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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20869 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Please review and let me know how you think this and the last chapter went. I know they're both sending out a load of mixed signals in these two chapters.

Hermione woke up with a start. What was that? It was still black in the room, but she was sure something had woken her. She lifted her head off the bed so she could listen carefully. Nothing. It wasn't time to get up or the strange lighting in her room would have started to glow. After a few moments she put her head back down and pulled the blanket tightly around her. She was just on the verge of slipping back into sleep when she heard something.

Her eyes flew open and she turned her head. There it was again. It was strangely muffled and she couldn't tell what it was, but at least she was sure it wasn't in the room with her. She slowly sat up, taking care to be quiet and pulled the blanket off her. Her feet were silent as the touched the floor and she gently padded across the room towards the door, her arms groping blindly in front of her.

It seemed like an age before her fingers finally touched the wall, and she ran her hands over the cold stone first to the right then the left before she found the door frame. The noise came again from the other side of the door. Startled, she took an involuntary step back. She could still hear it, moving past her room, although she still couldn't make out what it sounded like. She cautiously put her ear to the wooden door.

A strange scraping sound, like something being dragged, and then an eerie sibilant murmur could be heard through the wood. As she listened the noises became quieter, until there was silence. What the fuck was that? She continued to listen, and just as she had decided to return to bed there was a low moan from somewhere that resounded peculiarly through her room. Snape? He sounds like he's hurt.

She hesitated for a moment, not sure if she should go and help him or not. Another cry from outside and she put her hand to the door knob and turned it silently. Surprisingly it opened, and she peered out into the hall. It too was dark, the only light coming from the open door of the library. She'd never seen the hall unlit, and the shadows seemed to reach out to her ominously.

She tried her best to ignore the shiver that ran down her spine as she crept towards the light. There were no more cries now, although the murmuring had begun again. Frightened, she looked wildly around. It had seemed to come from behind her, but to her relief she could see nothing. Her heart was thumping almost painfully in her chest, and she struggled to swallow her fear.

Tentatively, she peeked around the door frame, unsure of her welcome. She gasped, hands flying up to her mouth as she saw the body curled up on the floor in front of the fire in a pool of black robes. She flew in to the room, sinking to her knees beside Snape, ignoring the snake that watched her lazily from the armchair. She grabbed his shoulder and pulled, turning him over.

The sight made her scream in horror. He was completely covered in blood. There was no inch of clean skin that she could see, including the places where his clothes had been ripped to shreds. There were no cuts or gashes that she could see, but his eyes stared sightlessly, his face twisted in a pain-filled grimace.

Hermione scrambled back, trying not to retch. She put one hand down to lever herself up to her feet and touched something sticky. She realised suddenly that she was kneeling not on his robes, but in a large pool of blood that surrounded his body.

She raised her shaking hands in front of her face. They were covered in red, and as she watched it ran down her arms towards her elbow. Disgusted she gave a cry and tried to wipe them on her dress, realising only then that she had never bothered to put it on when she'd left her bed. Her hands came back covered in even more blood than before.

Looking down, Hermione found her entire body was now covered in blood, whether his or hers she didn't know. She screamed again as she felt something touch her leg. The snake was suddenly there, wrapping its appallingly large body around her. She wanted to run, but found she couldn't move. She watched, frozen as it twined itself around her body, its dark eyes glittering malevolently at her.

She could hear the murmuring again, this time from behind her, growing louder by the second. Her heart beat furiously. She couldn't even turn to face what was coming. Again she screamed as something wet touched the back of her neck.

"He thought he could betray me and live," a dangerous hiss sounded in her ear. She knew whose voice it was, she'd never forget it. Voldemort. He moved so she could see him as he looked down at Snape. He laughed gleefully. "The traitorous bastard got what he deserved." He spun suddenly to face her, and if she had been able to move she would have recoiled in terror at the look in his eyes.

"And now, my little mudblood, it's your turn…"

"No, no, please, no," she whimpered, shaking her head frantically. The snake had now wrapped its way around her torso and was regarding her silently.

"How did you ever think such a foolish plan would succeed?" Voldemort laughed again. His eyes ran down her naked form appreciatively. "Pity." He shrugged. "Nagini, kill her!"

Hermione screamed again as the snake lunged at her neck, biting into the soft flesh there. She began to struggle, somehow managing to throw her arms out despite the cold coils trapping her. She dug her fingers in as the snake jabbed at her again. The pain felt oddly muted, and everything around her began to spin strangely. She desperately tried to throw the snake off but it just wrapped itself around her arms tighter, pinning her down, and she began to thrash from side to side.

