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Forbidden Rapture	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 49900 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
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Author's Notes:
T-minus 14 days to my recital.
Less than 48 hours to my graduation recital audition.
Tomorrow is last day of the long weekend in my country but I did not - I repeat, I ABSOLUTELY DID NOT FEEL - the long weekend due to the two major lessons I had and the long practices and hours and hours of sitting by my piano and then mentally rehearsing my repertoire when I'm physically too tired to practice.
Hope everyone is well and having a good time.
Yes, two chapters for the long weekend.
We are near the end.
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Chapter Thirty Two
Solvit a Sanguine

“Well?”
“Well what?” Snape asked as he sealed a couple of potion bottles.
Narcissa stared up at him and his irritated state.
She watched quietly as he continued to seal several bottles of potions for her.
“How is she doing?”
“She’s better.” Snape said. “She seemed to have grasped the reality of what both have to deal with.”
“And how are you doing?” she slowly asked.
Snape didn’t answer as if he didn’t hear her.
“Severus?”
“I’m fine.” Snape said.
Narcissa’s brows quirked.
“You’re fine?” she repeated sighing heavily. “Really?”
“Cissy, if you’re going to go through asking me details if I’ve been sleeping with her the answer is yes and that’s as far as I can tell you.”
Narcissa didn’t say anything as Snape sharply turned to her.
“Sev, I only-“
“You only what?” Snape asked. “You only wanted to ask and know if I’m taking her to bed to check if I’m doing my duty of killing the curse inside of her?”
“I’m merely concerned about you.”
“Yes. I’m sure you are.” Snape snapped at her as he completed twelve bottles.
“You agreed to it.”
“I agreed to keep her in order to seal the curse and prevent her from killing Potter and the rest of those people. I never agreed to sleep with her.”
“But you know it is the only way.”
“Did I have a choice?” Snape angrily asked turning. “Did you fucking sister give me any choice?”
Narcissa didn’t say anything.
Snape shook his head and began packing his belongings on the hotel table.
“I have to go. She’s expecting me to return soon.”
“Is she dealing with it accordingly?”
“Oh, I’ll ask her later.” Snape sarcastically answered. “I’ll ask her how she’s emotionally dealing with the fact that she’s been sleeping with her ex-professor for the past couple of weeks, Cissy. I will make sure to retell all details to you when I next see you.”
Narcissa watched him close his bag and walk towards the door.
She gently moved across the room and took hold of his arm.
Snape shoved her hand away but she didn’t let go.
They stared at one another with Snape’s eyes filled with fury.
“I am here for you.” Narcissa said. “I will help you go through this.”
“She’s confused, Cissy.” Snape said. “She thinks she’s going mad because she’s come into terms that she needs to sleep with me in order to ensure that I do not get angry with her for not doing so in her fear that I might do something to her like kill her or worse abandon her on that fucking island.”
“Why didn’t you tell her?”
“Tell her?” Snape repeated smirking. “Tell her? You want me to tell her, ‘Hi Miss Granger we need to fuck so that I can save your life or else the curse inside of you consumes and kills you’ – is that what you had in mind?”
“Sev-“
“No, Cissy. She does not know that and I’m not about to tell her that because that will complicate things farther than it already is.”
“But she’s emotionally confused and-“
“What do you think if she finds out? She’ll be all happy and jolly?”
“But-“
“I’m trying to fucking utilize things accordingly and that includes me keeping things from her that will eliminate further stress and pain in her part. Is that hard to grasp?”
“You’re keeping it from her and then what? What about you? You will deal with this alone-“
“I’ve been dealing with so many things in my whole life without anyone’s help.”
Silence between them took place.
Narcissa seemed slightly offended by what he had just said but she didn’t say anything about it.
“She must know.”
“She does not need to know.”
“But it would-“
“It is easier to grasp and accept for her the reality that she has to deal with it this way. It does not matter how she looks and thinks of me. The idea is that I fucking kill the curse inside of her, keep her for seven years and then she can go back to her life and things will finally go with whatever it was supposed to be in the first place.”
