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Breaking Forwards	By : lastcrazyhorn Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 13749 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Not mine. J.K. Rowling's fandom. She's makes money off these stories and I do not. Nor will I ever. Harry Potter is all hers. sniffles But the weird twisted shit? Muahahhaa.

Chapter List
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A/N – A shorter, but fairly active chapter. Non-con warning in effect.
Chapter 24 – Copycats
Hermione had always fought with Ron. It was a familiar part of her life. That hadn't changed when they had finally gotten together. They still fought. They still argued.
What did change was how they spent the rest of their time.
It hadn't taken much to get her into bed with him. Oh, she had put up a token effort of putting him off until marriage or until they were at least engaged, but truthfully she had been just as interested as him. Maybe it was because she knew her mother Wouldn't Approve of it in the least. That's how it appeared in her mind too. She always imagined her mother's opinions capitalized. The woman had very specific ideas of how a young woman Should Behave, and Hermione suspected that she often did not measure up to those preexisting standards.
It had mattered to her very much as a child, but that desire to prove herself to her mother had waned somewhat when she had discovered Hogwarts and magic. Learning was all well and good; it was something her mother had Emphasized throughout her childhood after all, but there was more to being a woman than just intelligence.
Poise and dignity made up significant parts of that subject, and while Hermione knew the fundamentals of such ideals, she had never been very adept at putting them to practice.
Thus, when Ron had first asked her to be his girlfriend and then later asked her into his bed, it hadn't taken much for her to agree to go against her mother's wishes that she do otherwise.
Perhaps, like Harry and his relatives (although for very different reasons), Hermione instinctively knew that she would never be able to meet her mother's overly ambitious standards.
"Except she was right," Hermione said softly, appearing on the bed next to Severus.
He looked up from the book in surprise and looked the girl over appraisingly. This Hermione was dressed in actual clothes, a definite improvement from her previous counterpart.
"How exactly was your mother right, child?"
"No good would come of him, of us, of me . . ." she trailed off and looked away, seeming to hunch in on herself as she did.
"What did he do to you?" He reached out a hand to touch her shoulder, but pulled it back just before doing so.
It likely would have not been well received.
"She won't tell you if she knows what's good for her!" A booming voice came from his other side.
Severus threw himself to his feet, his wand out in one hand, holding Sleeping Beauty to his chest protectively with the other. Ron Weasley, in all of his naked glory, was standing in front of him with a sneer to rival that of the worst Slytherin plastered on his face.
Severus very pointedly did not look down past the boy's neck, nor did he drop his wand.
"If she doesn't want to be feeling it tomorrow!" Ron raised his voice and peered around Severus to the still quiet Hermione.
Out of the corner of his eye, Severus saw a slight flinch from the girl and he gave the boy opposite him a particularly dark look for it.
"You are not welcome here, Mr. Weasley," he said, speaking in as cold a voice as possible.
There was no good reason for the boy to have such a strong presence within the girl's mind. After all, the child's mother was as strong a matriarch as any he had ever seen. The woman could likely put some of Black's relatives to shame, and yet here she was only a portrait, while the boy was a fully fleshed creature.
He couldn't bring himself to think of Weasley as a man. If what they suspected of the youngest Weasley male was true, then he truly was anything but.
I am staring down a monster from within a traumatized child's mind.
"That's not what she says," Weasley said with a distasteful leer.
"She is confused. That's why I am here," Severus retorted quickly, taking a step closer.
"Why would she trust you? She's my girlfriend," Weasley challenged.
"And as my student, I have sworn to protect her," he said, taking another step forwards.
"Protect her from what?"
"You! Avada Kedavra!" He shouted. Weasley's face contorted in response to the bright green flash and behind him he heard Hermione scream.
Then abruptly, Weasley disappeared from sight and he turned back to face the frightened girl.
"You k-killed him!" A teary eyed Hermione accused.
"Only a copy of him, Miss Granger," he replied tiredly. "It would seem that Mr. Weasley has been poking around in your mind when you were not looking."
"W-Why would he do that! He wouldn't!" She spluttered, staring wide eyed back at him.
Ignoring her, Severus turned back to the bed and picked up the book again.
"Are you listening to me! He wouldn't do that!" She screeched.