"Miss Granger." It sounded like Snape, but she knew it couldn't be. She lashed out, hitting something warm and substantial in front of her.

"Miss Granger!" She sobbed loudly. No, he's dead! Still she struggled against the restraints around her. "Hermione!" Two hands caught her by the wrists, stopping her mad flailing. Hands… She looked up, startled, into his eyes. Snape! He was alive! Her cries of terror turned into tears of relief and she slumped against him and bawled her eyes out.

Snape wrapped his arms around her, rocking her gently. "It was only a dream, Miss Granger." She dug her fingers into the fabric of his dressing gown as she continued to sob, beginning to accept that it hadn't been real. "Are you ok?" Snape asked.

She nodded silently, not yet trusting her voice. Just a dream... just a dream… She couldn't remember ever having had one so frighteningly vivid before. She wasn't sure why Snape was making her feel so safe at this moment, but she wasn't about to question it.

He pushed her back so he could see her face. "What were you dreaming about? You were screaming so loud you probably woke half the castle." He held her face with both hands as he smiled reassuringly down at her.

"I.. It was so... so real," she blubbed, desperate suddenly to tell him everything. When she was little her parents had told her that sharing a bad dream meant it couldn't scare you anymore. She'd stopped believing that long ago, but still, telling someone her dreams always made her feel better. "He told his snake to kill me." She put her hands to her neck, still half expecting to find marks as she recalled her terror as the snake had lunged at her. "You were already dead. He said… he said you were a traitor… that your plan wouldn't have worked."

His face turned serious. "You never had any luck with divination, did you?"

"That pile of old codswallop?" she snorted wetly, not thinking about how odd his question sounded.

The corner of Snape's mouth jerked up slightly, and the expression in his eyes softened, but he just stared down at her without speaking. Hermione was suddenly aware of how she must look, with tears and snot covering her face, her hair a mess. She lifted her hand to wipe at her nose, but Snape's were in the way of her cheeks. He brushed her tears away with the pads of this thumbs as he continued to gaze into her eyes. "Are you all right now?" he inquired in a low, husky voice.

"I think so." She spoke quietly, not pulling her eyes away from his. "I'm glad you're not dead," she whispered.

His eyes widened for a moment, his only reaction to her confession. Strangely enough she meant it, although she wasn't sure why, not after all that he'd put her through. Her eyes never left his, but she was very aware of how the hard cruel face she knew so well was somehow tired and sad. Lonely. Snape's eyes were heavy and shadowed, his cheeks gaunt, dark lips slightly parted. His features were striking, and it was easy for her to recall how attractive she had used to find him.

He was looking at her almost wistfully, and slowly their heads moved closer together. Gods, he's going to kiss me, she realised. As her eyes fluttered shut she thought, I'm going to kiss him too. Their lips touched, and she froze. Gods, what am I doing? With an inarticulate cry, she pushed herself away from his, out of his arms and against the cold wall behind her, clutching her blanket tightly.

Snape stood, taking a step back from the bed, spreading his hands in a placating gesture. "I am sorry, Miss Granger. That was… inappropriate."

Her jaw dropped open at his apology, before she registered the rest of his words. She clapped her hands over her mouth but couldn't repress her slightly hysterical giggle. "Inappropriate…? If you think that was inappropriate, what do you call last night?" Her tone had become bitter.

To her surprise two bright spots of colour burned high in Snape's cheeks, although the rest of his face seemed more stony that usual. Is he… embarrassed?

"The situation this morning is different from yesterday's," he said tightly.

"What? Did you suddenly develop a conscience and decide not to be a traitorous murdering bastard?" she spat.

"That is enough, Miss Granger," he said, visibly restraining his anger.

With a sinking heart she recalled exactly where she was and what he was likely to do to her, considering his words. But he called you Miss Granger. He doesn't do that. She sunk back onto the bed, watching him cautiously.

"You will come with me. This was going to wait until later, but since we are both awake and considering the nature of this… discussion, we may as well make a start."

"Start what? Where….? She trailed off. Something was different this morning. He was talking to her and treating her strangely. What's going on?

"Didn't I tell you not to ask questions? We have a task to perform today, but first you need to remember," he said opaquely.

Remember…? What…? She opened her mouth to ask another question, but left it unasked as he raised his eyebrow at her. When she closed her mouth again with an irritated huff he smirked at her. Arrogant bastard.

"Come, Miss Granger," he said harshly. "We have much to do today."
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