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Disclaimer : The characters and canon situations in Harry Potter belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit or money from this submission.

I only own the plot, a pc, a cat, and of course all the typos and other errors. (hits head against the wall)

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“Dialogue”

‘Thoughts’

'Flashbacks'

Dannare! = Damn, Mia Cara = My Darling, my heart

Chapter 19: 1Gryffindor, 3 Slytherins and Santa!

Hermione almost jumped and fell to the floor, face first, had it not been for two hands which softly landed on her shoulders, anchoring her to the stool, then started massaging them skillfully, the Voice of Lord Voldemort continued from behind her, “ Mr Longbottom I hope your Journey to Brazil was successful?”

“Yes My Lord” Neville answered, after standing up with Luna, who was looking at the couple with her dreamy smile all over her face. With a nod Neville explained, “I will deliver the Limiucus Trunpocus seeds to Mr. Snape after I make sure they are not spoiled and safe to be used.”

“Good. Any new tests’ results regarding your project? Any breakthrough yet?”

“Yes my Lord. Thanks to the Chief’s help. The Succulum Fungea flowers are the last of the ingredients to study. We need to know how to use them, the remaining tests pertain to whether they should be used when they are fresh, dried, or infused beforehand, for the potion to be complete, and then we start the dosage adjustments, through in vitro and in vivo trials.”

Listening intently, Lord Voldemort nodded at the man facing him, acknowledging his work, and to Hermione’s utter astonishment, he patted him on the shoulder saying “ Great Job Mr.Longbottom, great job, I am proud to have you on the team. Miss Lovegood as well, she is doing most of the brewing tests I gather?”

“Yes My Lord and thank you, I would do anything to help Neville in this important project”

Luna smiled belatedly at her Lord and Hermione felt like she was at the theatre, watching actors perform live, on a stage, in front of her, but the catch was her inability to follow either the script or the background story. Maybe that’s how Alice felt in her in ‘Wonderland’? She, Hermione must be in ‘Voldyland’. A Land where Voldemort was distributing jobs as presents and encouragement, besting Santa! All he needs now is the red suit.

Shaking her head to wake up from this baffling world, she quickly snapped her mouth shut, when she saw him looking down at her and smiling wickedly, she flushed neon red, knowing what he was thinking of. Without commenting he extended his hand to help her stand up, which she docilely took, not wanting to make a scene before the other couple, by refusing to comply.

Again, he trapped her hand in his long fingers, and to add to her unease he started a circular slow and sensual motion with his thumb on the upper side of her hand, caressing her knuckles, and the sensitive skin up to the wrist and back down, reminding her of another circular motion he did on another part of her anatomy, while he gave his last instructions to his proud and pleased employees. His “Come Miss Granger, you must be starving.” This gave her the chance to pull her hand a bit forcibly pretexting goodbyes and hugging her friends.

There was nothing to it, the darn wizard after she finished, gripped her left hand tight, she felt her fingers squeezed and about to snap, under the pressure, and an electrical shock went through her so fast she jumped. She was sure he hit her with a stinging jinx! Looking at him with furious eyes when he snickered and moved out to the corridor, she followed, and relegating his infuriating jinxes to the bottom of her priority list, she wanted to ask about the Horcruxes, which he claimed there was ‘none to begin with’.

His height, and long legs, afforded him long strides, which in turn made her strut fast to catch up with him, considering her hand was clamped down in his, he was almost dragging her behind him, she felt like a toddler, having a temper-tantrum, and making a scene, in the street, an image which made her even more angry with him.

“What did you mean back there, about the Horcruxes? Harry destroyed the Diary and we had Slytherin’s Locket, and …and what about the Hufflepuff Cup and Nagini? …There were 7 and…Harry was one of them …Dumbledore said …you died when you killed the Potters…and you were disembodied for 15 years…how did you gain this body? You were like …like a monster…Harry told me he saw you…”

She was breathing fast, walking and shooting questions at him wasn’t ideal for her respiration, but she was adamant on getting answers, forgetting totally who she was speaking to, and how, only wanting to solve this problem, whereas he smirked and kept walking without answering her, which irked her to no end, until she snapped her hand with all of her strength from his, and stopped walking.