“I know this isn’t easy for you.”
“Hermione thinks that it’s all about feelings. She thinks that she must surrender herself to me in order to avoid further trouble, further pain. She thinks being in my good graces will help her survive easier, hel help her attain her goal – which is still to get away from me and go back to them.”
“Severus-“
“This is how she thinks. And if this will make things easier for her, easier to accept then I would gladly keep it that way.”
Narcissa sighed and moved from him, not knowing anymore what to say.
He was right.
He had always been right about many things.
“And of your feelings?” Narcissa asked.
Snape stared for a moment before suddenly turning from her.
“I have to go. It’s getting late. She might look for me.”
Narcissa grabbed him back.
“Severus, I asked you-“
“What about my feelings?” Snape snapped turning back to her from the door.
“When she goes back – when you bring her back – what about you-“
“She does not need to know-“
“You can’t just – I won’t survive if it was me-“
“That’s you. I’ve learned to deal with my feelings a very long time ago.”
“When you bring her back, can you deal with it? After all this time? After all the things you would have to put in and invest with her? All the feelings you’ve invested? You’re telling me you can bring her back just like that?”
Snape stared and breathed heavily.
He slowly removed Narcissa’s hand over his arm.
Without blinking he nodded at her.
“I’ve done so many things in my life and that part is not something I cannot deal with.”
“Severus-“
“I can live without her.”
And with that, he turned away from her, closing the door behind him and leaving her alone in the small motel room.

Lupin entered the room and found Ginny trying to feed Harry by the bedside table.
Mrs. Weasley was talking to a Healer and Mr. Weasley was talking to the Minister of Magic himself at the other side of the room.
“Where’s she?” Harry quickly asked the moment Lupin entered the room.
It had been an hour ago since Harry awoke from his comatose state.
Nobody knows why or how but they were more than grateful for the miracle that had taken place.
Lupin walked forward the bed and stared closely at him.
“How are you feeling?” he asked after seeing him calm down from his earlier state.
“I’m fine.” Harry quickly said. “I want to know the plan for Hermione’s rescue.”
They all looked at one another.
The truth in that?
They had been searching and searching for hours, days and weeks and weeks.
But nobody has a clue about Hermione’s whereabouts.
They were all assuming that she has been dead since the attack.
“We’re doing our best.” Lupin simply replied staring at Kingsley who eyed him momentarily.
“Doing your best?” Harry repeated. “Do you mean there is still no lead up to now?”
Silence around the room.
Mrs. Weasley quickly walked to his side.
“Well, Harry, it’s not very easy – but everyone – Aurors and Order members have been-“
“It’s been- it’s been – I’ve been out for weeks – a month or so and you’re telling me-“
“Harry, calm yourself down. You need rest.” Ginny said staring closely at him.
One of the Healers walked to Harry’s bed and nodded at him.
“You need complete bed rest, Mr. Potter. And I need to take some more tests in the-“
“No, I’m not going to-“ Harry was suddenly apprehensive and agitated. “I want to go to the headquarters and-“
Harry stopped struggling against Ginny and Lupin.
He looked up at them with sudden fear in his eyes.
“What’s going on?” Harry asked pushing their hands off him.
“Harry?” Ginny asked staring as he pulled the blankets off himself.
Harry stared around them and then stared at his legs.
He couldn’t move his legs.
They had placed bandages around them and earlier, he thought that he was only unable to move them because of the bandages and other medicinal objects and wires around him.
But now as he tried to do so, he couldn’t feel his legs – there was no sensation from waist down of his body.
“Wait – why- “ Harry gasped, panic rising inside of him as he stared up at the people around the room.
Lupin walked closer the bed and stared at him.
“What’s wrong?” Lupin asked seeing the different fear in Harry’s eyes.
