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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31716 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: Longer chapter again, but I did want you to understand what is Hermione facing at the Manor. I hope you’ll have love/hate reaction to this and all the next chapters :)
Hermione fought the feeling of nausea that followed the apparating, she was more than proficient at it but still…it wasn’t pleasant feeling. This apparition was difficult, complicated and she would be mind-blown in normal conditions, but these were not normal conditions. They apparated, all of them, a total of ten people and one bird in a side-along. Snape refused to separate from the bird, she and Malfoy refused to separate with Snape and Harry didn’t want to let her alone.
She would really be in awe if they weren’t standing at the gates of Malfoy Manor. She scolded her features into a neutral mask. A shiver runs through her when they passed the wards.
Hades screech loudly and soared into the sky to be greeted with a soft hoot of an Eagle Owl. Part of conversation drifted to her.
“I should never allow you to name my Owl.” Grumbled Malfoy, walking by the floating stretch
“The name is fitting.”
“Mephistopheles? Honestly Severus, sometimes I wonder…”
“Only sometimes?”
The talk faded away. She would be more than a little curious, but she just didn’t have enough brain to process the information. With each step, her heart beat a little bit faster, until it reached the point where all sounds were muffled by the sound of blood, rushing in her ears. Even if she was desperately trying to keep her breathing normal, it still sounded in her head too loud and sort of echoey. The edges of her vision blurred.
She didn’t notice that Harry was talking to her until he took her hand, making her twitch and look at him sharply. He was still talking but she didn’t hear him at all. She just waved her head and squeezed his hand. He nodded, and they continued walking holding hands.
The moment they reached Manor she had a bone-crushing grip on Harry’s hand. He tried to return the squeeze and reassure her but it was pointless. She bit her lip hard enough to feel the coppery taste in her mouth. Closing her eyes for a second she crossed the threshold of the manor, cold marble greeted her with nauseating familiarity. ‘Don’t go into a drawing room, don’t go into the drawing room.’
Much to her relief they turned left toward the opposite wing of the manor. Her breathing got quieter and whoosh of blood started to subside a bit. Malfoy floated to her vision but she still couldn’t hear him. The first words she could make sense of where Harry’s words.
“… so you may tell her that later Malfoy, for now, I need to talk to her.”
“That is harsh not to mention rude, Potter” Malfoy’s voice “Why don’t you just drop the ‘politeness’ altogether and say what’s on your mind.”
“Fine. I don’t trust you Malfoy, not with her. If she is in any way…”
“Mr Potter, I did extend my invitation for Miss Granger to my house, not willingly but still. And for that, if nothing else, it is my obligation to see that Miss Granger is settled nicely in my home. I do not want her here but under the circumstances…I can guarantee you, as Lord and Master of the Malfoy family, not a single hair would be harmed of Miss Granger’s head. Is this to your satisfaction?”
“For now,” grumbled Harry
“Come now Potter, are you that daft to think I’d be crazy enough to harm one of the Golden Trio when it’s public knowledge that she is here?”
“Public knowledge?”
“Ah, I guess you didn’t manage to see today’s Daily Prophet. Miss Skeeter wrote a lovely if slightly insulting article.” Malfoy grinned and she felt like all the colour was lost from her face ‘I bet I know how lovely and how insulting article really is’
“Great, now I have to deal with that blasted woman again.” Mumbled Harry “Don’t worry, Hermione, I’ll sort out that situation. You just focus on getting Snape better”
She nodded. They reached the middle of the long, shadowed corridor on the second floor, and stopped in front the fifth door on the right. Malfoy charmed the stretch and opened the door. Snape, Hades, Malfoy and she passed, everyone else stayed outside.
She was confused. Room was spacious, in bright earthy colours. Huge bed dominated the room, fitted with burgundy coloured, soft linens. The dark cherry wood bed wasn’t four poser, but rather had short bed posts with ends that portrayed each of the four elements. The colour of linens complemented the pearl white colour of walls. Next to the bed was a silver stand for Hades, which he adopted instantly. Opposite to the entrance door was a row of the huge wall to wall windows, with transparent Pearl white drapes and much heavier burgundy over-drapes. Next to the wall was empty space and in there she places her sofa and her trunk. Across the bed was a large fireplace with fire merrily burning and warming the room. In the corner of that same wall was the door.
