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Snape's Apprentices	By : Lalani Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26344 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Seventeen

SPOV
He dropped her down on his bed, making her bounce and her dress flip over, showing her pussy, barely covered by her panties. The crotch of them was stuck between her lips, which still glistened with their combined juices. He stared at her for the longest time, watching her squirm under his gaze. After watching his fill, he lifted his wand and divestoed them both of their clothing. She yelped at finding herself suddenly naked and he just smirked before putting one knee on the bed and leaning over, grabbing her by the hair again. He kissed her forcefully, trying to convey the madness she evoked in his blood, the obsession he was developing for her.
She returned the kiss with as much passion, only fuelling his desires more. She broke of their kiss and tried to lean back but he held her there by her hair.
“What is it, pet?” he asked.
“Well, I still have something to take care of, don’t I?” she asked with a sly smile on her lips. He stared at her and then pulled himself up to his knees. Dragging her with him until she was on her knees as well, he pushed her head down by her hair, until she was face to face with his already throbbing erection. She gave a small giggle and made herself comfortable before applying her very eager tongue to the task, bathing his cock with it. She licked up and down on the underside of his dick, since he was so hard again, he was straight up against his belly.
It seemed to take her forever before she put her hands on him for the first time and she manipulated his pulsing length until she had laved every spot with her tongue. She then proceeded to take his balls into her mouth, when he decided he had enough of her ministrations. He was not patient enough for a blowjob today. He shuffled back and smiled at her small sound of disappointment.
“Get on your hands and knees, pet, with your behind facing me. Now.” He growled at her. She stared up at him with a glint in her eyes and complied. He groaned out lout at the picture she was presenting. She was looking over her shoulder at him and wagging her bottom from side to side, the light in the room making her pussy glisten wetly.
He got off the bed and stepped up to the bed, behind her. Grabbing her cheeks, he spread them and pulled her further towards the edge of the bed. He took a few moments just to look at her, enjoying the way her opening contracted with her pleasure. Severus massaged her globes, considering taking her ass, but then discarded the idea. She was inexperienced and he was too big. He would have to take her shopping soon, though. He would take her to a sex shop and have her choose every piece of equipment he would use on her. The thought of her using a butt-plug on herself, one she had chosen and lubed up herself, made him get harder and he rammed his cock all the way inside her, bottoming out completely. Hermione gave a hoarse cry and bucked up against him, moving her hips away first and then back against him. Her head had fallen forward and he growled, grabbing her hair yet again and pulling it back.
“Hands on the mattress!” he growled at her, because she had started to follow the pull with her upper body.
“And push out your ass more, pet!” he said. He stopped and pulled out, rearranging her so she was sideways on the bed and entered her again, still pulling on her hair. They were facing the mirror on his wall now. He could see her face and her bouncing breasts as he started fucking her hard. She was looking back at him through the mirror, her face and upper chest flushed by pleasure. Her mouth was open and she was panting. He groaned, and yanked her hair a bit harder until it must have been on the verge of being painful for her. He slowed his thrusts but started giving small, but harsh, pushes at the end of each stroke. His other hand he used to spank her ass at the end of each stroke. It didn’t take her long before she came so hard, she pushed his cock out. He put his hand on her clit and worked it until she started twitching so badly she nearly fell of the bed. He backed off and stopped touching her, letting her come down from her high. Then he started forcing himself back into her nearly painfully tight opening, making her groan and shake her head in denial.
“Yesss, pet, you will take this. You will take anything I give you!” he crooned into her ear, grabbing her breasts and banging into her as hard as he could. Her swollen entrance resisted him all the way and he knew he was nearly hurting her.
“Please, Severus, please.” She said hoarsely, sitting up and grabbing his hands, her head falling back on his shoulder. Severus just gave a grunt and pushed himself inside of her until he was all the way inside.
He proceeded to fuck her until they both came again. She was twitching against his chest and clawing at his hands. He let her fall forwards, her hair a rat’s mess, still twitching.
He fell back against the pillows and watched her until she stopped. She got her bearings back enough that she could turn her head and look at him.
“Gods, Severus that was good!” she gasped and rolled over before crawling towards him. He watched her shifting body and for maybe the hundredth time it became clear to him what a fucking lucky bastard he was. Here he had a gorgeous young woman in his bed, that seemed to be completely smitten by him, and all he had to do was fuck her for her to want him even more.
