. She opened her eyes and stared down at the tattoo gracing her forearm. And then the nights events came crashing down on her.

She ran her fingers over her dark mark and stared into the elegant ceiling of the Malfoy Manor. She didn’t know how she came to be there. The last thing she recalled was Snape carrying her in his arms.

Even with the fuzziness of the memory she remembered feeling safe and warm in his arms—like nothing bad could happen to her. Of course, he had been the one to led her to her rape but he did do his best to prepare her for it before she went. It wasn’t his fault that Pansy was such a bitch and decided to ruin her life.

Ginny sighed. Snape didn’t want anything to do with her and she still defended him in her head like a love sick puppy.

Ginny pushed the thoughts of last night out of his head. In her world, it didn’t hurt anymore so she didn’t have to think about it anymore.

She sat up in bed and was surprised to see Draco sitting in a chair close to her bed. Ginny’s face fell into a soft expression on the sight. She slipped out of bed and walked over to him.

She brushed her fingers across his cheek and smiled when his eyes fluttered open.

‘The Malfoys are not allowed to be this beautiful. It’s a crime!’ thought Ginny when Draco gave her a sleepy yet heart stopping smile.

“How are you feeling?” he asked standing and towering over Ginny.

“I’m hungry,” Ginny exclaimed, keeping her eyes on other points in the room to avoid talking about the inevitable.

Draco gave her a small smile and snapped his fingers. A house elf appeared, looking nervous and twitchy. Draco ordered them some breakfast and led Ginny into the informal dining room the next room over.

Ginny did all of the talking, telling Draco stories about her adventures as the youngest Weasley. Draco listened to her, not surprised that she was ignoring what happened the night before. He had seen his share of battered girls and knew their reactions pretty well by then.

Draco knew it was only a matter of time before she broke down so he let her chat away to her heart’s content. When the food arrived, Ginny ate as if she were starving. Whenever a vision from the night before came up she pushed it out of her mind and talked even more.

When Ginny reached across the table to grab a piece of fruit she felt her mark give a slight throb. She quickly snatched her hand back and took a few shallow breaths.

Suddenly, the night came flooding back to her, each brutal rape cementing itself firmly into her mind.

Ginny didn’t notice the tears falling from her eyes until she felt Draco’s strong arms circle her body.

“It’s okay to cry Gin,” he said softly, causing the fragile shield that Ginny erected over her emotions to break.

Ginny let out a cross between a sob and a scream and held onto Draco as if he were her life line. A flood of memories from her rape hit her more powerful than any full blows ever would.

She was lost in a world of tears, each violation of her body from the night before escaping her lips in a heart wrenching sob. The strong arms holding her were the only thing keeping her from losing her mind.

Ginny didn’t know how long she cried or even where she cried—but she did end up falling asleep. When she woke up she was lying in bed with a strong pair of arms holding her tightly.

Ginny let out a shaky sigh. After crying, she felt one million times better. She would probably always be haunted by her initiation but everything she felt from that night came out through her tears.

Now, when she thought about the night before, all she felt was a throbbing sadness and pain. Those feelings were manageable and manageable feelings would help her heal.

Ginny opened her eyes and turned to face whoever was holding her. She was surprised to see Lucius staring into her eyes with a small smile. He looked somewhat haunted, the same look Snape wore after he raped her for the first time in his office.

“Hey,” she croaked touching his face.

Lucius remained silent and put his hand over hers on his face.

“You know I don’t hold what you did against you,” she said softly.

“How can you say that? I treated you like you were little more than a dog. I doubt you will ever be able to make love to me again,” he said quietly.

“I know you didn’t mean it Lucius and that’s all that matters. Besides, I could never tire of making love to you,” Ginny said with a seductive smile.

Lucius held Ginny tighter.

“I would make love to you right now but … it’s too soon. I have to come to terms with what I did before I can bring myself to take pleasure from touching you again,” Lucius said with a sad smile.

“I understand. I probably won’t be in the mood for quite a while with the way things are going right now. I can’t believe he wants me to come back to him so soon after my initiation. I thought for sure that he would give me some time to heal,” Ginny said with a pout.

“Severus is one of the best Potions Master in Europe. The Dark Lord knew he would be able to heal you fairly quickly,” Lucius said.

Ginny let out a long, depressed sigh.

