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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:
I PASSED THE AUDITION! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAAAAAY!!!
OKAY. I'M SO FREAKING HAPPY.
SO HERE IS ONE OF THE BIGGEST CHAPTER EVER. LOL
I AUDITIONED THIS MORNING TO THE PROFESSOR WHO COINCIDENTALLY WAS ALSO THE SAME PROFESSOR WHO AUDITIONED ME AND ACCEPTED ME WHEN I ENTERED THE CONSERVATORY.
I TEARY EYED TOLD HIM THAT EARLIER AFTER HE HUGGED ME AND CONGRATULATED ME.
HE SAID IT WAS NICE TO KNOW ALTHOUGH I MUST UNDERSTAND THAT HE DOESN'T REMEMBER SO. I TOLD HIM IT WAS OKAY CAUSE IT WOULD BE RIDICULOUS FOR HIM TO REMEMBER ME.
SO I TOMORROW EVEN IF I'VE PASSED ALREADY HE TOLD ME TO COME BACK TO HIM FOR A SPECIAL LESSON. SORT OF LIKE MASTERCLASS.
I TOLD MY BESTFRIEND ABOUT IT AND HE SAID THAT HE DOES NOT DO THAT FOR FREE AND THE ONLY REASON HE DOES IT FOR FREE IS IF HE SEES 'SPARK' OR 'RARE TALENT' IN A STUDENT.
OMG. OKAY. I MUST NOT DWELL ON THAT.
BUT YAAAY STILL I'M SO HAPPY ABOUT IT. HAHAH.
OKAY. ANYWAY. BACK TO BUSINESS.
HERE'S A CHAPTER.
IT'S A BIG ONE.
IT WILL ANSWER SEVERAL QUESTIONS ALL IN A FEW FLASHBACKS AND ALL THAT.

INES - MY SISTER! lols i have an fb if you want i can send it to you or something. any email or whatever? yes, i'd love to see you through fb or instagram or whatever!!!! hahaha.
As usual, i love your review. I just didn't get your point on 'pathetic longing' on the bag. i'm sorry i think i might have lost my braincells when you commented on that.
other than, i hope this chapter changes your opinion on snape, lupin and harry. but most especially snape. lol hahaha though you are right with the thing you said about rape and all that.
snape's intentions might have been clear and clean at the begining, but they definitely changed through time. he is after all, just human and just a man.
few last chapters to come. yes, we are nearing the end! sadly! but don't worry. a new fanfic is cooking and YES STILL A SNAPE FIC. but prolly will happen after my recital or graduation rites. hope you are well and can't wait for your next review and say on this chapter.

chaymae - hallo my dear! thank you for the spiritual guidance you've sent. i passed! yay. yay. lol hope you like this chapter. just a tiny bit of sexual content but sort of heavy on why it has happened.

hope you guys like this chapter.
hope everyone is well.
i'm ecstatic.
i will get a good sleep tonight for tomorrow is another day to battle for practice.
hope everyone is well.
lots of love xx

Chapter Thirty Three
Memories

“You alright?” Harry asked.
Hermione turned around and stared at Harry who had come out of the house.
Hermione nodded and walked towards him.
She moved and tightly buttoned Harry’s traveling cloak.
“I don’t like the idea of this.” Harry said pointing at the charm placed over everyone else.
They all looked like him after a couple of charms and ofcourse, the detested Polyjuice Potion that Hermione helped Lupin to brew.
“You’ve got no choice and it’s been decided so.”
“Decided so?” Harry repeated. “I don’t remember deciding on it.”
“It was voted for, Harry.” Hermione said straightening out his collar. “We all voted for this to happen. We all wanted this.”
“All of you.” Harry muttered with a sharp glint in his eyes. “I also do not remember voting for this.”
“Harry, please.”
“This was voted for without my consent.”
Hermione smiled at him and embraced his irritated figure.
“I don’t want any of you to die.” Harry said looking at her quickly changing mood and gently caressing her cheek.
“No one is going to die.” Hermione said. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
Harry stared at her and didn’t say anything.
Despite her positivity and the things that were prepared for in advance in order for this transfer to happen, he was still feeling bad about something.
Something was amiss, something wasn’t quite right.
“This was your idea.”
“Professor Lupin agreed to it.” Hermione pointed out. “He has thought of it too, it’s not just me.”
“No.” Harry said. “It was a mere idea for him but you were the one who forced everyone else into it.”
“But it’s brilliant, isn’t it?” Hermione asked proudly. “It would confused them. It would buy us time to escape you out of it should anything unwanted come up.”
“This isn’t the point I’m trying to say here.”
“Harry, stop being so worried.”
“Lupin only agreed to it because you and the others have forced him to agree to it – making him see sense on the plan when I don’t see it at all.”
Hermione heavily breathed and took a tighter hold around his neck.
“Harry Potter.” Hermione said. “Harry Potter.. why are you so worried?”
“Because we’re about to travel in the midst of the night, with most of us having the same face as I am, we’re about to travel blindly in the nightsky and with Death Eaters everywhere – waiting for us – these are only a handful of reasons I am extremely worried.”
Hermione didn’t say anything.
She bit her lower lip and smiled at him.
“We’re here.” Hermione said. “We would protect you.”
“That’s exactly my point.”
Hermione didn’t say anything.
She also didn’t feel right about tonight but she was not going to tell him that.
“If it makes you feel better, I’ll ride with you tonight.” Hermione offered with a calm smile.
“No.” Harry quickly said. “That is not going to happen.”
He turned from her but Hermione grabbed him and placed her hands around his waist.
She tightened her embrace from behind and inhaled his scent.
Harry sighed heavily, completely stressed out with the situation.
“Please, Harry.” Hermione said. “Let me stay with you tonight.”
“That’s the most ridiculous and dangerous idea you’ve ever had.”
Hermione tightened her embrace.
Harry sighed, closing his eyes and turning to her.
Hermione smiled up at him and stared at the emerald eyes she fell in love with.
“Yes, Harry Potter?” she asked.
Harry stared.
It was an offer he didn’t want to refuse.
It would ensure that Hermione was closest to him, therefore, he would be able to watch over her and protect her at full extent.
“Yes?” Hermione asked him. “I’ll tell Lupin to switch with me. He can ride with Ginny and Ron with Mad-Eye or something.”
“I don’t know..”
“Yes?” she repeated closely watching him. “Yes, Harry?”
Harry stared at her for a moment.
There was something in her smile he couldn’t say no to.
There was something in the way she smiled at him tonight that was seemingly unforgettable.
“Yes, Harry Potter?” she asked giggling.
Harry sighed heavily and pulled her to him.
He kissed her forehead and nodded.
“Yes.” Harry whispered at her kissing her softly. “Yes, we’ll switch with Lupin. I’ll take you instead.”
Hermione smiled at him and embraced Harry tightly.
She suddenly felt the urge to want to memorize his scent - his facial features, his warm smile – the way his hands felt around hers.
Something about Harry tonight seemed different.
Something about tonight felt different.
She wanted to memorize him and every part of him for something in the depths of her, she felt that something foreboding was inevitably growing.