“Was it? Well, there is still more to come, obviously.” He said with a smirk. She giggled and let herself fall down on her back next to him. He immediately took that opportunity to lean over her prone body and start playing with her nipples. She moaned in pleasure when he started turning them gently and pulling on them. He took the one closest to him and gave a sharp pull and twist, letting go immediately at her shout and started laving it with his tongue.
“Too much, pet?” he asked against her nipple.
“Noo, not enough. Please do it again. Please, master!” she moaned, putting her hands in his hair and holding his mouth close to her chest. He grinned and complied, spending quite some time manipulating her nipples, until they looked raw and red and she was a whimpering mess.
By the time he was ready for more she was begging him to stop. He reluctantly let up on her nipples, immediately kissing his way down until he was right between her legs. He kissed her pussy gently, licking away their previous pleasure, which had leaked out of her.
He made her cum again, by pushing three of his fingers inside her and sucking on her clit. She groaned and moaned, nearly pulling out his hair. When she had finished, he crawled up her body and kissed her, sharing their combined juices with her. He pulled back to kneel between her legs, hooking them over his forearms and falling forward on his hands again, until she was folded in half.
“Put me in, pet. Go on.” He said hoarsely. She panted up at him and pulled her lower lip between her teeth, before she took his cock in her little hand and pumped him a few times.
“Pet, inside!” he growled at her.
“Are you sure, Master? Do you not want me to make you come with my hands until you come all over my belly?” she asked him with a sultry smile on her lips. He grinned back at her and leaned down. He took her lower lip between his teeth and gave a sharp and painful pull on it.
“I told you to put me inside your cunt. Not to jack me off. Now, pet, remember who your Master is. If you don’t comply I will have to punish you. And I will not be able to be gentle after you have tried to deny me my pleasure.” He growled at her. He saw her slight wince and felt her squirm slightly beneath him. She put him at the entrance of her body and coated his tip with her juices. He barely waited until she had taken her hand away before he pushed in and proceeded to fuck her roughly.
He pushed himself inside her again and again, bouncing her on the bed and driving her against the headboard with his thrust. She gave a few sharp cries of pain before he noticed that he could seriously hurt her.
“Sorry, pet, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He growled, before letting her legs fall free from his arms and pulling both of them down the bed rather awkwardly, not wanting to leave her wet warmth.
He started pounding into her again, until sweat was glistening on his body and she was getting hoarse from the screaming she was doing. When he felt himself getting close to the edge he wedged a hand between them and worked on her clit until she came. He gave a few short thrust and then pulled out, jacking himself off until he came all over her belly and pussy. She watched him, moaning and writhing on the bed before him until he finished and flopped down beside her.
“You will be the death of me, pet, do you know that? Have I hurt you? Is your neck alright?” he asked, concern settling in now that he had had his pleasure.
“I hope that death will be a long time coming, and yes and yes, I am fine.” She said and shifted down until she was level with his cock. She started laving it again with her tongue. He could barely lift his hand but still did so and started stroking her hair.
“You are such a good pet, Hermione. No, don’t stop, keep going.” He groaned at her. He looked down and saw her face flushed with pleasure at his words and a smile playing at the corners of her lips. He was so busy with her delectable body and enjoying her ministrations, he didn’t notice the flames in his hearth flare up and go green, until the voice of the Headmaster rang out.
“Well, I hate to interrupt your little…tryst. But there is something important I have to discuss with both of you, so if you would get dressed, Severus, Ms. Granger. I will be waiting in my office for both of you.”
Severus sat up straight in his bed and whipped his head around until he spotted the green flames and then he let out a stream of curses, completely ignoring Hermione’s squeals and ‘Ohmygods!’. For all of his warding he had completely forgotten the fucking Floo Network!
“As amusing as it is to hear your shocked reactions, I will shut this down for the moment. But don’t linger! Time is of essence!” the voice of Albus rang out again and he disappeared with a chuckle. Severus narrowed his eyes at the flames. The Headmaster sounded way too happy at finding a student in bed with her teacher.
“Oh my god, he knows! Severus, what are we going to do? What if he calls the Aurors? This is terrible!” She cried, while hiding beneath the covers. He turned to look at her, standing next to the bed.
“How did you get under the covers so fast?” he asked her, a bit amused.
“HOW IS THAT IMPORTANT NOW!” she yelled back at him, forgetting the covers and letting them fall down again, giving him a nice view of her breasts. He choked on the laugh that threatened to escape.
