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Turn On The Darkness	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 21044 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Thank you for reading so far, please leave a review. And yes, what had to be done was done. But don't think she'll be happy about it.

The space around them stopped spinning all too quickly and she was unsteady on her feet, collapsing into him as they landed. He had expected that. But her thrashing arms and kicking legs landing hard against his body he had not been as readily prepared for. Hermione shrieked, kicking and pounding her arms against him trying to free her body from his clutches; succeeding only in knocking him back against a wall with her atop him.

            Severus fought to hold his ground and then grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them together tightly with one hand. He forced her arms high above her head and twisted them until she shrieked, doubling over as the pain shot through her body. He hadn’t meant to pull quite so hard as to pull her shoulder from its socket but it had stilled her for the moment. Sobs filled the room as the pain surged through her. One heavy hand gripped her side, clutching tight to her ribs while the other pinned her against the wall.

            “Get off me!” she sobbed, the pain in her shoulder so sharp that she was unable to move to properly push him off. “Let me go! Get off!”

            His hand flew hard against her mouth, clamping tight against her lips and he leaned his hip against hers to keep her pressed against the wall. “You would do well to stay still lest this hurt all the more,” he growled. Before she could attempt to protest he’d gripped his hand firm against her shoulder, tugged and then pushed forcibly against it. With a harsh pop her shoulder bone was pushed back into her socket.

            Again she shrieked out in pain, her knees buckling beneath her and she crumpled to the floor. Hermione continued to cry, kicking weakly as he yanked her to her feet and dragged her into a room with a bed. She struggled against him trying to ground her weight as he threw her to the mattress and immediately crawled atop her. “No!” she cried, pawing at his chest as he pressed his weight against her. Tugging one arm above her head he wrapped it tightly in a silk tie and bound her to the top corner post. She wailed and did her best to fight him but soon found her other arm and legs bound as they had been before at the Malfoy manor; only this time with silk scarves rather than cold metal manacles.

            Her chest shook with sobs and her breathing was erratic as she hiccoughed and choked on her tears. “Why?” she shouted, her voice cracking with strain. “Why must you do this?”

            Severus said nothing as he moved from the bed and left the room. She could hardly see through her swollen red rims; the room was simple, the bed she was tied to, a door on the opposite wall. He returned a moment later holding a jar in one hand. As his weight depressed the mattress she began to struggle once more. “Let me go! Help!” she shouted.

            He stood and let the jar rest on what she supposed was a nightstand near the head of the bed. A drawer was slid open and the sound of rummaging met her ears. Hermione’s eyes grew wide as he withdrew a roll of shiny silver tape. Ripping a length from the roll he plastered it over her mouth and then tossed the roll back into the drawer. She sobbed, though her cries were muffled; tears still streaking down her face.

            “Without magic you are going to make this very, very difficult,” he said and retrieved the jar before sitting once more at the foot of the bed. Her legs were spread apart as they had been before and he sighed, unscrewing the lid and dipping his fingers in. “This is going to sting.”

            Hermione screeched; trying to force her legs together as he began to rub a bright blue salve against her flesh. The wounds were still fresh, some still bleeding, and it stung nearly as bad as when he’d nicked her with the dulled blade. It felt as if her skin were on fire. She sobbed, choking as she could not swallow properly with the tape against her mouth and tears still fell down her cheeks. She shook her head hard, desperately trying to withdraw from his touch as she felt his finger coated in the salve prodding at her entrance.

            It was excruciating and Hermione felt waves of dizzy blackness sweep through her as he slowly pushed his fingers inside of her sex, as if trying to coat her insides with the searing salve. Severus moved his fingers carefully to withdraw them from her before wiping them against the sheet. He frowned as he gazed at her body. She was still completely naked and the welts and burns from the Cruciatus curse seemed more prominent than before. He stood from the bed once more and left the room.

            She longed to curl up into a ball and die; at least it would have been less painful. He returned again, carrying a different sized jar, this one was taller and more narrow than the previous one had been. And this time he sat on the side of the bed rather than at the foot. “This will burn,” he said and unscrewed the cap.

            Her eyes were nearly swollen shut with tears as she begged him, her words muffled with sobs against the duct tape as he dipped his fingers into the potion jar. A thick pink goop coated his flesh and without hesitation he began to apply it to the welts and burns on her skin. She shuddered and groaned, screaming despite the tape as it seared against her already damaged flesh. As he pressed his fingers against a particularly large welt on her chest, Hermione felt a heavy wave of blackness settle over her and then there was nothing but darkness.

            Time had passed though she wasn’t sure how much. Her eyes flew open and she was met with a soft orange glow. She could hear crackling of a fireplace though she could see neither mantle nor flames. She twisted her limbs; they ached with a dull throb, only to find that she was still bound to the bed. At least the silk scarves were not cutting into her flesh as the metal manacles had done. Her eyes roamed the room and they went wide as they settled on him.

            Severus stood over her, watching her and it occurred to her that she was still very much naked. “You bastard,” she hissed, surprised that there was no longer tape binding her mouth. He said nothing as he moved slowly to sit next to her. “Get away from me!” she cried. She tossed her body violently as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Wincing in pain she cried out. “Get off me! Don’t touch me! Untie me! Let me go!”

            “You would not have allowed me to heal your wounds had I not bound you,” he said simply. “And you are not done healing.”

            “You— you— raped—” she began to sob, the anger so full in her voice that her whole body shook.

            “I had little choice.” His face was passive. There was nothing apologetic or sympathetic about his tone of voice. It were as if he conducted conversations of the like on a daily basis. It made her eyes swim with rage.

            “You could have used the bloody portkey before you defiled me!” she shrieked.

            Severus held her gaze and waited until her sobs quieted before speaking. “An unplottable location is still plottable if the wand used to unplot it is still viable. They would have used our winds to find us and we would both be dead.” He said simply.

            “I’d prefer it!” she sobbed. “You let them torture me! You helped them! You took— you— y—” she broke down into a fit of tears, hiccoughing and struggling to breath as she twisted violently against her bonds. “Don’t touch me!” she cried again as he placed a hand against her ribs. Two of them had been cracked and without magic they would be difficult to heal.

            He pressed harder against her cracked ribs and she cried out, sinking flat into the mattress. “I suggest you lay still lest you fracture another rib, Miss Granger.” He said. Severus stood from the bed and moved toward the door.

            “Release me! Let me go, you filthy Death Eater!” she cried.

            “This is the only way,” he spat, rounding to face her, eyes burning black. “Now shut your mouth and rest so that your wounds can heal.” Without another word he stalked over to what she assumed to be the fireplace, tossed a bucket of water over the fire, which plunged the room into darkness, and stalked back over to the doorway. “It was the only way to save you,” he spat and then exited the dark room. Thank you for reading. Please leave a review.
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