“I suppose you’re right,” she said feeling her face fall again.

Ginny wondered where the Professor was. She didn’t think she would feel as depressed if he were holding her. Ginny shook the thought out of her head. She had to stop pining after him. He didn’t want her—he made that fairly clear numerous times.

But she did have Lucius—a handsome man who was always ready to smile and look after her wellbeing. He was a man who wasn’t afraid to hold her and tell her that he cared—not only that but she was already bound to him. If she were a smart woman, she would pine after him exclusively instead.

Sadly, she wasn’t a very smart woman. She still wanted Snape and it annoyed her to no end.

Lucius pulled Ginny into his body tighter. Ginny sighed and snuggled into his body weight. She was done thinking about Snape for that night. She would simply take in Lucius’ smell and heal for the night.

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Sirius was feeling ecstatic! The first week of the Christmas holidays had been heaven for him.

With just him, Hermione, Serena and Remus staying in the house, he felt no need to hide his true feelings for Hermione (Dumbledore deciding that it was best for Hermione not to go home to keep her parents safe).

Remus supported the relationship and Serena simply stared at them from afar with twinkling eyes that reminded him a little too much of Dumbledore for his liking. She was smart though, she never let the secret relationship slip from her lips.

Sirius woke up every morning with Hermione in his bed and never felt more content in his life. It was during that week when he finally realized he was in love with the bushy haired Gryffindor.

He was pleased to know that Hermione seemed to be very happy with their relationship. Although they had yet to exchange words of love, Sirius knew it was only a matter of time. His feelings ran too deep for him to keep it bottled up.

Sirius had been in such a good mood for the week that he recklessly sent an owl to the Weasley’s, inviting them to stay at this house for the last week of the holidays. He wanted everyone to be as happy as he was!

It wasn’t until later, when Hermione hit him with the pillow in anger that he realized his mistake.

Having the Weasley’s about meant that Molly Weasley would tag along which meant that Hermione would have to sleep in a separate room to keep everything secret for a little while longer.

Sirius was tired of hiding their relationship. After a long week of wonderful shagging each night and waking up with his one and only true love in the morning, he wanted to tell everyone who was anyone that he had the lovely Hermione Granger as his girlfriend and that one day he was going to make her his wife.

Since Hermione was of age, he decided that when the time was right, he was going to tell the Order members that he and Hermione was officially a couple. He didn’t know how Harry would take it but he was pretty sure that he would be forgiven within the next few months.

When he brought up the idea to Hermione she paled instantly.

“Are you crazy? Have your brains gone to mush? We can’t tell anyone!” she had exclaimed.

“Why not—we can trust everyone in the Order to accept it,” had said Sirius with a frown.

“Look, Molly Weasley will go straight to my parents and tell them about my relationship with you. I’m not ashamed of you, but I want to have a conversation about you with them first before she goes blabbing non truths to them,” Hermione has said gently, holding Sirius in her arms.

Sirius had grudgingly agreed to keep it quiet a little longer. After all, he was sure that the rest of the men in the Order would keep their hands to themselves.

Sirius realized he spoke too soon when he saw the youngest Weasley son giving his Hermione the eye. Ronald Weasley spent the next week drooling after Hermione like she was a plate of food.

Sirius found himself grinding his teeth and finding ways to keep the two separated. Even with his best efforts, he felt the red head spent way too much time with his Hermione during the day.

Sirius never considered himself a jealous man. Hell, he was a master at keeping women so satisfied that he never felt the need to worry about his women straying.

Of course, he was always the one to break up the relationship when he was tired of it.

But things were different with Hermione. She was ten times more intelligent than he was and beautiful as a sin. If she left him, she could have any man she wanted on their knees begging for a chance to win her heart. Sirius was afraid of losing her.

Then came New Years Eve where Sirius caught Ron leaning to Hermione for a midnight kiss. Sirius had whipped his wand out, intent on murdering the young man. The only thing that kept him from shouting a hex was Hermione pushing the red head away and telling him bluntly that she wasn’t interested.

Sirius had smiled broadly at the words. That same night, when Hermione had snuck into his room, he grabbed her and threw her on the bed.

Lifting up her nightgown and ripping off her panties, he plunged into her wet cunt with his rock hard erection.

