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Void	By : katiecld Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 21190 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, they belong to J. K. Rowling and I do not make any money from my stories.

Chapter List
- 1-Empty
- 2-Sear
- 3-Try
- 4-Hold
- 5-Stay
- 6-Start
- 7-Fun
- 8-Dark
- 9-Work
- 10-Ceremony
- 11-Comfort
- 12-Class
- 13-Wrath
- 14-Hate
- 15-Over
- 16-Kiss
- 17-Say
- 18-Mine
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First precipitable thought that went through my head was that someone seriously needed to close the blinds. I shoved the covers over my head and groaned, the unmistakable feeling of someone shoving razor blades into my skull reminding me that I need to quit my drinking habit. I felt around, surprised to find me wearing an old night gown my mum got for me several years ago. Shoving the covers off my body I quickly looked around, shielding my eyes. I was at home? How did that happen?
Several minutes passed before I managed to summon the will to get me out of bed. My mothers old night gown lay over my vanity chair so I picked it up and wrapped it around my torso. A note and vial lay neatly on the corner of the surface. I picked up the letter, unfolding it and slowly scanning the words, my brain taking quite a lot longer than my eyes to register.

“In order to keep you from severely injuring yourself I was forced to bring you back to your home.

The potion is to ensure you keep down your breakfast, I suggest you take it, along with plenty of water.

To avoid having to put out someone else in future, try not to find yourself in the same desperate situation again.”
I automatically worried my lip in my teeth at the thought of who exactly might have brought me home... Dressed me too! That aside, I decided to down the potion in one, trying not to gag at the grainy texture of it. After only a few seconds my mind started to clear, the weight on my stomach lifting and headache fading into a little blip. Smiling, I decided to chug down the room temperature glass of water that the mystery man had left out for me the night before.
Crooks mewled loudly at my feet, obviously needing to be fed.
“I'm coming, I'm coming,” I sighed. “Just, get out of the way of my feet, you're always trying to trip me.” I slipped my slippers on, shuffling out of the room and down to the kitchen. After feeding my very pampered cat, a loud tapping sounded at the window. I swivelled around, instantly regretting the motion when I had to brace myself against the counter. When I got my bearings I noticed a common owl tapping on the glass above the sink. I opened it.
“Hello there.” I smiled, receiving a chirp after the letter dropped from it's beak.
“Wait there.” Moving to the left wall cabinet I plucked out a small treat for the bird, fed it and sent it on it's way.
The face of the letter read; “Miss Hermione Granger.” in fluid, and very recognisable handwriting.

“Hermione.

I wished to write to inform you that we may have a new position opening up at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I wanted you to be the first to know after knowing how keen you were to continue staying at the school.

If you'd accompany me to tea tomorrow afternoon at five we can discuss whether or not you would like to research the position further, and of course, it would be nice to know how you have been doing.

Hope all is well.