“I can’t..” Harry gasped forcing to feel his legs, “I can’t-“
“Harry?” Ginny fearfully stared as realization dawned on her.
Lupin pushed the Healer blocking him from the bed and stared down at Harry.
Harry grasped his arm painfully.
“Remus-“
“What’s wrong?” Lupin asked although he already had a guess.
He looked up at the Healer before them who looked stricken and alarmed.
“Harry?”
“Professor Lupin – I can’t – “ Harry struggled to put the words out of his mouth. “I can’t – I can’t move my legs-“
“What?” Mrs. Weasley gasped moving towards him and grabbing his arm in a caressing manner.
Lupin’s eyes widened as he moved closer and tried to touch Harry’s legs.
“I couldn’t –“ Harry gasped fearfully. “I can’t feel – I can’t feel my legs –“ he cried.
Lupin’s heart sank at the look of fear and anger in Harry’s face.
“Professor Lupin – I can’t move my legs – do something – do something- “
They all looked at the Healer in the room.
“I’m not sure.. I.. We would need more tests, Mr. Potter. You’ve only woken and this – this cannot-“
“Do something!” Lupin angrily said taking hold of Harry’s arm as he began to struggle against the bed.
“I can’t feel -“ Harry cried yet again. “I can’t feel my legs! I can’t feel my legs!”
Ginny’s tears began to spill as he saw Harry yet again in another tantrum as the realization came crashing into them.
She wanted to cover her ears from Harry’s desperate plea at Lupin to help him and at his angry cries of realization that he wasn’t able to move nor feel his own legs after the attack.

“Mr. Septimus?”
Snape turned around and saw the old man bring out the package for him.
A very large pouch of money and a bag that contained three new books.
He had finished delivering the needs of the Apothecary this morning and had even added a free twenty-four pages worth of notes of how the owner of the shop could possibly make good use of the ingredients he had just deliver and historical origins the could tell his future clienteles to impress them and gauge them to buy from him.
“Yes. Thank you.” Snape said taking the bag of money and staring at the package of books.
“How’s Halaena?” the old man asked him. “Last time you’ve told me she had a flu.”
“She’s sickly but she’s better.” Snape simply replied taking the sling bag that contained the books around his shoulder.
Living for seven years at the island, Snape needed an identity.
He usually crossed one of the small trading routes from the isolated island they were in to the mainland to trade, get news and buy needs for the two of them.
This task demanded him to create identity for himself and with the woman’s clothes and other needs for Hermione that he had to consistently buy, he also needed to create an identity for her.
He was known as ‘Mr. Septimus’ – and that alone.
A man who knew a lot of medicinal plants, special medication and other Apothecary needs.
He was even good at many other things that could have made him rich at the village if necessary.
He wanted his identity to remain anonymous but he knew that wasn’t going to work.
“You know if Halaena is too sickly, I can just bring your payment and get my orders from time to time. You don’t have to leave her and all that.”
“She’s fine.” Snape said as he sealed the bag of money inside his long traveling cloak.
“Aloof with people, eh?” the old man said with a smile.
“Yes.” Snape muttered. “Very.”
“Here.” the old man said handing him another pouch. “It isn’t much. Just some apples from our backyard. My wife insists that a fruit a day will keep her from getting sick.”
Snape stared at the small pouch that the old man was offering him.
“No, thank you but-“
“No, I insist. My wife and I both insist, Mr. Septimus.”
Snape stared at the generousity and the kindness of the old man.
He needed that.
The two of them needed all that.
“You’ve been a good businessman to us.” the old man said. “And like a close friend too if not that of a family. Every Christmas you bring me and my wife the best wine you can possibly make as gift.”
Snape stared at the bag of apples and nodded.
Hermione would love the apples.
“Thanks for this. I have to go.” Snape said as he hurriedly pack all the things not wanting any further delay.
The old man smiled at him and watched Snape hurriedly leave his small store expecting to see him by the coming month as their schedule permits.