Sirius heard Hermione let out a loud moan. Her hands flew to his back. Sirius let out a loud groan when her finger nails dug deep into his skin. He began to fuck her roughly, looking deep into her pretty brown eyes.

Her body hugged him lovingly and milked him for everything he had.

“What did you think you were doing, talking to that fucking red head today? Did you forget whose little slut you were today,” Sirius growled angling his hips to hit her G spot.

Hermione gasped and gripped his hips harder with her thighs.

“No Sirius—I’m your little slut and yours only,” Hermione managed to get out.

Sirius bit Hermione’s neck and felt her pussy tighten even more on his shaft.

“Who do you belong to?” Sirius asked into her skin, pulling her hair roughly.

He found, after countless sessions of love making that Hermione loved rough sex.

Yet, that night wasn’t about pleasing Hermione—it was about confirming that they both knew how deep the emotions in their relationship ran.

“You! I’m yours Sirius,” Hermione squealed.

“Damn right you’re mine,” he had growled pushing into her one last time before emptying his balls deep into her wet cunt.

Hermione screamed as she came with him, shaking as each tremor rolled through her body.

When they finished, they both climbed into bed without a word.

“I love you Sirius,” Hermione said softly, melting into his arms.

“I love you too Hermione,” Sirius said, letting a content smile grace his features for the first time in years.

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The night after Sirius staked his claim on Hermione, Serena wandered around Grimmauld Place, suffering from insomnia.

Earlier that day had been very quiet since everyone was suffering from hangovers. Serena had never felt so alone in her entire life. Even though her friends in Hollywood and around the world were fake they still beat staying in a place where no one knew her.

Serena sighed and walked toward the kitchen. With Hermione fucking her brains out with the rugged nonetheless sexy owner of the house and Ginny spending a miserable existence with the dark wizards, Serena practically had the room all to herself.

She spoke with Hermione for a spell but realized that she and the bushy haired girl didn’t have a lot in common. It wasn’t that Serena didn’t appreciate knowledge but she didn’t see the need to live it like Hermione did.

Scholastic learning was all fine and dandy but theories were theories until someone decided to apply them in real life. Serena was more into leisure reading and writing, mainly because it kept her connected to reality, not to what ‘could’ or ‘should’ or ‘might’ be happening.

She did hit it off with Remus Lupin though. The man was intelligent but not removed from reality. He could jump from serious topics to light ones at the drop of a hat. He was a very sweet and kind man but one who could be ruggedly sexy when he chose to.

He always seemed to have a smile on his face, no matter how bad or lonely things got in the grimy mansion.

Serena had been surprised to find herself confiding all of her secrets to him, telling him of her fears of being a horrible daughter to Dumbledore. Remus was the one to reassure her that Dumbledore was proud of her accomplishments, no matter what they may have been.

All the same, it didn’t stop Serena from feeling that she was a failure. She wanted to spend more time with her father but understood he could never be around because of the war.

He was a busy man. She read about him and found that he was a hero in his own generation defeating Gellert Grindelwald in an epic duel before becoming Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Serena let out another sigh. She wished she could be as amazing as he was. All she did was model in scraps of cloth that couldn’t even be considered clothing. No wonder her father didn’t bother to find time for her.

Serena made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. A warm glass of apple cider never failed to put her to sleep before.

As she walked through the entry way of the kitchen, she was surprised to see Remus sitting at the table already, staring down into his cup of tea with a haunted look in his eyes.

She paused in the door way, biting her lip in worry. It was strange to see Remus without a smile on his face but there he was, looking as if he kicked a puppy.

“Remus,” she said quietly.

His head snapped up and his eyes locked onto Serena’s position in the doorway.

Without waiting for him to answer, Serena walked into the kitchen and pulled up a chair next to him. She noticed that his tea was cold and flicked her wand to warm it up.

As she conjured up some hot apple cider, she couldn’t help but notice that he smelled of sweat, blood and sex. Serena was almost afraid to ask but her curiosity needed to be sated.

“What happened?” she asked softly.

Remus let out a sigh and sunk deeper into his chair. He looked as if he were at death’s door. She could have sworn he had more grey hair that night than he had when he disappeared a few days before.

“I can’t believe I did that to her,” he said hoarsely.

Serena frowned.

“Did what to who?” she asked.

Remus let out another sigh which turned into a groan at the end.