Furiously looking at him with her fists on her hips she screeched, “ Could you please honor me with some answers to my questions, sir?” yes she knew she was being sarcastic, but she’d had had about enough of this arrogant prick! Eyes fiery, hair all over the place, getting into her face, she huffed, blowing on her hair strands, in irritation, her cheeks were flushed. She looked so cute, he thought.

Despite the large Hallway, the light from the windows, and the distance she put between them, his presence was filling the whole space, when he turned with his usual arched brow less eyebrow, hands folded on his wide chest, feet firm on the marble flooring, eyes piercing through her. He looked like a giant, enigmatic, powerful and very dangerous, in an attractive, and enthralling way. She did not want to ponder the last paradoxical thought. She felt her heartbeats quicken, looking up at him.

His black tight fit pants, dress shoes, his blue sweater, all in sinewy muscles, a torso of an athlete, solid legs that go on forever, and cherry on top, his bald snake face, a shiver ran down her spine, and she dismissed it as ire, thinking that she still had to tilt her face to look him in the eyes, while standing 3 feet away, annoying ... “How tall are you anyway…?” The question just slipped past her lips, she wasn’t even thinking consciously to make the filter that should have been working between her mind and mouth, censor such inane inquiries!

“6ft 3 inches” his calm response was voiced with a nuance of amused wickedness in his golden reddish eyes and a one sided, pulled up lips’ smirk.

Hermione not budging from her stance, hands on hips still she scowled more at herself than him. What was she thinking? Idiot! Now is not the time to think about his …perfectly shaped …

‘Concentrate you dimwit! Horcruxes remember?!’ The watchdog timing for once was right, as well as the scolding that went with it…thank you…. me!

“Why did you say a minute ago that there have never been any Horcruxes? She insisted.

“3 minutes 26 seconds ago, to be precise. We are already late for lunch, people are waiting for us, I like punctuality, you’d better remember this as another rule, additionally, I shall not discuss such matters in the hallway. Now come” finishing his response with a come-hither finger.

Fuming she stomped to his side, still frowning, knowing full well that he won’t answer her until His all powerful and almighty stuck-up Ass-ness decides to do so. Git, jerk, arse!

Great! Now she’s developing Tourette syndrome, no thanks to the Dark Giant infuriating Lord! She wanted to scream her irritation and scratch his laughing eyes-at her frustration for sure-out

Thirty seconds later, he stopped in front of an open door, “After you pet” he whispered with an enigmatic smile on his face. He made her go in before him, and she felt his hands on her shoulders, again!

The office she stepped into was as big as his, with thick beige carpeting; three of the walls were covered in bookshelves, filled to capacity with books, some Leatherbound and old, some new. The entrance door lateral sides were covered with shelves as well, filled to the brim with parchments and books; the third wall had a huge polished black granite hearth, with a mantle of the same stone, with trinkets and memorabilia on top, also flanked on each side with shelves, from floor to ceiling.

There was no fire lit, since they were in summer season, the weather was warm if not downright hot outside. A beautiful big polished wood desk, mahogany maybe, she assessed, faced the fourth window glass-wall, with posh green leather chairs and a couch for visitors, positioned in a cozy sitting area in front of it, a couple of side tables, and another green leather office chair behind it, there was also what she took as a small bar to the side, in one corner.

Her circular screening view stopped at the lunch table near the window wall, where 3 men stood talking, although two stood with their backs to her, she recognized Draco from his hair and uniform. Blaize was wearing a similar uniform to Draco’s, his tan olive skin and his height, same as Draco or maybe an inch or two shorter, gave him away. She couldn’t see the third man since only his black and sleek hair was showing, over the wall constructed by both men’s more than impressive physique.

All turned at the same time when they heard their Master’s voice saying “Gentlemen.”

Draco and Blaize smiled wide at her, and bowed their heads in respect saying “ My Lord” a third voice that she knew so well was added to the mix, when he stepped from behind the still smiling young Slytherins, and she felt her heart stop, her eyes were about to definitely desert her skull, she opened and closed her mouth ten times per second, her voice refusing to obey her, throat invaded with what felt like a boulder, just wouldn’t let neither saliva down, nor oxygen in, the clump was securely clamped, to her utter dismay she was blathering unable to speak as fast as her brain was bombarding her mouth and tongue with orders “…You! But …dead… …You ..tried …kill …Dumbledore… Traitor!”