A few minutes later, Snape was walking down the small and quiet streets of the small town he visits every once in a while to sell his products and to buy whatever was needed back at home.
Hermione was waiting for him with a delectable dinner tonight for sure.
She promised to make something good out of the basket full of food he had bought in the other day.
He walked down the quiet streets, head down and carefully carrying the small basket of apples in one hand, the sling bag in his other shoulder with the new edition of books and the money clanking from time to time inside his traveling cloak.
He was quiet lost in his thoughts as he walked down that his attention was only caught by another when he passed another store.
It was a small and old shop that carried certain thrift objects and clothes.
A large bag was on display over the window.
It looked like a traveling bag.
It was a large black bag with a nice-looking strap.
It looked quite decent from where he could see it and a few charms could probably enhance its insides to make room for more than what it could carry.
“It’s just new. Just arrived two days ago. Would you like to see it?”
Snape looked up and saw an old woman stand by the door of the shop.
She smiled at him as she stared at his stance.
“I’m not really traveling anywhere.”
“Yes, but it may come handy, yes?” she asked and offered.
Snape stared at her then back at the bag.
Yes, in a few days, it could probably be handy.
“How much is it?” Snape asked her.
The old woman stared at him in curiosity.
“Not much.” she answered him. “This is a second-hand shop, my dear boy. You may take a look at it first before you decide if you would buy it.”
“I’ll buy it.” Snape said as moved towards the door of the shop. “Some traveling is in order soon.”
The old woman stared at him as she let him in the shop.
Snape entered and carefully pulled out some money from the pouch inside his cloak.
The old woman took the bag from where it hung in display and brushed off a few dusts from it and walked behind the dusty counter to get a paper bag to pack it up.
“I don’t see you much often, but you’re familiar.”
“I sell products at the Apothecary down a few streets.” Snape said simply said as he paid over the counter.
“Oh, down old man’s shop.” the old woman muttered.
“You live alone? I barely see you around.”
“I come around once or twice a month only. I live somewhere else.”
“I see.” The old woman looked at him in curiosity.
Snape took the package over the counter and finished his payment.
The old woman was still gazing at him and he tried his best to avoid it.
“Married?” she asked him.
“No.” Snape muttered as he took the packed bag under his arm. “Thank you for this. Have a good day.”
“Are you the lad that lives at that small cottage at the other island?” asked the old woman before he could reach the door.
Snape stopped but didn’t turn back.
He didn’t answer.
He didn’t want to answer.
“I’m just curious.” the woman said. “I heard someone had bought the cottage over there a few years ago. You don’t look from around here so I’m wondering.”
“Yes.” Snape simply replied. “Just a place I stay from time to time when I’m traveling here at Beltane.”
The old woman only stared at her back.
Snape waited for another moment before walking towards the door and thanking her for the bag.
The moment he reached the outside, he began a quicker pace this time in order to avoid other people that may ask him further questions.
He didn’t want questions.
No, he hated questions.
Not now, not ever.
He just wanted to get home and have a good meal with Hermione when he gets there.
After all, he only had a week to go before the seven years of a deal was up and he really wanted to use every minute of the last week he was spending with her as much as possible.

“Hermione?” asked a soft voice. “Hermione, can you hear me?”
Hermione groaned and stirred.
Her body felt quite heavy.
“Will she be alright?”
“She would be fine, young master Malfoy.”
The old man nodded and stared at Draco who stood next on the four-poster bed.
“Just ring the bell young master if you would need my help.”
With that, Draco watched as his most trusted servant left him alone with Hermione in the guest room of the West Wing at the manor.
It has been twelve hours since he had found and taken Hermione from the very lawns of Harry Potter’s place.
He had only decided to take a visit but the scenery that he had caught was something he was unlikely to forget.
Hermione was literary crawling down the lawn and out of their gates.
He heard Harry’s angry cries from somewhere in their large house.
He wasn’t sure if Harry had seen him because he was in a traveling cloak, but the moment he saw Hermione’s bleeding and hurt figure, he quickly knew what he had to do.
