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Capture Me	By : hermioneinchains Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 16095 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Harry Potter, any of the world of Harry Potter, I'm making no money off of this fanfiction and it is, indeed a total fiction.

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“Hermione,” Severus called out and she swiveled slightly from where she was staring at the bushes. Hermione blinked, bringing herself back to the present. She was outside, it was a beautiful day, in spite of the captivity and cuffs she was feeling very free. “It’s time to come in.”

Hermione realized that he had let her wander around the lawn by herself for a time. She wondered why she hadn’t tried to escape or make a scene. But it was only a passing thought. She knew that it was impossible to fight him or escape from him. He had made that clear time and time again, starting from the very first day after her arrival.

* * * *

Somehow, after being told she was permanently a prisoner and being fucked by her old professor, Hermione had managed to fall asleep, ankle cuff and all. When she had awoken the next morning, he was already there, staring down at her. Hermione shot up, the chain on her ankle stopping her from truly sitting up.

“Good morning,” he had started, pulling up a chair. “Did you sleep well?”

Hermione looked at him in disbelief, wondering how she could have possibly thought this man crush-worthy. “Oh yes,” she said sarcastically, trying not to show her fear. “I usually sleep incredibly well when I’m being held captive.”

“Glad to hear it,” he said, without irony. “Did you scream?” Hermione shook her head, realizing with a pang that she hadn’t even thought to. “Want to try it now?” he asked.

Hermione looked at him sharply. “What? You want me to scream?” Severus smiled at her, cocking his head slightly.

“It would be better for you to learn very quickly that no one can hear you down here,” he said. “Will save us both a lot of time and effort.”

It was a chilling thing to say and Hermione looked at her former professor with some seriousness, her eyes misting.

“You’re really going to hold me here,” she said. He nodded. “This isn’t like a really great mind fuck that various people in my life have arranged for me?” she asked. He shook his head. Hermione paused, staring Severus down with what she hoped was a threatening glare.

“This is illegal, it’s rape, it’s kidnapping and if you don’t let me go now I’m going to report you. You’ll lose your job,” she said. He smiled at her.

“Poor Ms. Granger,” he sighed. “You really think you’re ever going to be able to report me to anyone?” Hermione searched his expression for even a trace of kidding and saw that he was either absolutely serious or the best actor alive. Another thought occurred to her and suddenly she had a lump in her throat.

“Are you going to kill me?” Hermione asked in a small voice. Severus looked at her with the first hint of surprise she had seen since the world came apart.

“No, I’m not going to kill you,” he said, firmly. “I don’t need you to be afraid of me in that way. I chose you because I know that I can break you. You will be here forever, and if I were ever to let you go - which is unlikely - you would not be able to report me.”

If that was supposed to be comforting, Hermione didn’t see how. “Break me?” she asked, incredulously. “What does that mean?”

“You’re very psychologically oriented, vulnerable and a deeply submissive girl, Hermione. Anyone within ten inches of you can see that you’re ripe for breaking,” he said softly. “I intend to make you entirely unable to resist me or disobey me – and if necessary, I will make it so you can barely function without me. I will take away that irritating know-it-all drive and make myself your God.”

The words made Hermione shiver with fear and several other things she didn’t care to know about herself. “God,” she repeated, unsure if she was saying it as an exclamation or sigh. “Why me?” Severus stared.

“Because of all that I just told you. And of course that you’re in love with me.” Hermione balked.

“I’m not…!” she started, then stuttered to a stop when he stood and approached the bed. He reached for her and Hermione flinched, backing as far as she could towards the wall, her ankle twisted to enable her to move in that fashion. Severus smirked and removed a small key from his pocket, evidently the reason he had been reaching for her. Hermione’s eyes flitted from the key to him to her ankle.

“Would you like to go to the bathroom?” Severus asked. Hesitating, Hermione nodded. “I’m going to unlock you. I don’t think I need to tell you what will happen if you try to escape, do I?”

He unlocked the cuff and Hermione pulled her ankle toward her, to a more comfortable position. Her eyes went to the door.

“Perhaps I do need to tell you what will happen if you ever try to escape,” Severus said, watching her. “Perhaps I should show you.” Before she could ask, he was dragging her easily off the bed and jerking her down to the floor. She landed on her hands and knees, too taken off guard to do anything, and then his fist was in her hair, grabbing a chunk and twisting, pushing her face to the floor. It was all he needed to do to pin her there – Hermione was very aware that he wasn’t even using magic to control her, just brute strength.

