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Shattered

By Adriana

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Confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks

Gonna come back and take you home, I could not stop, that you now know

Come out upon my seas, curse missed opportunities

Am I part of the cure, or am I part of the disease

You are . . . you are

And nothing else compares

Oh no nothing else compares

And nothing else compares

You are . . .

Home, home, where I wanted to go

~ From the song, "Clocks" by Coldplay

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Chapter 19: Home

The dysun sun cast soft shadows in the dim light of the bedroom as Severus reached up to snatch a stray candle as it went floating by. Turning to a reclining Hermione, he allowed an evil grin to escape while he tipped the candle towards her, a drop of hot wax landing on her left shoulder blade with a satisfying "plop". She gave him a fake glare and twisted suddenly, thrusting her hips against him. Laughing as a feral growl strayed from his throat, she was soon silenced with a rapturous, blistering kiss. He released the buoyant candle and it joined its companions in the air above them. Severus ran a graceful hand down her back, teasing the ends of her wavy hair as his tongue danced with hers.

Her distress over the Sentient Healing Ritual was temporarily laid aside while they stroked and caressed each other with total abandonment. He was determined to reassure her, murmuring soft words of love as he worshipped her body with unbridled delight.

Severus moved Hermione down the bed, so her hips were at the edge, legs dangling. Poising himself on his knees between her legs, he lifted her calves over his shoulders as he swooped down, the tip of his tongue flashing before darting out to lick her cleft. Hermione almost fell off the bed, she was bucking so violently. She could feel Severus� mouth, pausing to smile against her sensitive skin as he continued to nip and lap at her moistness. She let out a loud groan and clutched tightly at his hair.

When he could feel her getting to the end of her restraint, he withdrew and stood suddenly, pausing to allow Hermione to catch her breath. Hermione admired his beautiful cock jutting out . . . it was rock-hard and twitching under her ardent gaze. She couldn�t help but reach out to stroke his length and he gave her a wicked grin before pushing her back up the bed

Their movements became more urgent and he gently turned her over, lifting her up to her knees before entering her suddenly from behind. Hermione gave an audible gasp while he closed his eyes to the onslaught of pleasure that rippled through him.

For as long as he lived, he would never tire of her, of that he was certain.

They began making love slowly, almost carefully . . . as if afraid it would end all too soon, but it was a pace they could not maintain. Each savored the feel of the other, prompting a quickening of movements as Severus planted gentle kisses and bites along the back of her neck. He moved within her languidly . . . sensuously . . . and then pulled her body back against his chest, so that they were both up on their knees. Hermione reached back to wrap her arms around his neck, while he reached forward to enthusiastically cup her breasts. They continued to move together with an urgent rhythm. Hermione made captivating mewling noises and whimpers, urging him on while his fingers gently tweaked her nipples. He began whispering dirty little nothings in her ear, which drove her absolutely wild. He held off for as long as he could and when his passion was finally released, she was right there with him, their cries of completion mingling in the air.

Breathing heavily, Severus dropped his body to the mattress, pulling Hermione with. On. One corner of his mouth curled upwards as he turned to look at her. Sweaty tendrils were plastered to her forehead and he reached to brush them away.

"You're very noisy, you know," he said with mock disapproval.

She gave a dainty snort and lifted her head. "You're one to talk."

His smile widened and Hermione caught her breath. Sometimes his beauty caught her completely off guard and she was assaulted by its sheer salience. What was even more endearing was that he had absolutely no idea how attractive he was. He wasn�t handsome in the conventional sense, but he exuded a smoldering passion that was extremely appealing. With a rush of emotion, she reached for him, hugging him closely. Severus made a soothing noise as he held her.

"What's wrong, love?"

Hermione brushed her lips along his collarbone. "I just want to stay here with you, forever. I don't want to think about what's facing us when I get home." She let a tremor creep into her voice. "I want you with me, especially now," she said simply.

Severus' face softened. "Are you frightened?"

She looked at him ruefully. "A little," she said.