“Will you promise me that whatever I tell you tonight stays a secret just between you and me,” he asked after a long silence.

“Remus, I would never tell anyone anything you tell me in confidence. You know you can trust me,” Serena said gently.

Remus took a deep breath and took a sip of his tea.

“I guess I should start at the beginning then … Albus came to me before the winter break with worries of a werewolf revolt. He was afraid that if left unchecked, they would come onto Hogwarts grounds during the full moon and attack. He sent me on a mission to stop them from using Hogwarts as an attacking ground,”

Serena was confused at that point.

“Why would fath—Dumbledore decide to send you to stop werewolves?” she asked.

She still wasn’t sure what to call her father so she erred on being formal.

Remus looked into Serena’s eyes sadly and placed one of his hands over hers.

“I haven’t been completely honest with you about me,” he began, squeezing her hand as if it were a life line.

Serena felt as if a block of ice fell in her stomach but nodded her consent to hear what he had to say.

“When I was a little boy, I was bitten by a man named Fenrir Greyback. I became a werewolf,”

He stopped and allowed Serena to take that in.

‘Oh’ was all she said as a reaction. Her mind was going a mile a minute. Werewolf? Things were getting more complicated than she thought.

Remus went on, letting go of her hand and staring into his cup of tea.

“Because I was bitten by one of the most powerful werewolves in Britain, I am automatically one of the most powerful leaders in the pack. So far, I’ve been able to become one with the pack—but when it comes to gaining enough power to get them to do my bidding, well, I’m not doing very well,”

“Why?” asked Serena growing dizzy at all of the information she had falling into her head at once.

“I don’t have a mate like Fenrir does. Finding female werewolves are nearly impossible, mainly because their scents are naturally hidden. Female werewolves join the packs by choice so for a male to find a mate shows that he has enough power to convince a female to become his. It gives a male werewolf the highest status in the pack. Since Greyback has a mate, he has more power than I do,” Remus said tiredly.

Serena felt her whole body stiffen. What were the odds? She possibly had an answer to his problems … Serena shook her head to rid herself of the thoughts taking over her brain.

She had to know something else first before she could allow herself to continue her line of thinking.

“Since you don’t have a mate, what have you been doing to get power?”

“I’ve been trying to gain favor with You-Know-Who. I’ve been running myself ragged doing different favors for him. I don’t know if I’ll be able to continue to do that for him after tonight night,” Remus said sadly.

“Why not?”

Remus’ eyes grew haunted once again.

“One of my duties was to … I was forced to rape Ginevra,” he said quietly.

Tears fell down his cheeks as he stared into his cup, reliving the act.

“There was so much noise … so much blood from everyone else using her. She looked as if she was going to pass out in pain yet she stared at me with completely clear eyes. She was battered and bruised yet still strong enough to give me a slight smile before I was forced to … well do the deed. I had to give her the most brutal and painful rape to gain favor with the rest the werewolves who went to watch. I asked her to forgive me but I don’t know if she heard me. If I don’t gain power soon, I have a feeling that You-Know-Who will force me to do this again and I don’t know if I can bring myself to do it again,”

Remus stopped talking, letting his tears fall freely down his cheek.

Serena didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around him and hold on tightly. Remus wasn’t the type of man who hurt others. She knew without even asking him that he hated his status as a werewolf.

“Let me see if I understand this correctly. If you find a female mate, you won’t be forced to get into You-Know-Who’s inner circle and therefore won’t be forced to rape more women?” Serena asked softly stroking his soft hair.

“In a nutshell yes,” Remus said miserably.

Serena closed her eyes. She didn’t know Remus well but she knew what was in his heart.

She couldn’t watch him slowly become a cold and unfeeling man to stop himself from falling apart when he was forced to brutalize more women. The world needed more men like Remus Lupin.

Serena gently untangled herself from Remus’ grasp and stood.

Remus watched curiously as she slowly sank down to her knees and moved her thick hair to the side, baring her neck.

“Remus Lupin, I give myself to you, heart, body, and soul to be your mate for life,” Serena said dutifully.

Remus’ eyes grew wide with shock. He tried to talk for several moments but couldn’t because of the scent that overwhelmed him. After getting his senses under control, he was finally able to get something out.

“You’re a werewolf,” he said covering his mouth with his fingers.
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