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Nothing But a Kiss COMPLETE	By : Snapes_Slave Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 12647 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any part of the Harry Potter franchise or any of its characters. I make no money off this... just reviews to feed my weary soul.

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DISCLAIMER: It's totes not mine, (but I wish!!) it all belongs to miss Rowling, and she would be the one making money on Harry and his friends, not me.

Kingsley Shacklebolt sat, magically restrained, in an uncomfortable, rusted metal chair deep in the bowels of the ministry. He was cold, shivering in the rickety seat. His stomach growled with hunger. He had yet to be fed since being brought in. He knew his plans had failed, although how he had no idea just yet. He also had no idea how ruined his career was at this point. Clearly he had trusted the wrong people to carry out with his plan. Good help just couldn't be easily found any more. As he waited for his interrogators to come and begin his questioning, he pondered over just where his life had gone wrong in his master plan of getting Hermione at his side.
An unknown auror opened the basement door, stepping to the side and allowing Severus to come through before closing the door quietly behind him.
"Oh, this should be fun." He said, rubbing his hands together in the chill of the room. He waved his wand with a sharp flick and set a recording device to retain the answers given by his charge.
"Now, Kingsley old friend, where shall we begin. First, open your mouth. I do believe that Mr. Potter mentioned something about veritaserum."
Severus administered 6 drops of the liquid onto the man's tongue, doubling the usual dosage. He had a hunch that Kingsley would be particularly difficult to get answers from and wanted as little resistance as possible. As a glazed look finally settled over Shacklebot's eyes, Severus begin pacing the room.
"During the second war, who's side did you fight for?"
Kingsley was noticeably trembling, trying to fight the urge to speak with everything he could muster.
"Myself!" He blurted out. "I played both sides to my best advantage."
Severus could have been knocked over with a quill feather. His face was schooled into its usual expressionless mask, easily concealing his shock, as he turned back to the man in question.
"In what way did you serve the Dark Lord, Tom Riddle also known as Lord Voldemort?"
Again, Kingsley shook in his seat before yelling out "I was apart of his followers, a small, select few of us that went unmarked. We were meant to work behind the scenes, there were plans in place for us if he should fail."
"And just what were you meant to do when he failed?"
"He gave us lists of muggle born witches and wizards that we were expected to exterminate upon his demise. I had been steadily working my way through, but had drawn the line on more than one witch that I had had my eye on."
"And who were these witches that you had your eye on?"
"Arina Kilmoun, Lacintha Larchmont, Hermione Granger, and Natalia Labere."
"Have you used your position as Minister of Magic to influence any of these witches lives?"
"Yes."
"Who and in what way?"
"Arina Kilmoun is my secretary. I've been buggering her for 3 years. I stopped her murder shortly after we started. And-" at this he paused, shaking so hard he nearly fell from the chair despite his restraints.
"Answer the question Shacklebolt!"
"Hermione Granger! I offered her a job rounding up the last of the escaped Death Eaters in America. I separated her from everything she's ever known and made myself the only person familiar with her that she had any contact with. I attempted to get her to come to me, to seek comfort from me. I ordered an attack on her by one of my associates, thinking that it would drive her to come home and to come to me." The answer appeared to be ripped from the depths of his soul. He had held on as hard as he could and fought with everything in him from giving Severus the information that he sought.

"When you ordered her attack, did you intend for her to be left to die?" Severus worked his jaw, his teeth grinding painfully, as he did everything he could to keep his emotions inside.
"No! She was meant to be easily healed, she was supposed to call me to come help her. That moron Heinrich went too far and left her on the brink of death."
Severus was near his limit. He was certain that he wouldn't be able to contain his reactions or his violent nature to this man's act on the love of his life for more than two more questions.
"Did you intend for Hermione to be left with child?"
"God's no. To think that I would have ended up raising a bastard child from that scum... But I would have, just to have Hermione under my thumb."
"You said there was a small group of unmarked Death Eaters that were instructed to carry out these plans. Name all of them." Severus ground out.
"Lowander Singleton, Ameliana Ames, Tiberius Valeria, Heverin Heinrich, Tillie Tisdale, Septima Church, Jameson Hendershot, Jasper Kindelson and Everett Willingsby."
It appeared the man in question had no qualms about selling out the rest of them. If he was going down, he would take every last one of them down with him.
"What exactly were your plans with Hermione Granger? What did you plan to gain from kidnapping her daughter?"
"I was supposed to be the person she called for help. I'm the Minister of Magic, God's damn it! I would have immediately brought the child to her and told her that it was my connections as the Minister that helped me to find her so quickly. I was expecting her to be grateful and to come to me finally. I so was looking forward to crushing her spirit and keeping her broken and submissive by my side. To break her intelligence down, and destroy every bit of confidence she had in herself. She would certainly would have served me well as a sex slave, performing to my most baser and humiliating desires."
Severus immediately took his wand in hand, removing the recording charm and sending the transcription of his interview to the powers-that-be, Harry Potter and the team of aurors and Wizengamot members that would be trying the man. After removing the spell, he removed his outer robes and turned to face the man. As he slowly began unbuttoning the long column of buttons of his frock-coat, he glared at the man invisibly tied to the chair. Once he had removed the frock coat he began rolling the sleeves of his crisp white shirt to his elbows. Kingsley's eyes began to clear and his shivering increased tenfold, as he realized what was about to happen. He had never considered himself a coward, nor did he think he would be one to beg for his life. But upon seeing the look in Severus's face, he knew it would be a challenge not to cry out.
"You will provide a written list of all of the people that you have killed, weather by your own hand or buy your own order. You will admit to every crime that you committed, both during the war and after. You will be tried and convicted of these crimes. I will see to it. And you will also never speak a word of what I'm about to do to you."
He circled the man, waving his hand lazily to clear the room of any furniture. He stared, as black eyes burning like Kohl's in a furnace, has he tried to decide just how he should begin to punish this man that had nearly been responsible for his fiance's death, and had been personally responsible for her suffering.
"I believe, Minister Shacklebot, that you require lessons in basic, decent human behaviors. First off, you will be punished for your abuse of power as the minister of magic." Severus took his hand back, and shifting his weight from back foot to front foot, sent his fist flying through the man's head, knocking him, along with his chair, to the ground unceremoniously.
"This one is to teach you not to kill or order the killing of others." He reared his leg back, then sent his foot into the man's midsection, hearing a very audible crunch or his ribs breaking. Kingsley lay on the floor, trying to catch a break, but remaining silent.
"Now, onto the lies. Lies really are on of the worst epidemics on the world these days. It is especially bad when these lies cover up who you really are." He lifted his right leg, bending the knee at a 90 degree angle and brought it down onto the side of Kingsley's head, hearing a crunch or his facial bones. Still, he made no sounds of protest.
"All of these things are sins of the worst kind. I'm sure you know and have learned your lesson. But this... This is all for Hermione." His voice was low and menacing, the threat and promise of bodily harm clearly evident.
Kingsley had known true fear a few times in his life, but never like this. As the Potions Master raised his wand and turned back to face the man on the floor, Kingsley could do nothing to contain his cries. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh, screams and cried were heard clear down the hallway, but the only people in the vicinity mearly cast a silencing charm, before going back to reading the Daily Prophet and firmly ignoring the actions taking place just on the other side of the door.

A/N
I am so so sorry for taking so long to post another chapter! Stuff was busy at work, then my entire house got the plague (AKA Man-Cold and a sick 1 year old, then myself). But all is well now, and I will be doing my best to deliver the end of this story.... Please don't be mad guys....
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