Malfoy carefully floated Snape to the bed and took care that he is covered and comfortable before turning to her.
“My promise to the Potter stay, you won’t be harmed, Miss Granger. It also stays what I told you, you are off limits outside this room unless it is a pool. Now, this is your en-suite.” He beckoned her to follow him, leading her to the large bathroom with a glass shower booth and huge claw legs tub. The bathroom was in beige and soft brown tones. “Your house-elf is Misty.” He continued returning them to the room “She is to give you your meals, she is familiar with Severus’s diet, she is also to take you to the pool and back by appearing you to and from the place. I. do. Not. Wish. To. See. You. Anywhere. In. The. House.”
“Mr Malfoy, I am here to help professor get better, not to enjoy the sight of the Manor. Once was more than enough.” She bit back wishing for Malfoy to vanish from the room. To her relief, he did just that, with slight tilt of the head he walked to Snape with words
“I’ll be here in the afternoon, rest now my friend. If you wish for any book from the library just ask Misty.” Snape just nodded and Malfoy walked out of the room.
She sighed a relief and plopped on the sofa, trying to get the firm grasp on her outer appearance, not to show any sign of weakness. Finally, raising her head she looked at the professor who was lying in the bed. The Stark contrast of milky white and black against dark red, she shivered. It reminded her too much of that night in the Shrieking Shack.
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All that shuffling tired him, too much. He felt at peace and anxious at the same time. This place was more home to him than any other. It also bore so many dark memories from a previous couple of years.
There were many surprises, first of all, this wing. He presumed they placed them so far away from the family wing because of her. He missed his old room, his books and familiarity of the heavy oak furniture. This room was similar but it missed so many details. The second surprise was the linens, Lucius knew he preferred plain white ones. Sensing the plot in his friend's actions he stayed quiet.
He will have to convince Lucius to give the girl at least a bit of manoeuvring space, to walk out of the room when they are talking. The little menace already was privy to more than he was willing to share with anyone.
She was the other puzzling thing that day, one which he could not overlook or understand. She moonwalked to the manor, clutching Potter’s hand like a life-line. She ignored Lucius when he tried to engage her in the conversation, something which was so atypical for her. She was quiet, and as much as that suited him more than her constant chattering, it worried him. He couldn’t figure it out what was going on with her. Not that he cared for her wellbeing, but she was attending to him. And, like it or not, he was rather dependent on her. Why was she acting like that?
He glanced at her. She was rummaging through her trunk, shifting things from it in the, too small looking, belt purse. He guessed there was more than one charm cast on that purse because no way that book of that size could fit in the purse without extension charm. But he could sense none. She finally settled with a book on her sofa. She nearly jumped when he called loudly
“Misty!” an elf, dressed in clean white Malfoy pillowcase popped in, she looked at him with respect and joy
“What Misty can do for Master Snape, sir?”
“Can you bring some food? I skipped my breakfast.”
“Right away Master Snape.” Squeaked elf and disappeared, just so that it could appear a few moments later with tray and deliciously smelling porridge, a bit watery but that is what Poppy was feeding him these days
She was on her feet, taking the tray from elf’s hands. Misty backed away like she had run into Fluffy.
“Thank you, Misty.” Hermione smiled politely to the elf “Would you want me to feed you Professor or Misty?” she asked, rubbing the salt to already bleeding wound and he waited ‘Any second now’.
“Misty can Master Snape. Maybe better Misty do it, not to dirty Master Snape with this muddy blood.” Misty almost forcibly took the tray back from Hermione who looked bemused.
“It is fine Misty after all, Miss Granger is here in the capacity of my personal house-elf.” He noticed her back go stiff
“Poor Master Snape does not deserve to be punished like that.” He agreed with elf completely “Misty will talk to Master Malfoy and see if Manor can spare proper elf. If Master Snape uses muddy blood for an elf, he insults the honour of all elves.” Misty gave one reproachful glance to Hermione who palled in response
“Do not worry Misty, Miss Granger is assigned to me from the hospital, and she will be returning to the hospital once I am declared healthy.” He purred to the elf
“Even a rent-an-elf is too good for the muddy blood.” Grumbled Misty “Master call Misty if he needs any help.” With that, she disappeared
With a sigh she took her wand, balancing the food tray in another hand, and cast a few spells on him, lifting him in sitting position, leaning on the piled up cushions. She approached the bed and sat on its edge, placing a tray on his lap. When she raised her eyes to his, he could see hurt in them
“You know, Professor, I don’t expect you to be nice but a bit of respect wouldn’t hurt.”