On the last word that left her lips, she lunged herself at him, wanting to get her claws into him, to skin and gut him alive, while he stood there, totally unaffected.

Severus Snape thought if looks could kill, he’d be lying on the floor by now, so much her eyes were murderous, her brown hair was sizzling with electricity, her fingers were curved akin to claws ready to scratch his eyes out, teeth grinding, she was breathless, her respiration ragged, her whole being radiating an unleashed energy, ready to burst like lethal Gamma-Rays, and obliterate him to smithereens; he could feel her from where he stood.

He almost jumped when two of the six glass vials they drank not an hour ago, cracked and one exploded. He closed his eyes, breathed deeply, feeling a smidgen of guilt towards the witch, he could understand that she would be angry with him, but he never thought she would go berserk, and experience an uncontrollable magic outburst.

‘Thank you, my Lord’ he thought inwardly, looking at the Dark Lord trying to hold back the writhing witch between his hand, right hand folded around her waist, holding both her wrists in the other, until he had to bodily lift her off the floor, while she kept on kicking and screaming bloody murder at her ex professor.

Both Zabini and Malfoy stood dumbfounded, jaws slack, barely reacting, so entranced were they by the mesmerizing, indescribable tableau, when Severus unperturbed asked, “Should I Stupefy her, my Lord?”

Chuckling the Dark Lord shook his head, thinking, this here, is exactly what makes Severus Snape different from any other wizard! Always in control, even if there was a witch, less than 10 feet away from him, about ready to blow him up with a bout of uncontrolled magic.

He forcefully wrapped himself around the still screeching and fighting witch, adding his right leg, to the mix of their bodies, wrapping it around her thrashing lower limbs, to stop her flailing completely, “Calm down witch!” he ordered. Hermione was not even aware what was happening. She was so engrossed in her murderous intents, until she felt the same powerful force smashing her from all sides, like the first day in Lord Voldemort’s office.

The weight on her body kept growing until she couldn’t move anymore, and the pain started to get really intolerable, only then she conceded defeat, stopped wiggling about and concentrated on breathing, but her eyes were still locked on her target, Severus Snape, who unflustered through it all, smirked, with his eyebrow arced in his usual maddening tic, saying “ Glad to see you too Miss Granger”, in his silky tone of voice, that used to make her dream of forbidden things in his class.

She wanted to spit in his face, but the other snake was still coiled all around her, and his breath, warm and tingling her right ear, whispered low, menacingly, his threat deadly serious, and only for her to hear, ”If you do not cease your virago attitude this instant, you will eat your lunch with us, between my feet, on your hands and knees, using only your mouth. Do you understand you shrew? Answer me!”

He was angry, yet at the same time amused, and somehow content also that she still had her fighting spirit, despite the morning fiasco. Expecting her to blow a cauldron when seeing Severus, after thinking he was dead, all this time, but letting her magic out of control was not his idea of blowing a cauldron!

Regardless, he wanted to possess all of this untamed passion, to savor this wild intensity, in other circumstances! He needed to teach her how to channel this feral temperament, and to focus all of her ardent emotions on him, for him, his pleasure, and he would smother her with his rewards, until she would beg him to stop.

He cannot wait to taste her passionate lust, and desire for him, her intense need, he wants her begging on her knees for him. Yes, the witch does not know the treasures she holds inside of her, how precious her wicked needs are, he will lay her bare figuratively and literally, make her desire more of him. He’s the only one possessing the key to those dark desires, the lust she tries to ignore and bury deep.

Damn the witch! He wants to fuck her tight virginal cunt sore, right now, make her scream his name until her throat gets sore too, in front of these men, and claim her as his, bite her neck bloody, like they used to do in the old bonding rituals. Oh, He will own her totally, and she will thrive in his ownership of her, his little lioness.

The Gryffindor Lioness in question decided to calm down, for being humiliated with only him to see was one thing, while being treated like a dog in front of people, especially those she knew, was totally a different other!

