Death Be Not Unkind
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More Lies Revealed
Chapter 3 ~ More Lies Revealed
”I can’t believe Snape killed himself,” Ron said to Hermione as he sat on the side of the bed, loosening his tie. “After all he went through to survive, he does this. It doesn’t make any sense.”
Hermione was busily removing her wedding dress, not responding to the wizard.
“I mean, why? Why would he do something like that?” Ron said, looking up at Hermione expectantly.
Hermione looked at Ron rather coldly.
”He did it because he was a coward Ron. Only cowards kill themselves. The rest of us deal with the harsh realities of life,” she said to him evenly.
Ron looked at Hermione with round eyes.
”What do you mean he was a coward, Hermione? How can you say that? Snape wasn’t a coward, he was our friend!” the red-head said, astounded Hermione could say something like that.
Hermione looked at Ron incredulously.
“Friend? Severus Snape a friend? He was no one’s friend, Ron. He didn’t like anyone. He was a bitter man, incapable of the slightest human feelings,” she spat.
Ron blinked at his bride, disturbed that the normally considerate witch was speaking so cruelly of the dead.
”Hermione, even though Snape didn’t actually like me, I appreciate all he went through and if he ever needed me, I would have bent over backwards to help him. So would Harry, so would a lot of people,” Ron said to his wife. “He was a hero and no matter how rotten he acted to us, he deserved respect and consideration. I can’t believe you’re saying this stuff about him. Don’t you care that he’s dead?”
Hermione looked at Ron’s narrowed eyes and realized that she had better backpedal and do it quick. It wouldn’t do for him to know how much she hated the wizard. She turned on the waterworks, her eyes glistening.
”Of course I care, Ron. It’s just that I’m angry at him for doing it . . . and I’m being selfish. We were married today and this is our honeymoon and it’s like it’s all been ruined,” Hermione said, bursting into tears, covering her face with her hands.
Snape stood snarling in a corner of the room, his face screwed up with hatred. He didn’t even register what Ron had said about him, his anger was so great. One thing Snape hated was being called a coward, dead or not. And he wouldn’t be dead at all if not for Hermione’s betrayal.
“Um, um, um” a husky female voice sounded next to the wizard. Startled Snape looked over to see Sister Death leaning on the wall next to him, holding her white trench coat tightly around her ample curves, studying Hermione.
”That witch sure knows how to pour it on, doesn’t she?” she said as Ron walked over to Hermione and embraced her tenderly.
”Yes. She’s quite the actor,” Snape growled, his eyes flashing.
Dee looked at the wizard who had lost his ghostly color. He looked normal. This wasn’t a good sign at all. It meant his spiritual makeup was changing and quickly.
“You know Snape, if you don’t come with me, you’re going to be stuck here,” she said to the pale wizard.
”I’m not going anywhere until that little bitch is punished for her treachery,” Snape snarled.
”She’ll get hers at the end of her life,” Dee said, trying to reason with the wizard.
”Which will be soon if I have anything to do with it,” the wizard hissed, his eyes narrowed as Ron comforted and kissed Hermione, who was sniffling against him.
“I’m sorry, Hermione. This is our wedding day and we’re on our honeymoon. No more talk about Snape. It’s all about us now,” the wizard said softly. “I’ve waited forever for tonight.”
Snape’s eyes widened.
”He can’t think she’s a virgin. I took her virginity myself a year ago,” Snape said in an incredulous voice.
Dee studied Hermione for a moment, her eyes unfocused. Then she let out a sigh and shook her head. She had looked into Hermione’s past.
”Sorry Snapey. You were duped. Some guy named Krum popped that cherry a few years back when she visited Bulgaria one summer,” the spirit informed him.
”What? She couldn’t have been more than fourteen or fifteen!” Snape exclaimed. “Besides, I saw the blood on my cock and the sheets! She screamed when I entered her! She was my first virgin. My only virgin.”