“The Headmaster sounded way to calm, pet. I think he will attempt to have us stay quit about what happened with Pomona in exchange for looking the other way for us. Now, stand up and get dressed. Your clothes are probably – are, here they are. I love this closet, I have to say. Here.” He gave her her cloths and she quickly struggled into them. Then she shook out her mess of a hair and pulled it into a tight bun.
“That looks terrible.” He commented, frowning at that thing on the back of her head.
“Who cares?? Really, you worry about the oddest things!” she hissed back at him, putting her jacket on. He was already dressed, thanks to a convenient spell he had put on his closet. If he hadn’t, it would take him forever to get all of the buttons on his clothes done.
“Hermione, look at me. Before we Floo up there, I need to ask you something. You will probably be asked to agree to not indict Professor Sprout. If you do not want that, you don’t have to.” He put his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes.
“And what about you? If I do not agree, he might very well call the Aurors in! Who cares about Professor Sprout when you could lose everything and possibly be put before the Wizengamot? No, we will agree.” She stared at him and pounded his chest with her fists while she was talking. He felt something in his chest lurch. She would give up her shot at vengeance for him.
“Nothing like that will happen. I am already quitting Hogwarts and you are already past the age of consent. I will only get a slap on the wrist for this, is all.” He said quietly, holding her fists in his hands and pulling her closer.
“Yeah, right, and the court of public opinion will be shredding you to pieces!”
“As they would when you become my Apprentice, pet!”
“But not as much! Don’t you see? Now it would be a sordid affair! After Hogwarts? You’d still be an old lecher, but we could both hold our heads high and tell them to shove it, because you wouldn’t be my teacher anymore and I would gain something from an apprenticeship! You wouldn’t be taking advantage of me, I would be taking advantage of you! It would change the dynamics, Severus!” she said, staring at him in a beseeching manner.
He gave a heavy sigh and rested his forehead on hers, trying to think. Of course he did not want their affair out in the open while she still was at school. The bullying she would have to endure would be relentless. On the other hand, he could not selfishly deny her the justice she deserved for what had been done to her.
“I will leave it up to you, pet. Let us go, the Headmaster is waiting.” He finally said and led her to the fireplace. They Floo’ed up to the Headmaster’s office, where they found Albus sitting behind his desk with a mock-sincere expression on his face. Pomona was sitting in one chair, sobbing, and Minerva was sitting in the other, staring at Pomona with murder in her eyes. She looked at him with the same expression when she saw Hermione clinging to his arm. Hermione on the other hand narrowed her eyes at Pomona and was staring at her angrily.
“Well, kind of you to make it here! Take a seat, go on!” the Headmaster said and waved his hand towards the two chairs that were empty. Severus seated Hermione first, next to Minerva, and put himself between his lover and Pomona.
Minerva leaned close to Hermione and took one of the girl’s hands in her own.
“Are you alright, my dear? You have been through a lot and if you need to talk about it to another woman, I am here.” She said.
Severus decided not to interrupt that moment. He figured every woman needed the advice of an older one at one time or another.
“Yes, I am fine. Professor Snape has helped me a lot. He figured out what was wrong with me and took care of that.” She said to Minerva.
“About that. You should have gone to Madame Pomfrey with your suspicions.” Minerva said, frowning over Hermione’s head straight at him.
“About that.” He mockingly interjected. “I am still Hogwart’s Potions Master. I can administer potions to students without having to consult the Medi-Witch. And, before you interject, it is not a moral issue, Minerva. She wasn’t truly pregnant, she had been slipped a potion, and I gave her the ‘antidote’, if you will.”
“And what if she had been, Severus?” Minerva said in a cold tone of voice.
“Then, I would have sent her to Poppy.” He hissed back.
“OR MAYBE! Or maybe I didn’t want to go to Madame Pomfrey, because none of you would have looked any further than Draco or any of the other Slytherins whose families were sympathizers? I am not stupid, I took the road that caused the least amount of stress to everyone involved.” Hermione interjected angrily. At this, Pomona who had been sobbing into her huge handkerchief quietly, got louder.
“I wish it was that easy. Professor Snape has kept something quite important from me, since Professor Sprout had something quite nefarious planned.” The Headmaster interrupted.