"Who are you trying to convince?" He responded without looking up from the story account in his hands.
Hermione looked at her naked reflection in the mirror, bringing a hand up to hesitantly touch the bruises across her chest and neck. She enjoyed the sex, but she wished they could make love to one another without her being in pain afterwards. It wasn't sexy to be hurt. It almost seemed that Ron didn't know his own strength sometimes.
"Hermione? Honey? Are you in there?"
Shite! Her mum!
Quickly, she grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her body, hoping that it was enough to cover the bruises on her neck.
"All clean," she said upon opening the door and presenting herself.
"Are you okay Hermione?" Her mother asked, going over her with a critical eye.
"Just a little tired mum," she murmured, slipping past her and going to her room.
"Hermione . . ."
"Mum, what? I'm really tired. I just want to go to bed," was her impatient answer.
"I know you think you love him, Hermione, but maybe it's time to take a break? Just for a few days. You're worn out. I don't know what you two have been doing—."
"—You don't know, because you've never cared to ask, mum," Hermione interrupted, a touch angrily.
"He's a boy, Hermione. You know what boys want."
"I care a lot for him, mum. And he cares for me! I'm fifteen years old. You weren't much older than that when you married daddy!"
"And I admitted that I should have waited! You can be an adult for the rest of your life. Are you sure you want to take that step now?"
If only her mother knew.
"She doesn't care about what I want," Hermione said with a snarl, distracting Severus from the account.
"And what exactly do you want, Miss Granger?"
"I—," the girl started and then turned away, her eyes distant as she thought. "I want to belong with someone," she said finally, turning back to him.
He nodded. "But not to someone, correct?"
The girl didn't answer.
"There is a difference, Miss Granger; 'with' implies equal standing, while 'to' implies ownership. Is Mr. Weasley your equal? Or is he your keeper?"
She looked away and after a moment he went back to his reading.
"Come on Hermione! No one's gonna catch us!" Ron whinged pathetically to her. They were sitting in what Severus recognized as the Gryffindor common room.
"I'm not ready for that yet, Ron!" She hissed back in a low voice to him, trying to focus on the text in her lap.
Severus noted with some interest that it was his potions textbook that she was using to ignore the annoying redheaded boy.
"Fine," the boy finally huffed, slumping back in the garishly red armchair.
Hermione smiled at him for a moment and then went back to her studies. As a result, she missed the flare of fury that briefly burned in Ron's eyes at her rebuttal.
"You can try to ignore me all you like! But it won't work!" The petulant voice came from Severus's other side and looked up from the book to find a—thankfully—clothed Ronald Weasley sitting there with a twisted expression on his pale face.
"She'll see! I'll teach her a lesson!" He hissed, barely glancing at Severus.
"And did you?" He asked warily.
"Keep reading," Ronald grinned coldly at him.
She thought she could refuse him what he wanted?
He had studied a lot more that previous summer than ever before. He had discovered muggle sleeping pills. They were a cheaper alternative to obtaining the wizarding potions equivalents. And of course, Percy had helped him.
"Why did he help you?" Severus looked back to the Weasley copy still sitting beside him.
"Because I knew he'd been fucking Ginny!"
A Weasley willing to blackmail an incestuous brother? It is mindboggling.
He turned back to where Hermione had flopped down on the floor and narrowed his eyes. She was staring off listlessly into space, her eyes wide and unseeing.
"You did this to her," he hissed, grabbing Ronald by the front of his shirt and pulling him in close to his face.
"She wouldn't do what I said," the boy—the monster—grinned back, completely unconcerned with his own safety.
Why should he be? The real Ronald Weasley isn't here.
"How many times have you tampered with her memory?"
The boy sneered back at him. "As many times as I wanted."
"Every time you adjusted her memory, you left a piece of yourself behind, am I correct?" Severus growled; his hypothesis confirmed as the damnable boy started giggling.
"How many times?"
Weasley only laughed harder, ignoring Severus as his countenance grew decidedly darker. Then, without warning, he snapped and threw a hard right at the idiotic creature. Ronald Weasley's head cracked backwards into the hard book bound bedpost, his nose smashed and leaking blood.
"She deserved it," Weasley managed before rolling off the bed and melting away into the shadows.