“It’s obvious you don’t know jack about virgins then,” Dee responded, watching as Hermione and Ron undressed and got into the bed. Ron immediately rolled on top of the witch.
“You’ve got to look, or feel or something,” Dee added.
Snape made a noise, something full of anger and despair. Dee could feel more dark forces gathering around the wizard, who was staring at Hermione with even more hatred than before. Dee patted him on his shoulder sympathetically. Snape flinched away and Dee scowled at him for a moment. He didn’t want comfort.
He wanted revenge.
”Don’t feel so bad about not knowing about Krum,” Dee said in an attempt to offer comfort anyway. “Hell, he doesn’t know either. She o . . .Oblivated . . . no . . .Obliviated him as soon as they got dressed, so he wouldn’t tell anyone what they did. Damn, you magical people have some strange words.”
”Ron, be gentle,” Hermione breathed up at her husband, her eyes wide and frightened.
”I will be, Hermione. I love you,” Ron said tenderly, kissing the witch.
”Oh, this is unconscionable! She isn’t a virgin you dolt!” Snape yelled at Ron as he kissed and caressed Hermione, preparing her. “She’s a whore! She can suck the foreskin off a wizard from thirty paces away!”
Dee covered her mouth with her hand in an effort not to laugh.
“He can’t hear you, you know,” Dee said as the sheets came off the couple’s undulating bodies.
“Damn, he’s pale. What’s wrong with you Brits? Don’t any of you get any sun?” Dee asked Snape, who ignored her, watching the scene before him furiously. Hermione had fooled him in so many ways. Taking her virginity had really meant something to the wizard, and now . . . now that was a lie as well.
”And he’s got freckles on his ass!” Dee exclaimed as Ron shifted preparing to enter Hermione. “Now, that’s not attractive AT all.”
Snape moved closer to the bed, his fiery eyes on Hermione’s left hand. She was holding something small between her fingers.
“What is that?” he hissed.
Dee walked over and took a closer look, then shook her head.
”She’s a Muggle-born witch, isn’t she?” the specter asked the Potions master.
”Yesssss,” Snape hissed as Ron adjusted himself, placing his erection against Hermione’s apex.
”Well that explains it,” Sister Death said.
”Explains what?” Snape asked as Ron thrust forward and Hermione let out a piercing shriek, her hand slipping between their bodies and touching Ron’s loins and herself as Ron groaned with pleasure, his eyes tightly closed.
Her fingertips came away red and she tossed something into the corner of the room.
”It’s a blood capsule. They use stuff like that to make movies,” Dee said. “Got to admit, the witch is good.”
Ron kissed Hermione again then raised himself up on his hands, pulling out of the witch slightly, looking between their bodies and seeing the telltale red streaks of true innocence on his shaft. He looked at Hermione, his eyes full of love.
”I’m your first, and now you’re mine. Only mine, forever Hermione,” he breathed, falling back to the witch and tenderly claiming her.
“Oh, I can’t look at this shit anymore,” Snape snarled, billowing away. “I’ll come back when this fiasco is over.”
He stormed through a wall, disappearing. Dee let him go. The spirit had a lot to think about.
Dee looked back at the copulating couple, Hermione crying out passionately as Ron made love to her.
“Girlfriend, you’re good, I tell you that. But if I can’t talk Snape out of haunting you, your life isn’t going to be worth a . . .”
Dee had to think a moment.
”A plugged galleon,” she finished.
Then the Reaper whirled, disappearing. She had to report what was going on with Snape to the higher-ups. There would be nothing they could do really. Even ghosts still had free will. If Snape chose to remain earthbound for all Eternity, then it was his right.
Even if he were turning into some kind of demon.
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A/N: Hermione, Hermione, Hermione. You bad, bad little witch. You make a good villainess though. Everybody gets a bit. Lolol. Well, it's going to be a while before I update this. I have to get back to Twice Bitten and Alternate Universe, But thanks for reading, ya’ll.