“Respect is earned, Miss Granger.” His voice was flat
“Still…” she trailed off, there was no fight in her and that worried him the last thing he needed is to be watched by the depressed person.
“I would like to eat and rest Miss Granger.” He hissed at her “This year if possible.”
She sighed, and took a spoonful of porridge, blowing at it
“I’d prefer if you don’t do that. I am confident that Misty had no intentions of burning my throat. I’d like to eat not gauge at food. Thank you”
She glared at him, but her eyes were still hurt. She shoved the spoon to him and he took the mouthful, hating the situation he was in more and more by the second. She was quiet, feeding him like the baby. He. Hated. It. Wishing to inflict at least the part of discomfort he felt on her he suddenly spoke
“Now, when Poppy is unavailable, I’d like to set some ground rules, Miss Granger.” She nodded “But first of all, I would like to know…why didn’t you call for Poppy when needed and instead tried to solve my problems using blatant, misplaced magic on me?”
“I already apologized for the mistake Professor.” She sounded tired
“Oh, I am not talking about a failed attempt at Legilimency, Miss Granger.” She looked at him confused and he grinned menacingly “I am talking about your usage of Ice Cold Air spell on my erection.”
“That.” She whispered, turning from pale white to scarlet in a manner of seconds “Well you see, … it was… just…I didn’t want to put you on the spot, and … I was afraid … that you would be mad at me… you know…for allowing anyone to see…well you know…you…in that state, I mean.”
“What state? Oh, come on, Miss Granger, surely if you can…assist…I am certain that you can speak of the said…state, without problems.” He enjoyed watching her stumble and fumble over her words. Her eyes roamed the wall above his head and scarlet deepened
“Well, …it wasn’t like I knew…how you would react…so…and I didn’t know…how… you know?”
“I am quite certain that I do not know. But I am curious why?” he lowered his voice to a silky purr
“Well, right…I waited, you know? Waited to…you know…go away?”
“What to go away?”
“Well,…you know.” She emphasized ‘you know’ with a nod of her head, turning almost sour cherry red in her face
“I am sure that I do not.” She just gaped at him ‘So you have no problem with lifting my covers but you have problems to speak to me about that!’ he thought angrily “Say. It. Miss. Granger.”
“Your…e…erection…sir.” She mumbled quietly. If her face was redder he could bake an egg and sizzled the bacon on it. He widened his grin, he would sell what is left of his soul to be able to staple his fingers together, place them in front of his face and lean towards her. That would scare the daylights out of her, but he had to satisfy himself with words. ‘Well Albus was right, words are the true source of magic, lucky for me, they can cut mightier than the sword as well.’ She raised her chin but her eyes were above his head still “I did wait, sir, really did. To pass on its own, you know…but I don’t know…how long it could stay…and I didn’t know the spell…but now I do!”
“So, to sum it up, Miss Granger. You first waited, then you decided to cripple me with an inappropriate spell?”
“Not to…cripple…you sir. Just to help.” She whispered
“I should be grateful, I suppose, that you didn’t come up with anything more…creative…” he purred the word creative watching her fridged uncomfortably “as a solution.”
“Oh no, sir! I would never…not without permission, sir!...NO!!! That’s not what I meant! I mean…I would not…Oh, Gods…” she whined and he suppressed the laughter, she was in the spot. There was no real answer to that statement, she could either admit that she would or negate and insult him and knowing her he knew she wanted neither of those. He allowed her to struggle for a while then yawned
“I’d like to rest now, Miss Granger.”
He watched as her face clashed in a confusion, it took her few seconds to switch to the current topic, she took the tray, careful not to graze him with the touch and placed it on her sofa. She pulled the dark curtains on and flicked her want to return him to lying position. She was using wordless magic, the burgundy covers paled into comparison to her face. He closed his eyes satisfied.
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