Breathing from her nose and exhaling from mouth, closing her eyes to wipe out the offending face of the ‘greasy git’ so she won’t be tempted to blow up again, she tried to relax her muscles, and her whole body, coming into contact with the wizard behind her who still did not relinquish his hold, but he moved his leg away from hers, while his hand freed her wrists, it wrapped, joining the other around her waist.

Her head flipped back and lifted up to look at him, the back of her head resting on his chest, she saw that he was watching her carefully, she uttered in a low hoarse sound. “ I’m… sorry, I …I don’t know…what came …over me…calm now…ple…ase …let go of me Sir…I promise …I won’t attack him…please…”

Studying her carefully, the Dark Lord slowly loosened his hold on her waist, he ushered Hermione inside near the table, while Draco and Blaize snapped out of their shock, Severus vanished the broken vials with a wand flick.

Blaize smiled at her saying as coolly as he could muster “ Hey Hermiacara…uh … Hermione, you feeling…uh..better?”

He laid a hand on her left arm, squeezing a bit, in a gesture of support and comfort, deciding not to push his luck and kiss her on the cheek, seeing as primo she might jinx his head off, in her state, and secondo, which is another primo if you ask him, the Dark Lord almost Avada K’ed him when he saw him touch her arm, and call her Hermiacara.

Dannare! … It was what he nicknamed her, back at the Order headquarters, making wordplay with her name. Well yes, Mia Cara means my darling, an endearment but Sheesh man! It is not like he’s in love with her; he’s betrothed to Luna, come on!

He smiled awkwardly, stepped aside, furtively looking at the big boss, better be safe than sorry, the witch nodded, acknowledging him wordlessly.

Draco on the other hand, hugged her, while she was reluctant to turn the hug, and the kiss on the check, since now she is seeing that, he again lied to her about Severus being dead, she did not move, and frowned at him when stood back and looked at her, his eyes were pleading for her forgiveness, but he didn’t say a word, not wanting to aggravate her, or get her into trouble because of him and her hot temper! Noticing all the while that Lord Voldemort stepped closer to her, his hand in the small of her back, pushing her softly towards the dining table.

Severus wanted to throttle his godson, especially that he knew his master threatened the witch with something, and she was hanging by a thread, ready to explode all over again. The tension in the room was so palpable he could cut the atmosphere with a knife. He breathed a sigh of relief when his Lord suggested they sit and eat

“Let’s sit down and eat gentlemen, I am sure Hermione is starving ”. Lord Voldemort pulled her chair, she sat down. No wooden stiff seat for her this time, thank you very much! Her name rolling off his lips was an explicit message to Zabini, who sat on Severus Snape’s left, the Dark Lord sat on her right, Draco on her left facing his colleague, while the professor sat across from her and Lord Voldemort.

Draco had that flat unreadable mask on his face, and she knew he was flipping this new information in his head, not liking the implications. Again the subtle message he sent to his CG Malfoy was received loud and clear, Roger.

She was seething inwardly, because the suggestive manner in which he spoke her name, gave the impression of a caress, a remembrance of secret pleasures they alone were privy to, as if it takes a 1^st class curse breaker to know what was he hinting at, huskily uttering her name, with a depraved and a lecherous gleam in his eyes, they would now all think she was sleeping with him, jerk!

‘Yes, you are always wide …. Awake? Is the word, isn’t it? Her double interjected, while searching through a thick open dictionary, in her lap.

‘Not Now!’

‘Or is it mouth open wide? Or wide open?’

‘Shut your open mouth’

‘Just thought you should know the antonym’

Grinding her teeth, looking around her, she saw the two snakes namely Snape and Blaize smirking knowingly, one blond scowling and the mother snake or rather father snake of all snakes grinning jubilantly.

Looking down at her plate filled with a grilled thick juicy steak, steamed veggies and mashed potatoes, with a delicious aroma wafting her way, she was considering kicking him under the table, and throw her plate at the other two, then changed her mind quickly. Not good! She is losing her temper more easily than she ever did, where went her poise and fortitude?