Headmistress of Hogwarts, Professor Minerva McGonagall.”
I couldn't help but beam. Though it was short lived when I realised that I'd have to talk to her, face to face. Obviously didn't look well. I'd lost too much weight with not eating. I'd told almost everyone that I'd managed to get a job in one of the little book shops in Diagon Alley, no one questioned me, though it was obviously a lie. I had managed to avoid seeing Ron and Harry the last few months, not wanting them to notice or worry. Both of whom were working for the Ministry of Magic. Harry having proposed to Ginny Weasley and Ron now dating some girl whose name I kept forgetting. They were so busy that they didn't put up much protest when I didn't meet with them. As far as they were concerned, I was working in a book store, happy, healthy and spending my time with my head in books. Not miserable, unhealthy with an addiction to alcohol, and my shameful full blown need to whore myself out to anyone willing to give me enough of their time to satisfy my self destructive nature. But I wanted to keep it that way.
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That night, despite the news of potential employment, I found myself back in the bar, the same bar as last night, usually I changed it around but I couldn't be bothered, I managed to charm another man into buying me several rounds of drinks before causally asking if he'd like to make use of my... 'Services'. I realised earlier in the day that I had one too many bills overdue and if I didn't pay a bit of all of them by tomorrow evening I could find myself without power and water. As much as I did this for myself, I also did it for the money, no jobs were going anywhere, after all. Tomorrow I would be accepting a position at Hogwarts and quite frankly I didn't care what position that was, I would take it none-the-less. I didn't know how I would handle living without this regular habit, but I knew I needed to change, whether or not my determination was good enough was yet to be seen.
“Okay...” The man slurred and he ran his hand lazily up my leg.
“I need the money first.” I retorted. He just shifted and shoved a bag of coins into my hands before dragging me up from the stool and into one of the rooms to the back. He ripped my shirt clean off, actually ripped it.
“Woah, easy.” I warned. Shoving me face first onto a desk he tugged my skirt up. He clawed down my back, most likely drawing blood, I hissed loudly, trying to shove him off.
“Don't scar me!” I yelled.
“Tough, stupid whore should learn to keep her mouth shut.” I could hear the venom behind his words, my heart raced with panic as I realised I might have got myself in some serious danger.
I heard the seems of my underwear ripping as he roughly jerked them aside, lining himself up without any preparation. I closed my eyes tightly as he nudged my opening, knowing that this would burn, potentially rip me right open. Then it happened, one quick shove and he was the whole way inside me. My eyes welled up with the burning pain.
“Fuck, you're so tight.” He shuddered. The shrill cry dying in my throat.
“You like that don't you? Filthy whore!” He pulled the whole way out, and the whole way back in without a second thought, I felt something hot drip down my leg, I knew it wasn't good.
My body jerked and black spots started to fill my vision. I tried to stay as quiet as I could but it wasn't easy with the feeling of getting torn in two.
I gagged, feeling my head lull against the table, I knew any minute I'd black out and he might take this to some other level so I fought to stay conscious. The very real possibility of death proving to to be a very effective motivator.
The door slammed open. I couldn't see through the blur of tears but I heard the man behind me protest before getting pulled away, and out of me. A small deja vu from yesterday sprang to mind, the feeling of the man's length grate it's way out of my tender core made me shudder with pain.
“Must you always be causing me trouble?” The familiar voice drawled. The previous man scurried out of the room, cursing as many foul words as he could in the direction of the opposing figure.
“Who--?” I started, before I got yanked up, my skirt fell down, the scraps of my shirt tattered across the table.
“I was more than happy to go about my evening, regardless of your activities, but your insufferable howling would rival a Mandragora.” He hissed in my ear, clear impatience and aggravation in his tone. I instantly recognised the man's voice. Wiping my eyes with the back of my forearms I looked around to see none other than Severus Snape, in all his intimidating glory. His black eyes boring into mine, the realisation for my situation dawning on me and I quickly covered my naked flesh. He barked a laugh.
“Rather late for that don't you think?” He tugged on the ropes of his cloak, shrugged it off and draped it over my form. It was warm and smelled earthy, like musty sandalwood and sage.
“Out.” He commanded, gesturing to the door. I scurried through, pulling the oversized cloak tight to my frame. I kept moving, passed all the staring faces and out the bar. I wasn't nearly as drunk as yesterday, which I momentarily cursed, I think I'd rather forget tonight, or at least the extra drink might have stopped me focusing on the throbbing pain between my legs.
“Move.” Snape commanded, again. I didn't even think, I just moved, straight ahead as fast as I could without running. Behind me he easily kept up, his long strides matching my hurried pace with much more grace. I noted we were headed towards the apparition point so I jogged the last few steps. Snape seeming to have beat me to it. He gripped my upper arm through the cloak tightly and with a loud pop, we were outside my house again.
“I will not waste my time saving you again Miss Granger, am I understood?” He almost growled.
“I didn't ask to be saved.” I spat. Though admittedly I was more grateful than I seemed, and maybe he knew that.
“Come.” He instructed, moving towards my house. I was about to tell him that perhaps he lacked some basic manners but I was surprised he was walking me to my door. I followed. Then I was even more surprised when he went into my house without me.