“As if that was clear from the beginning. And don’t pretend that you truly would have looked further than Mr. Malfoy! We thought it a stupid joke, played on her by one of the students. The potion is not illegal, after all, and neither are the ingredients, just highly regulated. And if it never occurred to me to look at Pomona as a suspect, you wouldn’t have either. Now, tell us why we really are here.” He answered, fighting the urge to reach over and touch Hermione.
“I called you here to talk about Ms. Granger’s options regarding what Professor Sprout has done. I know that you are upset and feel betrayed by Professor Sprout, but I urge you to reconsider calling the Aurors in. I assume Professor Snape told you everything?” he asked Hermione, who nodded stiffly at the last part. Severus felt his gut clench in anger at Albus. He had known this would happen, but still, it hurt to see Hermione’s shoulders stiffen and a brief look of betrayal cross her features. It was quickly replaced by a blank expression, though, and he felt a spark of pride in his chest for his lover.
“Stop trying to read my thoughts, Professor Dumbledore. That is beyond intrusive, considering that I know what you are going to ask of me.” Hermione said between clenched teeth, staring at the Headmaster in anger. Albus quickly masked his surprise and then put a benign smile on his face, his eyes twinkling.
“Well, you caught me there. Sorry, my dear, it’s a habit I truly am trying to get rid of. So, I take it you know that we should not, for obvious security reasons, make what happened here public. I know that you will want at least some compensation, though. I am sure that everyone involved here would keep quiet about your… relationship with Severus, if we decide to not call in the authorities. I do understand, my dear, that this thing between the two of you came as a result of being thrown together in a time of need. Considering your relationship is a direct result of this tragedy, it would be remiss of me to mention it to the Board of Governors without telling the whole story. Do you think that is something you could agree to?” he asked her, still smiling.
“Albus! You cannot mean that! Never mind the thing between Severus and Ms. Granger! Pomona actually tried to use a student in our care to bring back He-who-must-not-be-named!!! I cannot believe that you would expect us to stay silent about it!” Minerva screeched.
“There is no other way, Minerva. If this went outside these halls, some people who didn’t know before, would now know how to bring Voldemort back! It is a serious matter. If Ms. Granger is old enough to start….”
“DON’T!” Minerva interrupted him, jumping up from her seat.
“Don’t even finish that thought! Being old enough to have sexual relations is something entirely different from deciding to let a criminal go! A teacher involved with a student past the age of consent gets a slap on the wrist and probation! What Pomona did is infinitely worse! How dare you blackmail her?” She ground out between clenched teeth. Severus decided to stay silent, in case Minerva decided to turn on him, too. So he just sat back and watched the show. He figurd Albus needed to be put in his place and who better to do that than Minerva.
“I do think Professor Dumbledore has a point.” Hermione’s voice pitched in. She had her hands clenched in her lap and was looking at Pomona, who had finally stopped sobbing and was staring at the Headmaster in disbelief. He snorted at that. No one ever believed him when he told them the old man very definitely had two faces and was an accomplished liar.
“If this became public knowledge there would be a few who would try to bring him back. We do not know how many Horcruxes there are. Adding to that, it would clearly put Professor Snape in jeopardy, since there are a few sympathizers out there who would not hesitate to hunt someone down who wouldn’t bring him back. It is better this way. I do expect a compensation, though. And it has nothing to do with you keeping our relationship quiet. I am his apprentice, after all, and we have agreed to a traditional one. The paperwork has been signed before we got ‘involved’, so to speak. There is no reason for us to keep this silent, aside out of respect for this institution and its reputation. There is nothing to ‘blackmail’ us with.” Hermione said with complete sincerity.
For a moment he just stared at her, before he noticed she was actually right. He’d had her sign the paperwork that first night. Well, she wasn’t completely honest, he had taken her a couple of times before she signed, but those were semantics. A wizard had the right to ‘sample’ what he was basically purchasing beforehand, so it was completely legal. And since she was the age of consent she could have actually quit school and gone directly into her apprenticeship the moment she had signed.
Professor Dumbledore, though, didn’t like this one bit. Minerva on the other hand, twirled around to stare at both of them.
“Apprenticeship? Professor Snape has agreed to apprentice you? How delightful!” she gushed, before seemingly remembering the other part.
“And Severus, how could you? A traditional apprenticeship? She is not a sex-toy! I can’t believe you!!!” she screeched at him almost without taking a breath.