”I can’t believe Snape killed himself,” Ron said to Hermione as he sat on the side of the bed, loosening his tie. “After all he went through to survive, he does this. It doesn’t make any sense.”
Hermione was busily removing her wedding dress, not responding to the wizard.
“I mean, why? Why would he do something like that?” Ron said, looking up at Hermione expectantly.
Hermione looked at Ron rather coldly.
”He did it because he was a coward Ron. Only cowards kill themselves. The rest of us deal with the harsh realities of life,” she said to him evenly.
Ron looked at Hermione with round eyes.
”What do you mean he was a coward, Hermione? How can you say that? Snape wasn’t a coward, he was our friend!” the red-head said, astounded Hermione could say something like that.
Hermione looked at Ron incredulously.
“Friend? Severus Snape a friend? He was no one’s friend, Ron. He didn’t like anyone. He was a bitter man, incapable of the slightest human feelings,” she spat.
Ron blinked at his bride, disturbed that the normally considerate witch was speaking so cruelly of the dead.
”Hermione, even though Snape didn’t actually like me, I appreciate all he went through and if he ever needed me, I would have bent over backwards to help him. So would Harry, so would a lot of people,” Ron said to his wife. “He was a hero and no matter how rotten he acted to us, he deserved respect and consideration. I can’t believe you’re saying this stuff about him. Don’t you care that he’s dead?”
Hermione looked at Ron’s narrowed eyes and realized that she had better backpedal and do it quick. It wouldn’t do for him to know how much she hated the wizard. She turned on the waterworks, her eyes glistening.
”Of course I care, Ron. It’s just that I’m angry at him for doing it . . . and I’m being selfish. We were married today and this is our honeymoon and it’s like it’s all been ruined,” Hermione said, bursting into tears, covering her face with her hands.
Snape stood snarling in a corner of the room, his face screwed up with hatred. He didn’t even register what Ron had said about him, his anger was so great. One thing Snape hated was being called a coward, dead or not. And he wouldn’t be dead at all if not for Hermione’s betrayal.
“Um, um, um” a husky female voice sounded next to the wizard. Startled Snape looked over to see Sister Death leaning on the wall next to him, holding her white trench coat tightly around her ample curves, studying Hermione.
”That witch sure knows how to pour it on, doesn’t she?” she said as Ron walked over to Hermione and embraced her tenderly.
”Yes. She’s quite the actor,” Snape growled, his eyes flashing.
Dee looked at the wizard who had lost his ghostly color. He looked normal. This wasn’t a good sign at all. It meant his spiritual makeup was changing and quickly.
“You know Snape, if you don’t come with me, you’re going to be stuck here,” she said to the pale wizard.
”I’m not going anywhere until that little bitch is punished for her treachery,” Snape snarled.
”She’ll get hers at the end of her life,” Dee said, trying to reason with the wizard.
”Which will be soon if I have anything to do with it,” the wizard hissed, his eyes narrowed as Ron comforted and kissed Hermione, who was sniffling against him.
“I’m sorry, Hermione. This is our wedding day and we’re on our honeymoon. No more talk about Snape. It’s all about us now,” the wizard said softly. “I’ve waited forever for tonight.”
Snape’s eyes widened.
”He can’t think she’s a virgin. I took her virginity myself a year ago,” Snape said in an incredulous voice.
Dee studied Hermione for a moment, her eyes unfocused. Then she let out a sigh and shook her head. She had looked into Hermione’s past.
”Sorry Snapey. You were duped. Some guy named Krum popped that cherry a few years back when she visited Bulgaria one summer,” the spirit informed him.
”What? She couldn’t have been more than fourteen or fifteen!” Snape exclaimed. “Besides, I saw the blood on my cock and the sheets! She screamed when I entered her! She was my first virgin. My only virgin.”