"Me too," he admitted. He couldn't bring himself tell her that he'd always suspected that he wouldn't survive a final battle with Voldemort. It hadn't mattered much to him before. But now . . .

Now he had everything to live for.

Hermione looked at him with poignant tenderness, knowing how hard it was for him to admit his fear. When she'd told him everything she knew about the Sentient Healing Ritual, his calmness had surprised her. He'd confidently told her that they'd find a way around things, that he was certain that with all the resources at their disposal, they would figure out a way to make the ritual work for them in The Plan. "Give me a day," he'd said arrogantly. "I already have a few scenarios playing around in my head." He gave her a reassuring smirk. At that moment, it was hard to believe that he was afraid of anyone or anything.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the mantle clock musically ringing out the present time. Severus' eyes didn't move from her face as her image was burned permanently in his mind.

"It's time for you to go home," he said quietly. Despite her best intentions she felt the prickle of tears, but fiercely willed them back.

"I know," she sighed as she moved to get up from the bed. Severus pulled her back and kissed her thoroughly as he tried to pour out everything he felt for her . . . everything she meant to him. With a strangled sound, Hermione pushed herself away and stood, looking down at him.

"Don't move," she commanded. "I want to remember you just like this, all sprawled and naked on a clump of rumpled bedsheets." She couldn't help but giggle as he flushed. He tried to glare at her and failed. "You're beautiful," she said with conciliation. "I just want to remember you like this."

His ego soothed, he complied as he laid back and watched her getting dressed.

Before she could fasten the last button on her blouse, they were interrupted by the sound of the Headmaster's voice vibrating in the air around them. It was as if it was coming from within the very walls of the bedroom.

"Severus?" he said tentatively. "Hermione? I'm sorry to interrupt you . . . "

"Then don't!" shouted the Potions Master as Hermione gave him a disapproving look.

"Don't mind him, Albus. Actually, I was just getting dress -- erm, getting ready to leave," she said.

"Well, tell Severus he needs to get dressed too." The Headmaster couldn't hide the amusement in his voice before it sobered. "I'm afraid something has come up and I need to see you both in my office."

"Is anything wrong, Albus?" Hermione couldn't hide the anxiety from her voice.

His sigh was like a gentle wind. "I'm not sure yet," he said. "But you need to come immediately. I'm afraid 'a situation' has come up."

"A situation?" Severus didn't like the sound of that.

"He means me, Uncle Severus," said a sheepish sounding Draco Malfoy.

"Bloody hell!" Severus cursed under his breath.

He didn't like the sound of this at all.

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Draco fidgeted in his chair.

He was seated in Dumbledore's office and had just politely declined a piece of dark toffee that the Headmaster had offered him. Albus gave him that annoying twinkling look as Draco shook his head and muttered, "No thank you." The last time he'd indulged in one of Albus' toffee sweeties, it had taken him almost an hour to get his jaws pried open again. For a few horrible moments he'd thought he wasng tng to spend the rest of his life with his mouth clamped permanently shut, left only with the ability to communicate in "mmmmphs" and wild hand gestures.

He'd almost contemplated suicide at the thought of his tongue forever imprisoned within his mouth. He'd reckoned it would have been a waste of one of his best body parts.

Albus chose that moment to snort, prompting Draco to give him a worried look. Could the old man really read minds? Chuckling, the Headmaster retrieved the book and called out to Severus and Hermione.

While Albus spoke with an obviously peeved Uncle Severus, Draco thought back to the events in Ginny Weasley's flat, half an hour ago.

The music box, with it's sordid revelations, had caught him completely by surprise, but what surprised him even more was that Ginny Weasley had been holding on to this secret for over half of her life. As she spilled her torment to him, he'd resisted the urge to stop her in the only way he knew how . . .but kissing her at a time like this was probably the wrong thing to do.

Instead, he cupped her face in his hands and pulled her away from him.

She couldn't meet his gaze as she hiccuped, tears coursing down her face. He leaned forward until the only thing she could see was his resolute and unwavering pale eyes.