“About that. I have decided to renegotiate with Professor Snape about that part. And you will give me a definite leg up in those negotiations. If I keep quiet about this, I will want to have a properly paid apprenticeship. I would rather not have the whole world know about my business.” She said. He felt his gut free falling for a moment, before he noticed what she was doing. She was putting both of them into a position of power and neatly extracting them from a possibly sticky situation. Still, he would spank that out of her later. It made it look like he had coerced her into it in the first place.
“Did he coerce you into it, Ms Granger, and is that why you want out of it?” Minerva asked, already making that assumption and staring at him accusingly. He ignored her and was watching Albus, who was getting quite angry at the proceedings. Pomona was staring at them in absolute disbelief, probably because there was a real chance of her getting out of it.
“No, he did not. Still, I would rather be able to pay my way through the apprenticeship. It would raise the quality of my education considerably.” She replied calmly. She looked at Minerva and sighed. “Really, he didn’t coerce me. He is the best Potions Master in Britain and I am incredibly lucky to be his apprentice. It’s just, I really don’t care for all of wizarding Britain to know who I am sleeping with. So, here is my offer. You pay for my apprenticeship, however you manage that, and I will not insist on calling the Aurors in.” she said.
He felt pride swell in his chest swell and saw a flicker of reluctant respect in the Headmaster’s eyes. Minerva was outright smiling at Hermione with pride.
“Very well, what do you say, Albus?” Minerva turned around and stared at the old man, waiting for his answer.
“I have heard what Ms Granger wants, but what about you, Severus?” Albus replied instead.
“The only reason why it was supposed to be a traditional apprenticeship was for cover. If the other sympathizers asked why I would take on a Muggleborn, I could have explained it away with sex, plain and simple.” he answered. Minerva flinched at that and gave him a dirty look. Severus chose to ignore her pointed staring.
“Well, us paying for the apprenticeship would negate that, now wouldn’t it?” Albus asked with a sly grin on his face.
“Not really. I could just say you were so outraged by the thought of a Slytherin touching the Gryffindor-Princess, you offered to pay for it, so she would stay out of my clutches. I would have annoyed you and then gotten money out of not bedding a Muggleborn. It is actually quite brilliant.” He answered.
Minerva frowned at him and then stalked back to her chair.
“Well, Ms. Granger does have the best grades in school. No doubt she will do extremely well in her NEWTS. How about a scholarship, Albus?”
“No. Half of the Ravenclaws will have the same grades. I can’t offer that. It would bankrupt the school.” Albus said between clenched teeth, but still trying to look like a kind, old man.
“How about my salary?” Pomona said. Her voice was obviously raw from her crying, her face red and blotchy, with tear streaks still showing. “That is, if I am still employed here after this. If not, I do have more than enough money put aside to pay for it outright. Whatever it is.”
“Agreed.” Hermione said instantly, nodding to the other witch. Severus felt his shoulders stiffen at that. An apprenticeship was truly expensive, it would cost Pomona heavily. It was nearly a year’s worth of salary and probably half of her retirement money. He decided to stay quiet about this, though. It was Hermione’s decision and no matter how young, she was still an adult.
“You can keep your job here, Pomona, of course. I will not turn you out.” the Headmaster interjected. “Very well, then. If that is going to be your compensation and Ms. Granger agrees. Officially, there will be no statement, but we will spread some well placed rumours about this. Since this is done, I do have something else I would like to discuss with you two, Ms. Granger, Severus. About your…involvement with each other. I will not comment on right or wrong after today, but I must ask you to keep this completely platonic from now on, until Ms. Granger graduates. I do not wish to be put in a situation where I have to turn a blind eye any more than I already have towards a teacher fraternizing with a student.”
“We agree.” Severus said with a snarl. He would prefer it that way, too, if he were to be honest. She needed to concentrate on her grades and he needed to take care of the renovations of his estate. He wanted her to have the absolute best in terms of a proper laboratory and home, so he would oversee as much of the renovations as he could.
Hermione nodded gravelly, but didn’t move otherwise. Minerva finally stood up and put her hand on Hermione’s shoulder.
“If that is all. I will take Ms. Granger to her rooms, then.” She said, pulling Hermione out of her chair and towards the door. Severus stood up and followed, nodding in the Headmaster’s direction.
He stepped out of the office and found Hermione and Minerva standing there. Minerva turned towards him, keeping a hand on Hermione’s shoulder.