Severus blinked in surprise and then looked down at his hand. It was fine.
"Miss Granger," he called out to the quiet girl on the floor. No answer. He sighed and looked back down at the book next to him.
A part of him wondered if it would be best to leave the girl's mind now and go hunt Ronald Weasley down.
But will she recover if I leave now? Will I even be able to find my way back in here again?
A distant rumble rolled through the massive library of Hermione's mind, and again he heard the telltale sounds of books being thrown from previously sturdy bookcases. The girl's world was breaking up, albeit slowly, but there was no doubt that her mind was beginning to crumble under the stress it was under.
It seemed that his question had been answered. He bent his head back down and studiously continued reading.
It hadn't been very hard for him to slip the ground up pills into Hermione's pumpkin juice. His girlfriend was so studious, so diligent; she barely noticed what she ate when she was studying, let alone that her drink had taken on an extra tang.
After that, it hadn't been very hard to convince her to take a short nap with him in his bed. Hermione, of course, was completely unaware that her sleepiness was medically induced, and of course would take more than a half an hour to recover from.
Severus blinked and quite suddenly he could see the situation unfolding in front of him. He was standing in the midst of the darkened Gryffindor boy's dorm, standing beside a bed with its curtains drawn. On a whim, he reached out and pulled the heavy fabric aside, revealing an unconscious Miss Granger and a gleeful Weasley.
The boy didn't look up at him, but Severus hadn't expected him to, since this seemed to be nothing more than a memory.
"Think you can deny me? Watch this!" Weasley whispered cruelly in her ear while drawing his hands down her sides.
Severus swallowed hard and steeled himself to watch as the rape unfolded before him.
"Miss Granger, where are you?" He called out, turning away from the unsettling scene and looking around the room.
No answer.
"This is your memory, Miss Granger! He took this from you! Don't you have anything to say?"
No answer.
Scowling, Severus turned back to the bed and took out his wand. "Stupefy!"
The beam of light hit Weasley in the middle of his chest and the boy dropped like a rock, disappearing as soon as his body hit the mattress.
Abruptly the ground under his feet began shaking, and the room began spinning madly around him. He closed his eyes against its sickening swirl and counted backwards through the ingredients in the Wolfbane potion.
He was only halfway through when the shaking stopped, and he hesitatingly opened his eyes.
"You don't get to say no to me, bitch!" Weasley slapped Hermione viciously across the face and then threw her struggling form on his bed.
"Ron! No! Stop, please!" She cried out as he kept slapping her.
Weasley finally stopped and then dragged his hand down to her trousers, pulling them open and then unzipping himself.
"What—What are you doing?" Hermione's voice was frightened.
"What's it look like, you little bitch?" Weasley retorted nastily, before driving himself into her body with an angry thrust.
"Do you see now, Miss Granger?" Severus called out to the room around them.
He thought he heard a soft sob come from behind him, but when he turned and looked, there was no one there.
"Incarcerous!" He shouted as he turned back around, ropes shooting from his wand and wrapping tightly around Weasley's surprised form.
And as before, the instant the ropes stilled, the boy's body disappeared from sight. And as before, the ground shook and the world swirled and Severus closed his eyes against the nauseating sight.
Again and again they went through the similar scenarios; Severus breaking the obliviations one by one before they happened in her forgotten memories; and Hermione letting herself move closer to the truth within her own mind.
Then without warning, suddenly silence came over the room they were in, and Severus found himself with an armful of weeping Hermione.
With an effort, Severus opened his eyes again to find the white sterile white walls of Hermione's infirmary room staring down at him. He looked up and saw a tear streaked face looking back at him from the opposite chair, and without thinking he stood up and drew her into his arms.
"It's t-true," she sobbed into his chest, holding onto him as though he were the last thing standing in-between her and madness.
"Yes, Miss Granger. It's true," he answered tiredly, directing her over to the bed. It was difficult, but he finally managed to convince her to release her stranglehold on his robes.
"Drink, Miss Granger," he instructing, holding the Dreamless sleep in front of her mouth, a warning in his eyes should she try to say no.
After she was asleep, Severus collapsed back in his seat and rested in his pounding head in his hands. He was exhausted and nauseated.
He wished he could truly rest, but there was still too much to be done.
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