“Excuse me, I didn't say you could come in.” I stated as I stood in the threshold.
“This is how it is, Miss Granger. Unfortunately, thanks to your lack of better judgement, your current...” He glanced quickly up and down my body. “... Career choice, you are very clearly injured.” He finished.
I opened my mouth to respond and he just lifted his hand to stop me.
“And due to that, I'm compelled to ensure you don't bleed to death right here on the floor, not to mention all over my best cloak.” He weakly gestured to the floor at my feet but didn't look, he simply turned towards my kitchen and disappeared through the door. I looked down briefly before realising there was a rather large trail of blood down my leg and puddled on the floor. Oh god. The panic started to rise, making my cheeks sting red and my breathing quicken.
“Hurry up, Miss Granger, I don't have all night.” His voice, cool, composed, calm, radiated from the kitchen. I pulled myself out of my stare and toed into the kitchen.
“Take off the cloak and come here.” He was washing his hands in the sink as he instructed. I realised I wasn't wearing anything but a ripped skirt and hesitated. He sighed and turned.
“I understand your hesitation Miss Granger, but it's here, with me, or at St. Mungo's or any Muggle hospital, where you'll have to explain how you got into this state to the staff.” He barked. “Now hurry up, if you don't comply I'm appariting you to St. Mungo's, without my cloak and leave you to your own devices.” He slammed his hand on the draining board. “I'm sure they'd love to know what one of the famous Golden Trio was doing in the shadiest pub around?” Seething he dried his hands.
Without a beat I dropped the cloak, the utter mortification of having to tell people what happened outweighed the uncomfortable feeling of being mostly naked in front of my former professor. Gingerly I stood next to him, my arms automatically covering as much skin as I could.
He turned and lifted me onto the counter without so much as a warning, I yelped at the sudden cold contact with the surface. With one swift movement my skirt came clean off, leaving me totally naked bar shoes and socks.
“What!--” I cried out, struggling to hide my modesty. With an impatient grunt he shoved my knees wide apart, spreading me far, exposing everything to him. My embarrassment was suddenly shot when a jolt of searing pain drummed through me.
My legs automatically jerked, trying to close, to save myself the agony. Snape let them close but only slightly, easing the spread of the now obvious injury, though I didn't dare look, keeping my eyes on the ceiling to avoid even having to gaze at the man between her legs.
“Such a careless witch.” He stated, I wanted to protest but before I could, he gently placed his thumbs on my outer labia, and wandlessly cleaned all the blood from my thighs, along with everywhere else for that matter. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a small jar, before I had the chance to wonder what it was, he had opened it and started to gently rub it into my intimate area, starting at the skin between my anal passage and vagina entrance. I shuddered involuntarily, by the feeling of his fingers alone I could tell that I'd ripped a massive part of me, I hoped it would heal properly. If I went to a muggle hospital I'd have stitches, magically I might be okay.
All of this happened in complete silence.
Moments later the patch he'd just rubbed, started to sting and tighten, the once numb pain started to sear and I cried out, backing as far as I could away from him on the counter.
“Keep still.” He cursed as he dragged me back by the hips. Bracing me with one hand, his other continued to rub the salve into my folds, travelling all around, even massaging little circles into my sensitive bundle of nerves, bringing my mind off the pain suddenly to quiver out of reflex. Satisfied that I wouldn't move, he retracted his hand from my hip and situated it beside his other, using more salve to rub into the open wound, and the other hand very slowly kneaded into my clitoris. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that this was bad, but at that very moment I couldn't take my mind off those fingers, circling, pressing, rubbing at the same spot. I noticed my body was shaking and I was panting audibly. My cheeks blushing when he very gently entered a finger into my core and rubbing it against my inside walls. My groan echoing off the walls.
The stinging sensation had stopped, and been replaced with flooding warmth. I heard him mutter, when I focused I realised he was chanting something. His fingers still moving, the coil inside me winding tight, too tight. I let out a jittery gasp as the pressure inside me became too much. It would only take a little bit more...
Then he stopped, the hands stilled, and before I could stop it I gave out an agitated grunt. The second my mind caught up with me I blushed so hard my cheeks hurt. If he noticed he didn't call me on it.
“You're as healed as I can manage with my current supplies.” He informed before getting up from a chair, that I didn't know he conjured. The sudden chill on my swollen privates made me instinctively close my legs, then covered my body with my arms as I came to my senses. I shook slightly, not sure if it was caused by the cold, or the reeling excitement, but his cloak, now clean, came to rest over my body. The jar of salve coming to rest on the counter by my knee.
“You'll need to apply this again in an hour, then again tomorrow morning and night. Rub onto the affected area for exactly two minutes each time, don't bathe or shower for at least two hours after.” And with that, he left the room , and in turn left the house and then the street, with a pop.
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I know, this story is rather fast paced but what can I say? I'm impatient? I'm trying to add a story that is as true to the characters as possible.
I want to thank;
wildkitsune and excessivelycomplex
For the first reviews, they were simple but made me smile and kept me enthusiastic.
I hope you enjoy and apologise for potential spelling mistakes!
~GW
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