No matter what it could cost him if Harry did see him.
“Harry..” Hermione’s voice fearfully croaked.
Draco looked up and walked closer the bed and felt her head if she still had fever.
“It’s Draco.” he said. “Rest, Hermione. You’re safe here.”
Draco?
Draco Malfoy?
Hermione groaned and tried to open her eyes but they were too heavy to open.
Her arms and legs felt too heavy as well.
She could barely move her fingers as she lay comfortably on whatever she was laid on.
“D-Draco?” Hermione whispered trying to make sense of everything around her.
“Yes.” Draco replied reluctantly holding her hand.
“Draco?” she whispered again trying to turn on her side where she could hear his voice better.
“Shush, rest.” Draco said caressing her hand in his. “You’re at the manor. You’re safe here. You can tell me what happened but you need rest so get some more sleep.”
“I’m not..” Hermione croaked opening her eyes and seeing nothing but blurry visions. “I’m not… H-Harry.. Har-ry.. he’s.. he’s going to…”
“He can’t hurt you.” Draco said. “Not here anyway.”
He stared down at her physically harmed body.
He had called in for a private Healer to see Hermione for which he had to pay triple in order for the Healer to keep quiet of the patient that she needed to tend to.
A twisted ankle, a wounded knee, an almost fully fractured ribcage from her fall from the roof and a few scratches here and there were the diagnosis.
Other than, Hermione needed bed rest and some good and generous servings of full meals were in order and she was going to get better in just a few days.
Draco stared and brushed the hair over her forehead.
“Sleep.” Draco said. “You’re better here. You’re safe here. Harry can’t come into the manor.”
Hermione groaned as if in protest.
But she didn’t say anything as she could barely move her lips.
She felt tired, groggy and sleepy at the same time.
“The Healer that came gave you some Sleeping Draught.” Draco said staring at the small cup at the bedside table from which he helped pour in Hermione’s unconscious form earlier.
“D-Draco..”
“Sleep, Hermione.” Draco said staring at her poor state. “You need rest before we go and face what we have to soon.”
Hermione fell back into a deep sleep with her mind unable to fully comprehend everything and feeling nothing but the soft and gentle hands that brushed her head and held her hand.

“I’m Harry Potter!” Harry’s voice yelled and echoed down the hall. “I’m Harry Potter and I fucking demand to see Kingsley!”
Harry marched down the hallway and pointed his wand directly down the double doors.
The conference room’s door burst open and people all stared.
Kingsley was standing at the other end of the room at the middle of explaining something at the conference meeting.
Aurors and Ministry officials alike were in the room as Harry stood, wand pointed forward.
“Minister, I tried to stop him-“ the assistant witch of Kingsley said fearfully staring at him and at Harry who looked livid as he stared at the people around the room.
“It’s alright, Veronica.” the minister said with a small smile. “Let Mr. Potter be.”
“I want a court order.” Harry said staring aggressively at Kingsley. “I want a court restraining order against Draco Malfoy.”
The people around the room were staring at Harry with curiosity.
“Harry, we can talk later.” Kingsley said. “I can meet you at my office in half a hour-“
“No, I want to talk to you now.”
Harry’s voice was evident of demand.
He didn’t care who were in the room hearing him this way and seeing his attitude.
“Harry, let’s talk in the minister’s office.”
Harry looked around at the familiar voice.
He was taken aback as he suddenly noticed that Lupin was in the room.
He stood from the right hand chair in front of the Minister of Magic.
He looked very concerned at Harry.
“What are you doing here?” Harry asked seeing the people around the conference table.
He had just realized most were from the Auror department he was heading and the others were people he frequently see at Hermione’s trial.
“What’s this?” Harry asked slightly alarmed at seeing the people in the room. “What’s going on?”
“Harry, let’s talk later.” Kingsley repeated and this time, there was an unmistakable demand from his tone.