“I want to make one thing clear. I am completely with Albus on this: you will refrain from any sexual activities while you are at school from this point onwards. I am not happy with you, Severus. You abused the trust given to you as a teacher by this and the fact that this will be swept under the rug does not sit well with me. I am quite happy to know that you are leaving Hogwarts this year, anyway. On the other hand, Ms. Granger is legally an adult and can choose for herself, so I will not get involved any more than I already heave. If I see you in a compromising situation, though, I will put you before the Wizengamot, no matter what.” Minerva said in the coldest tone of voice he had ever heard coming from her mouth.
He felt a small shiver of fear go through his body at the murderous look in her eyes and swallowed heavily.
“Understood. Although I didn’t expect actual threats from you after the way you acted in that office, Minerva.” He answered, ignoring her in lieu of stepping towards Hermione, who suddenly looked ready to fall apart. She stepped towards him slightly and he put his arm around her shoulders, letting her sag against him.
Minerva stared at Hermione in surprise for a moment and then looked back at him.
“I didn’t do it in front of Albus because I do not agree with what went on in there in any way. I would have liked to rip Pomona’s hair out after hexing her repeatedly, but Albus forbade it. Not taking her before the Wizengamot is a terrible choice, no matter how necessary it seems. I will not give Albus any more ammunition to blackmail a student with their personal feelings and relationships. Still, to be honest, expect to be hexed, Severus. Especially when you expect it the least.” She paused for a moment and stared at both of them, making Severus shift nervously. Minerva was a mean dueller at the best of times, but sneaky when pissed.
“This thing between you will be put on hold until you are done with school. You will both behave yourselves as long as you are at Hogwarts. No more private tutoring, no private conversations. If you want to talk to each other, make sure someone is with you in the room, preferably an adult. My office is open for that, so if you need to converse, tell me and I will be there. Now, dear, come along. I will get you back to your rooms.”
Hermione lifted her head and nodded at Minerva.
“Are we at least allowed to write letters or notes?” Hermione asked quietly, clinging to his shirt.
“No. Utmost discretion. And I mean that. I am not trying to be cruel, but this is necessary. It is only four months until the school year is over. You have the rest of your life ahead of you, Ms. Granger. And I am quite certain he will still be interested after graduation. Concentrate on your NEWTS, first.”
“She is right, Hermione. I will be busy with the renovations anyway and you have to study. We will abide by these rules, Minerva.” He answered, much to Hermione’s obvious dissatisfaction. She looked at him beseechingly but he just shook his head at her. They were incredibly lucky things had played out this well until now, there was no need to risk more.
He pushed her towards Minerva gently, trying not to react to her obvious distress. He felt possessive and protective towards her, and her mournful eyes and slight sniffles made his heart clench.

DPOV
A few corridors away Draco Malfoy was pacing up and down the hallway, waiting for Lavender Brown to show up. He had owled her with a request to meet him here, so they could talk. There was a small alcove were they could sit on the window ledge and have their much needed conversation. It was easy to ward and they could see anyone coming down the hallway before they were in hearing distance. They were both visible to whoever would be walking towards them, but since they only planned to talk, it wasn’t a problem.
He still wasn’t sure how to tell her about her parentage. To ease her gently into a conversation or just to drop it. Before he could truly make up his mind, he heard footsteps coming down the hallway and when he looked up, he saw Lavender walk towards him, a frown on her face. It took her nearly three minutes to reach him and before Draco could say anything, she was already talking.
“Look, Draco, I know we have gotten a bit closer recently and everything, but I am not really into you that much. I am with Ron right now, so, you know, us being together isn’t going to happen. I hope your feelings aren’t too hurt, but I thought I would rather be honest with you from the start.” She said to him, her hands gesticulating wildly.
Draco stared at her for a few moments, something that made Lavender obviously uncomfortable, because she started shuffling from one foot to the other. Seeing her like this he knew why he had thought her annoying for the longest time. She was selfish and needy, too loud and too brash.
Draco felt immediately guilty for thinking about his sister like that. He knew, that at heart, she was typically Gryffindor: brave and loyal, ready to take a stand when it was important or her friends were in danger. But the road to that short list of people she would do anything for was paved with rough and spiky stones. She was loud and brash because she wanted to be seen as happy and funny. She might have been needy and selfish, but not in a malicious way.
“That was not what I wanted to talk to you about, Lavender. This has nothing to do with our kiss. Please, sit down. This is quite important.” He knew he sounded calm, but his hands that he had fisted behind his back, were shaking.
