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The room was cold and dark, as were all the rooms she had been in at the Malfoy’s manor. Unlike the others, however, this room was small and quiet, away from the busier parts of the house. Hermione lay sprawled on the floor between the two men who sat in chairs on either side of the empty fireplace.

She had been left exhausted and barely conscious by Voldemort, who had searched her mind once again for any sign of Harry. He had also pawed eagerly through the memories of the past week. He had enjoyed seeing the hate and anguish she had felt, and she had heard his laughter in her mind as Snape had forced himself on her, before making her beg for more.

“You seem to be going soft, Severus. You’ve been allowing her a few liberties.”

“My Lord?”

“It was a rather sweet scene between the two of you last night. You even gave her a present. Are you… growing attached to your little pet, Severus?”

“Not at all my Lord. I have several reasons, most of which I would prefer to discuss out of the mudblood’s hearing. I would hate to have a repeat of the problem last week, especially considering how she reacted to the correction.”

Indeed. You will have to investigate why she is having these… lapses. If you find the cause it may help in retrieving her missing memories concerning the boy.”

“I will look into it immediately, my Lord.”

Hermione heard Voldemort rise from his chair, Snape following him. The former stepped in front of her, pushing her head to the side so he could see her face.

“And the other reasons?”

“Reasons, my Lord?”

They both began to move towards the door.

“The ones you don’t mind discussing in front of the mudblood.”

The door creaked open.

“Just one, My Lord. She was beginning to look so… abominable. I was having… difficulty… enjoying her charms.”

Voldemort cackled loudly, the sound fading away as the door closed behind them. Hermione lay still, tears trickling down her cheeks.

The rain hammered down hard on the balcony as the dark clouds above rolled by. The dismal weather suited the mood of the man brooding under the arch at the top of the stone steps. Lightening occasionally flashed, illumining his stern features and the dreary castle below. His own, personal hell.

He was thinking about the girl again. She was occupying his mind more and more as the days went by, and he wanted desperately to find some way to be rid of her. This is becoming too dangerous, too complicated. We will be discovered. But he knew there was no way to get rid of her without ruining everything he had worked for for so long.

He remembered the way she had lay so broken on the floor at his feet earlier. For a fleeting moment he’d been worried that the Dark Lord had pushed her body too far with an extended bout of the Cruciatus curse, and that her heart had given out. He hadn’t been happy to find there had been no progress with reclaiming her lost memories. Snape’s mouth curled up imperceptibly at one side in satisfaction before disappearing again at the thought of how he had been punished for the same thing an hour later. The fingers at his side twitched slightly with remembered pain.

At least the Dark Lord had been pleased with the progress on the other matter, once he’d had everything pointed out to him, of course. Snape snorted quietly in disgust. There were far better ways to manipulate people than with power and fear. He had had to explain – in an unnecessary amount of detail – all of his actions involving the girl before the Dark Lord had been satisfied. Not that he really understood, even then.

*flashback*

“You have been showing the girl more care than I understand, Severus. I assume you will be explaining yourself, now she can no longer hear.

“It is simply a matter of manipulating her into trusting me, my Lord.”

“I don’t think that having her against her will will endear you to her particularly.”

“She is far too discerning for me to pretend to be her friend, and she will not respond to offers of power. It is a matter of approaching her in many different ways so as to leave her confused and wondering what to expect from me next. She was grateful for the hairbrush and the… kindness” his lip curled slightly at the thought. “She will be eager for more. She also knows that she will be punished for any infractions and misbehaviour. I have observed over the past years that she dislikes being in trouble for any reason, and therefore will constantly try to please me.”

“And the little tender scene last night?”

“An opportunity. I had not expected her to react so strongly to my injuries so I took advantage. I believe I made a lot of progress with her.”

He paused, but the Dark Lord just waved for him to continue.

She has a natural urge to save and protect, which overcame her dislike for me. She has been feeling sexually attracted to me for a while now, and last night was another chance for her to realise this.” He smirked mirthlessly.

The Dark Lord laughed. “Yes, I saw that particular memory also. She does enjoy herself in the bath, doesn’t she?” Snape frowned slightly, but he quickly wiped the expression from his face. The Dark Lord continued. “She was quite embarrassed when I found it. Such a naughty little mudblood, to entertain such dirty thoughts about her hated Slytherin professor.”

“It does make things slightly easier, my Lord. I have brought her close to climax a couple of times, as she is becoming quite frustrated. I will continue to delay her gratification until she earns it.”

“I am pleased with your efforts on that front, Severus. It expect she will soon be begging to please you. I assume you have a plan for when she gets to that stage.”

“Some ideas, my Lord. It will depend on the girl. It is inadvisable to stick to a predetermined course of action when dealing with manipulating someone’s mind this way. I must see what course of actions is best at the time.”