He barely spoke this way, let alone to Harry.
He barely demanded anything from anyone in this manner.
Something about his tone and the way that the people stared at Harry told him that this wasn’t a good idea at all.
“I want to talk about Draco and Hermione.” Harry said unable to stop himself with his temperament rising.
“Draco and Hermione?” Kingsley repeated.
“Yes.” Harry said. “I want you to make a restraining order against Draco Malfoy so he couldn’t come near Hermione.”
“That’s the thing, Harry.” Lupin said interrupting him.
Harry sharply looked at him and the way Lupin stared at him irritated him.
Something was amiss.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
Kingsley and Lupin exchanged glances and Harry didn’t miss it.
“What’s going on?” Harry demanded almost yelling. “I want to know what’s going on!”
“Draco.” Lupin said in a clear voice. “Draco Malfoy had come in earlier to request a restraining order against you, Harry.”
“Against me?” Harry repeated incredulously with his eyes widening in hatred.
“Yes.” Lupin said. “He came in earlier and took a note bearing Hermione’s signature who has just requested for a restraining order for you to come anywhere closer her.”
The color from Harry’s face drained momentarily but was quickly and completely replaced by the colour of red.
He looked murderous.
But before Lupin nor Kingsley or anyone else in the room could do anything, Harry had taken a firm hold of his wand and had stormed out of the conference hall with nothing but a blinding hatred in his heart and in his mind as he battled on where to go first – to the Malfoy Manor to take the life out of Draco or just straight to Azkaban and take the life of the man that was the cause of all the suffering he was enduring when all he wanted was to live a normal and peaceful life with Hermione Granger?

Snape staggered and blood sputtered out of his mouth as he reached the basement of their cottage.
The basement was meant to be storage of his potion ingredients and in Hermione’s lack of knowledge, was a smaller version of his potions laboratory that she didn’t know existed.
Despite her pandemonium on wanting to stay at the basement from time to time, Snape forbade her to go down there until he says so.
Hermione, despite the curiosity that was killing her knowing there was ‘nothing but storage room and junk’ down the basement, followed his order like the docile student that she was.
“Lumos.” Snape said barely able to move his hand with the wand and mutter the enchantment.
The room was lit and he moved across the room where the long wooden table of unfinished potions were.
He swiftly pointed it over a small cauldron and ignited fire.
Despite the swelling pain inside his chest, he was able to move across the room taking ingredients from drawers and shelves and throwing it over the cauldron to boil..
“Fuck.” Snape muttered as he felt his nose began to bleed.
He grabbed a cloth from the small drawer at the other side of the room and limped back to the table.
He impatiently stared at the cauldron with simmering potion.
He cursed himself and took a mental note that after tonight, he was going to have to brew a couple of it in advance than to have to wait in literal dying pain as it brewed.
He continued to press the cloth over his nose where the bleeding wouldn’t stop just as the heavy pain inside his chest.
Snape groaned as another jolt of pain grew inside of him, momentarily immobilizing him as he tried to focus and sit upright on the chair.
His fingers grasped the ends of the table as the searing pain passed through his body.
More blood came out from his nose.
He stared back at the cauldron with slightly blurry vision and saw that it was nearly ready.
He pointed his wand across the room and a goblet and a small bottle flew over the table.
Barely able to move, he forced to move the goblet and the small corked bottle near him.
He poured the clear contents of the small vial onto the goblet and waited.
The potion was nearly ready.
Another jolt of pain passed through his chest.
It was pain like he had never felt before.
It felt like daggers were scratching down over his skin, tearing him into pieces and wanting to scrape the organs of his body off from him.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Snape said in his delirious and unrecovered state.
The potion has finally simmered to its full extend.
Snape pointed his wand and the fire from it died.
Another whip of his wand and the potion from the cauldron slowly filled itself over the goblet on the table.
Snape screamed as another jolt of pain passed through him.
He coughed and blood came out form his mouth.