"Ginny," he said softly. "Don't let him do this to you. It's what he's hoping for. He's twisted and sick and none of this . . . I repeat, none of this is your fault." His voice was adamant. "He's just trying to make you feel--"

Before he had a chance to continue, the door crashed open and a young, pimply-faced wizard, ostensibly an Auror, came running in with his wand aimed at squarely at Draco.

"Move away from her!" he shouted dramatically.

Draco rolled his eyes in exasperation. "You stupid git," he said with a sneer. "Can't you see you've interrupted a 'moment' here?"

The Auror looked a little uncertain. Ginny turned to the younger wizard. "It's alright," she said quietly. "No offense, but I think you should just leave right now." The auror lowered his wand and began to stammer. "I'm s-sorry Miss Weasleyis iis is only my third assignment and my b-boss told me that if I messed up, he'd hang me by my-- erm . . . "

He gulped when he saw the look on Malfoy's face.

Draco couldn't help the seething tone in his voice. "Only your third assignment? Who the hell is running this show? It's Potter, isn't it!" The Auror's eyes widened and he shook his head. "No, I was told by Mr. Weasley to look after his sister. Mr. Ron Weasley."

Draco paused before barking at him again. "Well don't just stand there! Go fetch him, you silly boy!"

Ginny gave Draco a horrified look. "No!" she shouted. "I don't want him to know!"

"Trust me on this," Draco said firmly. "You have to tell him." The Auror looked confused. Nodding his head towards the door, Draco dispatched him to track down Ron Weasley.

Sighing, he turned back to Ginny.

"Where were we?" he asked with feigned nonchalance. "Oh yes, we were talking about Voldemort and how he's trying to make you feel." He raised an inquiring eyebrow. "So? Out with it, Ginny! What are you feeling right now?"

"I feel . . ." she began, but faltered. She took a deep breath before continuing. "I feel unclean, for lack of a better word. Sullied, dirty, contaminated, defiled, filthy . . . " Her voice trailed off. There was an awkward silence before Draco spoke.

"You've been reading the thesaurus again, haven't you?" he teased gently.

Ginny gaped up at him, an array of emotions playing upon her face. She searched his features for some sign that he was repelled, but instead found him openly smiling at her.

"You're joking with me? After what you've just learned? Are you completely mad?"

Draco shrugged. "I'm not trying to downplay what he did to you, but frankly, he's done much worse." He reached up and gently brushed a tear away with his thumb. "I don't know what you expected from me, Ginny, but what happened to you 13 years ago does not define who you are now. Besides, Harry told me that Tom Riddle was only a 'memory' while he was in The Chamber of Secrets. The bastard wasn't even real and whatever he did to you probably came from a Dark spell. I do know that Voldemort is a complete pervert and to let him affect your life like this is to let him win."

His voice lowered to a whisper. "Don't let him win, Ginny. Don't reward him with your torment."

They stared at each other for a long moment until shouting interrupted them.

"Ginny? Are you alright?" The door crashed open for a second time, revealing a worried looking Wea Weasley. He stopped short when he saw Ginny standing close to Malfoy. The redhead's eyes narrowed as he studied them.

"You'd better have a good explanation for this, Malfoy. Townsend just informed me that he heard my sister screaming and when he arrived, she was crying." He menacingly stepped forward. "You're not making my sister cry, are you?"

"As if I had that power," Draco said, so softly that Ron didn't hear him. He turned to give the Gryffindor a scathing look.

"I suggest you take your righteous indignation and bugger off," Draco said harshly. To Ginny he asked, "Are you going to be alright? I can stay if you want." Ron opened his mouth to protest, but Ginny cut him off.

"It's alright Draco, you don't need to stay. But you're right; I need to tell him everything. I should have done it a long time ago."

Nodding, Draco began moving out the door. Pausing to give Ron a considering look, he said, "Don't disappoint me. For once in your life, be an adult. Take her home to The Furro
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