“Really? Okay, then start talking.” She replied, hesitant. She stiffly walked over towards the alcove and took a seat, facing him. Her hands were clenched in her lap and her eyes were wide with uncertainty.
He walked over towards her and took a seat beside her. Pulling out his wand, he cast a number of silencing spells and wards to make them unnoticeable.
“Draco? What are you doing?” Lavender nearly whispered, her nervousness turning into fear, before she masked her expressions quickly. She was looking at him calmly now.
“Warding us, so no one can hear our conversation. What I have to tell you is not only important, but very, very private. It can never leave this place. Don’t tell anyone else, not even Ronald Weasley. You have to promise me that.” He said, staring at his hands, clenching and unclenching them rhythmically.
“Ooookay?” she answered, looking at him like he was crazy.
“My father… I recently found out something about my father. He and my mother….well, to put it mildly, they hate each other. My mother is crazy on her good days, insane on the others. But they can’t get divorced, for a multitude of reasons, so for years he has been having an affair. Because of my mother he was too afraid to make it public. When his mistress got pregnant, they performed a spell. An old one, that would make the child look like its mother. No one would ever suspect something, looking at the child.”
Lavender started shaking her head from side to side, apparently catching on where he was going with this and by the end of his speech, she was holding her hands in front of her mouth, her eyes wide open and brimming with tears. She wasn’t sobbing loudly or harshly, but he knew it would start soon enough. He felt his own eyes tear up and he reached over to her, pulling her into his side and letting her work through it. She leaned on him heavily, still shaking her head.
After the longest time, she lifted her head. Her face was blotchy, tear streaked and her eyes were red and swollen. In a quiet corner of his mind he was impressed with her ability to cry so silently, but considering what his father had told him about Mr. Brown, being quite was important in their home, lest they be the focus of his rage.
“Draco…we kissed.” She whispered brokenly, clinging to his tear-stained shirt. He nodded woodenly, feeling the bile rise from his stomach.
“We didn’t know, Lavender. We shouldn’t feel guilty about it, but I understand that you do. I, too, feel the guilt.”
She kneaded and released his shirt, before pushing both hands into her hair. For the first time he noticed her attire. She was dressed like a Muggle, in Jeans and a red Sweatshirt. She had sneakers on her feet. While he was still evaluating her, she stood up and started stalking up and down in front of him.
“I can’t believe she lied to me, my own mother.” Lavender whispered. She stopped right before him and stared at him.
“They did it to protect you, Lavender. If my mother knew about you, she wouldn’t stop until you are dead. It was better this way, although I don’t approve. But they did it for a reason.” He answered, hating himself for defending his father and Mrs. Brown.
“I know…it’s not only your mother, my father, too.” She paused for a moment, before relief settled over her features. “But I guess he isn’t my father, is he? I think that is the best news I have gotten ever, knowing I am not related to him.”
Draco felt his stomach churn at her relief and almost giddy happiness. He leaned over and put his elbows on his knees, before dropping his chin on his hands.
“Lavender, do you want to tell me why you are happy to find out that Mr. Brown isn’t your father?” he asked in a gentle voice. She stiffened and then pushed her hands into her hair yet again. It was a nervous gesture of hers, he noticed.
“He is… well, he isn’t a very god father or husband. Honestly, he isn’t a good person in general. He… he hurts us. Not physically, Draco, but his words can be as cutting as a knife. That is all I will tell you, though.” She said and then plopped down next to him again. She started fidgeting almost immediately, making Draco smile grimly. It would be a study in patience to deal with her from now on. Brotherly feelings didn’t appear over night, after all.
“I see. Well, I wanted to tell you this, because I did not think it fair to keep you in the dark. If you ever need anything, and I mean that literally, you come to me. I will talk it through with our father. Until we graduate, at least. After that, you can contact him on your own, you will be a legal adult.” He said, standing up. He knew it was unfair to drop this on her and then leave like this, but if he were honest, it was too much, even for him. She would have to deal on her own.
“Thank you, Draco. For being honest. I won’t tell anyone else until it is safe to do so, for both of us and our parents.” She said and stood up herself. She stepped up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, before hugging him briefly.
“See you later? I am already late for my Date with Ron, so bye!” she said, before hurrying away from him.
He shook his head at her and took down the spells and wards, before following her down the hallway at a slower pace, letting her keep her distance.
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