With a barely able body from the pain, Snape forced his arm to move across the table to reach for the goblet.
He stared at the contents that has turned into a black color.
Sighing heavily, Snape quickly drank the hot potion and hungrily took it despite its temperature.
The taste was so bad he wanted to spit it out.
The pain inside him increased like he was being literary burned in hell.
He threw the goblet aside as the pain inside of him intensified.
Snape fell back on the floor on his back and the wand in his hand rolled out from his grasp.
He groaned as the pain grew worse inside of him.
He struggled on the floor, clutching his throat and chest that were bearing the pain at the moment.
He kicked on the stone cold floor as he struggled with the pain he endured.
He moved and squirmed over the floor as the pain that was at par in comparison that of the Cruciatus Curse moved all throughout his body.
One final cry from him and all the pain inside his body had vanished as quickly as it had come to him.
Snape lay on his back, breathless and eyes tightly shut.
He was breathing fast as he lay helpless on the stone cold floor.
He let his own throat go and the hand clutching his chest.
There was no trace of pain anywhere in his body.
The bleeding of his nose had stopped.
All possible cause of pain and irregularity had vanished from his body.
His visions were slowly going back to its normal state.
“Accio wand!” Snape muttered in the softest whisper he could possibly do at the moment.
He felt that all energy from his body has left him.
His wand had flown right into his hands.
Snape lay on the ground breathless and heavily thinking.
Just an hour ago, he felt heavenly – literary and figuratively speaking.
He had taken Hermione Granger.
Yes, his student..
He had taken Hermione for the first time ever.
She was pure and untouched.
She was his.
And now, he had to pay the price for that.
It was something he was likely to endure not only today or the day after nor the week after.
Not even just the month after.
He was to endure it in the full run and course of seven years.
The pain he had endured for a few minutes felt like he was being killed and grilled down in hell
Now atleast he knew how that felt and he could have a little practice on that.
Snape tried to move from the floor but his body felt too weak and too heavy at the moment.
He closed his eyes and recalled how beautiful Hermione was.
How soft her skin was against his touch, how innocent her movements were and how sweet her kisses had been.
He would have to deal with her emotions later but as far as he knows, she had thoroughly enjoyed their time together just as he had.
He made sure that Hermione was unlikely to forget that first time.
He wasn’t prepared for it, he didn’t even plan it.
But it came and he could just hate himself because he wanted her once more.
The wounds from his body from the Dark Lord’s attack wasn’t even fully healed yet and now he had to endure that hell-like state earlier.
So that was what it felt like for the effects of the Urduja Curse to run through one’s body.
It had passed his veins and bloody.
It has passed his body in accordance to what was supposed to happen because he made love to her.
The moment he made love to her, a part of the Urduja Curse had died by order of his immunity from the curse.
A part of the curse had died the moment that he had taken Hermione as his for the first time.
The curse’s properties transferred to his body and died there due to his immunity from it.
What was day one of the many days of seven years that he had to endure the same or possibly worse feeling the moment he makes love to her again?
The pain was so excruciating that he felt he was going to die as parts and parts of him felt the severe hellish pain.
Snape sighed heavily and forced himself to get up.
Tomorrow, she would not have known of what has taken place an hour right after they made love.
He was to keep that tonight and for the rest of the days and the nights that were to come.
Hermione must not know of the pain he endures in order to kill the curse inside of her.
It was enough for her to carry the reality and the burden that she had seven years of isolation with nobody but him – her ex-professor and present lover.
He could only laugh at the term – lover.
He wasn’t her lover.
He was nobody for her.
It was enough for her to carry the burden of what she only knew – her knowledge of everything must but limited and he had to make sure of that.
It was enough for Hermione to think of the things as they seem to be.
He wasn’t going to ask her to carry the burden and the knowledge of what he had to endure every single time he was to make love to her in order to kill the curse inside of her.
He wasn’t going to and was never going to let her know of the price of the pleasure she would think he was having every single time that they will make love to one another.
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