“Pathetic,” he sneered over her and Hermione flared with anger. “Why would I bother showing you how badly I would hurt you if you tried to escape? You’re weak and small and utterly defenseless.” He jerked her up by the hair, pulling forward, forcing her to crawl on her hands and knees to keep up. “You’re nothing without your wand, Ms. Granger. The most brilliant witch of your age? You can’t even stop me from degrading you like this.” He twisted and she landed on her back, flinching away from him. When she opened her eyes, Hermione saw that Severus’s other hand held his wand, and it was pointed directly at her. She had only half a second to look pleadingly up at him before he said it.

“Crucio.” He hadn’t cast it with very much malice, but the fiery pain still hit Hermione with a force she could never be ready for. She twisted and screamed until he released her, and then she curled into a ball, crying. Severus stood over her.

“Ms. Granger…Hermione,” he changed his mind, “I have no desire to torture you except as a way to ensure obedience. Get up and go to the bathroom.” Wincing, Hermione did as she was told.

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As she drifted back towards the house, Hermione looked wistfully back at the sky, wondering when she would see it again. Severus took her by the arm, steering her through the door and toward the basement. Hermione was vaguely aware of the desire to struggle but one glance at her captor told her she wouldn’t get away with even a second of it.

They were through the door at the top of the stairs when the knock at the front door came. Instinctively, Hermione yelled out, only to realize that her voice was still muted. With a sharp move, Severus slammed Hermione into the wall and growled, “you’re lucky that spell was working, girl.” Loudly he called, “just a moment!” and dragged her speedily down the stairs, shoving her into her room so hard that she fell to the floor.

“I’ll deal with you later,” he promised, slamming the door. Hermione cursed, grabbing her throat when nothing came out. It was a very disorienting feeling to have no voice. Sitting down on the bed, she realized she was shaking from Severus’s parting threat and Hermione hoped that she could appease him – that he wouldn’t take away the new privilege just given to her. She hadn’t been thinking when she called out…it must have been the time spent outside. Hermione realized she couldn’t very well tell Severus that or he would absolutely keep her indoors.

Time passed and after a while, Hermione lay down on the bed, curling into herself. It had been a shocking experience to go outside, one that she could hardly handle. Six months was a long time to be captive – she felt the truth of Severus’s first words to her as her captor: he had taken her. Now the idea of freedom was nearly as frightening as Severus himself.

As Hermione drifted off, she wondered what Severus meant when he said he wanted all of her. She wondered how she would be able to walk out after giving it.

* * * *

When Hermione woke with a start, it was to find Severus slumped in the chair, his hand over his face. “Sir?” she asked, only to realize she was still muted. Hermione gazed at her captor, seeing with some trepidation that he appeared to have tears running down his face, his shoulders hunched in pain. Not wanting to disturb him for fear of being punished for it but wanting him to know she was awake, Hermione audibly turned in the bed, looking back to her captor with a deliberately sleepy expression.

He had dropped his hand and was looking at her with more sadness than she had ever seen on the man. “Sara was killed in an accident today,” he said simply. “The man who knocked was coming to let me know.” Hermione stared at him, sharply repressing the spasm of vengeful pleasure that hit her at those words. She felt nothing for the woman except fear. But as she watched the loss sweep over Severus’s features, Hermione realized she also felt sadness for her captor, a not entirely comfortable reaction.

“I’m sorry,” she mouthed. He looked vaguely startled, then reached for his wand and undid the spell. “I’m sorry,” Hermione repeated, rubbing her throat, grateful for the ability to again make sound. The exchange seemed to remind Severus of their respective positions and he stood again, looking down at the girl.

“Do I…do I need to chain you if I stay here tonight?” he asked, half threatening and - Hermione realized with a pang - half pleading. Silently she shook her head, not trusting herself to speak without shaking, turning away to the wall. Just as silently, he crawled into the bed behind her, wrapping a strong arm around her waist and lightly holding her wrists. The gesture was more possessive than violent, Hermione understood, and she allowed herself the luxury of melting back into him.

It had been a very long time since someone had held her and Hermione found that she didn’t want to sleep, even when Severus’s breathing finally evened out to a restful rhythm. She wondered if the door was locked, doubted it was – Severus never locked the door while he was with her, so sure he was of her inability to fight him – and wondered for the third time that day why she wasn’t trying to escape, why the only time she’d tried to escape was when her voice had been muted.

I would rather lay here in his arms, she realized, than be free. The thought was more than Hermione could handle and she escaped into dreaming – the one escape that she was always allowed.
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