“Very well, continue as you see fit, for now. I will look forward to the entertainment next time you bring her. It will not be for two weeks at least as I will be travelling for some time. You are unlikely to be needed, and if you are, do not bring the girl, unless specifically instructed.

“And now, Severus. I want to hear why there has been no progress in restoring the girl’s memories. I could not see anything to indicate you even trying this past week. Can you explain why…?

*End Flashback*

Snape grimaced at the memory. He was lucky it had been over quickly this evening. He’d been anxious to get back to the girl and make sure someone else hadn’t found her. On the walk back he’d decided that a little care and concern wouldn’t be too difficult to justify, considering it was likely she had overheard the final comment her had made about her appearance. Keep her off-balance…

When he’d returned to the room he had found her coiled up in a tight ball where she’d been left, shivering, although whether it was from the cold or the fright he wasn’t sure. A quiet Incendio had lit the fire quickly and he had then scooped her up into his arms, and sat with her curled up in his lap while he rubbed some warmth back into her limbs. After ten minutes she had warmed up enough to come round a little, and she had opened her eyes, staring up at him with distrust, waiting for the catch. His fingers had moved to her hair. He had stroked it gently and rhythmically until her eyelids had closed again, and she had finally relaxed in his arms.

He’d left soon after that, her sleeping body wrapped safety in his robes, and a sneer ready on his face for anyone who might have seen. However he had managed to get away before it got late and others started arriving for the meeting and no one had spotted him carrying her. Luckily he was excused that meeting, having already reported and been given his instructions.

The girl had barely shifted in his arms as they had apparated back into his chambers, and he’d lain her down to rest for a few hours in her own bed. He’d had to supress the sudden urge to put her in his own bed. She’d have been more comfortable and warm. He frowned at the thought, as a gust of wind send a curtain of rain flying towards him. He dispersed it without thinking and the water hit the wall around him with a loud smack. He didn’t hear. What is wrong with me? Half the time I want to be rid of her, and the rest…

He brought his mind back to the present with a small shake of his head, He needed to decide whether to wake the girl this evening or let her have a good night’s sleep first. Eventually he decided on the former, guessing there was a good chance there was going to be a confrontation, and at least she would be able to sleep the worst of it off before working the next day.

He rubbed his face tiredly in a rare show of emotion, thinking of the agonizing evening that was sure to be in store for him. It’s no less than I deserve. He sighed gently and turned to go in, once again schooling his face back into its usual mask.

This time the girl who emerged from the pensieve was angry, her lips pressed tightly together and her eyes burning. When he saw her face he half expected for her to launch herself at him, but she visibly reined herself in before coming to stand in front of him, hands clenched in fists at her sides, and a tight look of restraint on her face.

“Why… sir? She spoke bitterly.

“Because it is necessary, Miss Granger,” was his only response.

She stared at him for a few moments, waiting for him to elaborate, and when she realised no further explanations were forthcoming, she turned on her heel and stalked out of the office. Snape tried to pretend he hadn’t seen the shimmer of tears in her eyes as she had fled.

“Severus, you know she deserves better explanation than that,” came a voice from the wall behind him.

“She is not the only one suffering, Albus, as well you know.” Snape ignored any further mutterings and turned his attention to the pile of parchment before him.

An hour later, having given up on getting anything done, Snape leaned back in his chair and sighed heavily. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get anything done until he had spoken to the girl. “Tiggy,” he called. The diminutive house elf popped into existence beside him, wringing her hands anxiously.

“What can I get for sir?” she squeaked.

“Bring us both something to eat. Something warming. Serve it in my library.” He assumed that was where the girl had gone.

“Tiggy is happy to serve.” She vanished with a small pop, but he had already pushed his chair back and was making his way towards his chambers, the elf forgotten.

Surprisingly she wasn’t in his library. Snape found her in the corner of the kitchen, staring desolately at nothing, her chin on her knees. He could see she had been crying hard, but the tears had dried up long ago. Snape stopped in front of her, holding out his hand. She peered up at him suspiciously, but didn’t take it. “Miss Granger, I have ordered dinner to be served in the library, and once you have eaten I we can discuss what you wish to know.” Her face brightened at the thought slightly.

She grabbed his hand and pulled herself up, but didn’t let go, instead stepping towards him and looking into his eyes. “It’s alright, you don’t need to explain anything. I understand… you do what you have to do… to protect us both. ”

Snape started back down at the girl pressing herself against him. How can she be so forgiving? He opened his mouth to reply, but realised he couldn’t agree with her. He wanted… no he needed for her to understand. When he told her so she just smiled gently up and him and nodded sadly in acquiescence.

(Some time later)

“Obliviate!”
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