“It’s obvious you don’t know jack about virgins then,” Dee responded, watching as Hermione and Ron undressed and got into the bed. Ron immediately rolled on top of the witch.
“You’ve got to look, or feel or something,” Dee added.
Snape made a noise, something full of anger and despair. Dee could feel more dark forces gathering around the wizard, who was staring at Hermione with even more hatred than before. Dee patted him on his shoulder sympathetically. Snape flinched away and Dee scowled at him for a moment. He didn’t want comfort.
He wanted revenge.
”Don’t feel so bad about not knowing about Krum,” Dee said in an attempt to offer comfort anyway. “Hell, he doesn’t know either. She o . . .Oblivated . . . no . . .Obliviated him as soon as they got dressed, so he wouldn’t tell anyone what they did. Damn, you magical people have some strange words.”
”Ron, be gentle,” Hermione breathed up at her husband, her eyes wide and frightened.
”I will be, Hermione. I love you,” Ron said tenderly, kissing the witch.
”Oh, this is unconscionable! She isn’t a virgin you dolt!” Snape yelled at Ron as he kissed and caressed Hermione, preparing her. “She’s a whore! She can suck the foreskin off a wizard from thirty paces away!”
Dee covered her mouth with her hand in an effort not to laugh.
“He can’t hear you, you know,” Dee said as the sheets came off the couple’s undulating bodies.
“Damn, he’s pale. What’s wrong with you Brits? Don’t any of you get any sun?” Dee asked Snape, who ignored her, watching the scene before him furiously. Hermione had fooled him in so many ways. Taking her virginity had really meant something to the wizard, and now . . . now that was a lie as well.
”And he’s got freckles on his ass!” Dee exclaimed as Ron shifted preparing to enter Hermione. “Now, that’s not attractive AT all.”
Snape moved closer to the bed, his fiery eyes on Hermione’s left hand. She was holding something small between her fingers.
“What is that?” he hissed.
Dee walked over and took a closer look, then shook her head.
”She’s a Muggle-born witch, isn’t she?” the specter asked the Potions master.
”Yesssss,” Snape hissed as Ron adjusted himself, placing his erection against Hermione’s apex.
”Well that explains it,” Sister Death said.
”Explains what?” Snape asked as Ron thrust forward and Hermione let out a piercing shriek, her hand slipping between their bodies and touching Ron’s loins and herself as Ron groaned with pleasure, his eyes tightly closed.
Her fingertips came away red and she tossed something into the corner of the room.
”It’s a blood capsule. They use stuff like that to make movies,” Dee said. “Got to admit, the witch is good.”
Ron kissed Hermione again then raised himself up on his hands, pulling out of the witch slightly, looking between their bodies and seeing the telltale red streaks of true innocence on his shaft. He looked at Hermione, his eyes full of love.
”I’m your first, and now you’re mine. Only mine, forever Hermione,” he breathed, falling back to the witch and tenderly claiming her.
“Oh, I can’t look at this shit anymore,” Snape snarled, billowing away. “I’ll come back when this fiasco is over.”
He stormed through a wall, disappearing. Dee let him go. The spirit had a lot to think about.
Dee looked back at the copulating couple, Hermione crying out passionately as Ron made love to her.
“Girlfriend, you’re good, I tell you that. But if I can’t talk Snape out of haunting you, your life isn’t going to be worth a . . .”
Dee had to think a moment.
”A plugged galleon,” she finished.
Then the Reaper whirled, disappearing. She had to report what was going on with Snape to the higher-ups. There would be nothing they could do really. Even ghosts still had free will. If Snape chose to remain earthbound for all Eternity, then it was his right.
Even if he were turning into some kind of demon.
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A/N: Hermione, Hermione, Hermione. You bad, bad little witch. You make a good villainess though. Everybody gets a bit. Lolol. Well, it's going to be a while before I update this. I have to get back to Twice Bitten and Alternate Universe, But thanks for reading, ya’ll.