The underhanded snake bastard was undermining her endurance bit by bit, like the sea waves carve the rocks, insidiously, slowly, and harmfully, rendering her vulnerable to any of his subtle onslaughts on her senses through “punishments”, stealthy disclosures just like now “Snape is still alive, Yay! Happiness and joy!” and his unholy machinations, in the vein of turning her into his sex-slave! ‘I hate him, I hatehim, Ihatehim.’

Still frowning, contemplating her lunch, his silky voice breathed heat into her ear when he murmured, “You don’t expect the food to jump into your mouth, do you?” Snapping out of her gloomy ruminations, she glowered at him, but said nothing and started to eat.

Severus watching the tension between the two, and the hostile vibes coming his way, from the witch, decided to lighten the ambiance a bit, he took a sip from his water glass, and addressed his ex student softly and genuinely concerned “ How are you feeling now Miss Granger, Lord Voldemort informed us you were sick before noon?”

“I have been better professor Snape” she almost snapped at him.

“Now now Hermione, don’t be harsh on the men, they were all just doing their job”.

His condescending drawl drove her to stick both her knife and fork into the steak, imagining it was his heart, if he had one! Oh how satisfying it would be to slice it to pieces! She mumbled under her breath “Yes, their job is lying, spying, killing, and raping helpless girls…”

Though she breathed it low, still the Dark Lord heard her; he tensed a bit and then asked out of the blue “You wanted to know who cast the ‘Subsisto Cruor’ on you Hermione have you not?”

Hermione’s Head snapped up to look at him with a mystified look in her eyes, she enunciated “The Subsisto Cruor? It is a healing spell, it is used for hemorrhages!”

“Indeed Ms. Granger, 10 points to Gryffindor” Severus remarked smirking, and she wanted to just strangle him, asshole, making fun of her, in front of all in attendance, just like he used to do, in Hogwarts, calling her the know-it-all.

A depressing ache tore at her heart remembering all the insults and demeaning attitudes she had to tolerate, not only in Hogwarts but from her supposedly “best friends” later on, always in presence of other people, or some of the Order members, always having to defend her knowledge as if it was a bad thing, her anger was all of a sudden dowsed, images and words filled her mind, and her eyes started to moisten, she breathed in deep, trying to stop her tears.

She lost track of time, of her location, and the four men around her, she was propelled back in time to her destabilizing awkwardness, demoralizing thoughts of inadequacy, the injurious innuendoes like Ginny told her once ‘she should always keep a book at hand to cover her ugly face’, or Ron who told her snidely that ‘her head won’t work any Wizard’s wand, if she did not open her blabbermouth for something more useful’.

She was so engrossed in her reminiscences of painful moments, she was caught again, like before, by her reflexive defense mannerisms, unconsciously her body took the numerous times rehearsed posture, her shoulders slumped, she bent her head down, her hair following the motion, hiding her flushed face.

Her two Slytherins friends stopped their smiles when they noticed the changes in her, knowing quite well what was happening, a troubled look passed between the two, and they glared both at Severus.

This latter was taken aback by her out of character demeanor. He wasn’t intending his remark as an insult, he was trying to make a joke, except ..maybe it was of a bad taste? Given that he never granted her any points for her performance in his classes, apart from what she deserved, straight Os.

While Lord Voldemort noticed her flushed face, defeated posture, her misting eyes, he also observed how she tried to make herself small, and hide behind her hair. He felt a twinge in his chest, she looked like a kicked puppy, and he did not like it. Not at all! Where is the feisty, furious woman, all fire and fury, who forced him to use his magical aura on her, not ten minutes ago?

He looked towards Severus to see him looking thoughtful and even a bit regretful? Then the two other glaring young men, they knew something he didn’t, that just won’t do! The whole atmosphere was now ruined; he cleared his voice and said,

“Only 10 points Severus, no wonder most of your students dropped Potions after OWLs. This healing spell is only known for those who passed their second year in Healing studies! But no matter, so Hermione, as I was saying, do you want to know who tried to constrict and even stop your magic?”

She nodded, she did not care to know anymore, but she just couldn’t speak just right about now, she was feeling so empty and forlorn inside.

“It was Albus Dumbledore, Hermione, since your first year at Hogwarts.”

The witch closed her eyes when tears started to flood her cheeks, she wanted to simply die.



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