“Are you alright?
Hermione looked up and saw Draco walking towards her.
She was sitting by the terrace, staring out at the elegant and vast garden area of the Malfoy Manor.
“I’m fine.” Hermione quietly replied looking back at the beautiful scenery before her.
Draco walked next to her and asked the servant to place the tray of breakfast next to them.
“Breakfast?” he offered with a smile.
“I’m not very hungry.”
“You need to eat though.” Draco said taking a toast from the platter and sitting next to her.
Hermione only nodded at him.
She has not felt this peaceful in a long time.
It has been a day since Draco took her from Harry’s place.
A few hours after she had woken, Draco quickly offered if she wanted to make a restraining order against Harry in order for her to have a peaceful time away from him.
He offered his place for her to stay.
Hermione was reluctant but she wanted to be away from Harry for quite some time.
The trauma she had endured at his place was so severe that she was willing to dive into anything comfortable that was offered to her.
Draco made the letter and had her sign it.
It was temporary, but it would atlesat buy her a few days so she could think and help herself emotionally heal even for a little while.
“The trial is in two days.” Draco told her. “Are we attending?”
“Yes.” Hermione said without hesitation.
Draco nodded at her and sat quietly next to her.
Never in his life had he ever imagined that he would be offering Hermione Granger this peaceful view at the Malfoy Manor.
“The library at the West Wing is open for you if you would like to take your mind off things.”
Hermione only nodded.
She knew how vast the selections there were and how beautiful that place sounded.
But at the moment, she couldn’t care about anything else at all.
She kept relieving in her mind’s eye the past few days she had endured in Harry’s place.
He had tied her, forced her to eat and had grudgingly laid a hand or two on her when went against his will.
The feeling was enormously overwhelming and scary and yet – yet at the same time, she felt that everything that has transpired in the last few days was more than familiar.
She had endured almost the same things at the cottage at Beltane in the hands of a different man.
“Do you think it possible for me to see Severus?” she slowly asked Draco.
Draco sighed heavily.
In truth, he wanted that to happen.
He knew how much Snape wanted to see Hermione despite his words.
He also knew how much Hermione wanted to see him up close since their parting months ago from which she was rescued.
But he also knew that these would complicate things further and might make unwanted implications and effect on Snape’s trial.
“I will try and see what I can do.” Draco quietly said. “I make no promises, Hermione.”
“That’s good enough.”
Another silence took place.
“The memories you’ve shown me, Hermione..” Draco slowly began wanting to ask this for quite some time now.
“What about them?”
He felt reluctant.
“They seem to lack.. some things..” Draco said quietly observing her.
Hermione shifted uncomfortably from her position.
“Lack things?” she slowly repeated.
“Yes.” Draco said. “Your memories seemed.. I’m not saying.. tampered with but.. there seemed to be gaps..”
Hermione didn’t immediately answer him.
She wasn’t sure what to answer.
“You don’t have to tell me everything if you don’t want to.” Draco quickly said staring at her suddenly uncomfortable form.
Hermione shook her head but no words came out.
Draco watched her grasp the ends of the dress he had bought for her the other day.
“Draco..”
“You don’t have to Hermione.” Draco said forcing a smile. “You don’t need to tell me anything you’re uncomfortable of talking about – I would understand that. I only wondered about it just incase it might help Severus’ case.”
“It’s not like that.” Hermione said and Draco could see the dread and struggle in her facial features.
“Hermione?”
Hermione turned to him and reached out for his hand.
Draco stood from his chair and quickly went to her, holding her hand.
It was cold and slightly trembling.
Hermione looked like she was going to vomit right then and there.
“Hermione?”
“It’s not that I don’t want..” Hermione began with her lips almost just mumbling the words.
“You can tell me.” Draco said gently holding her hands in his. “You can tell me, Hermione.”
Hermione stared at the blue eyes before her.
“Draco it’s not that I don’t to…” Hermione whispered pressing her hands around his.
“Then what is it?” Draco quietly asked her.
Hermione bit her lower lip.
Draco took that as a sign that she was both scared and nervous to tell him.
“I don’t remember.” Hermione finally answered her. “I don’t remember them, Draco.”
“Don’t remember?” Draco repeated slightly confused. “What do you mean you don’t remember?”
“I don’t remember it.” Hermione fearfully repeated. “There are.. there are gaps in my head.. in my memory..”
She was almost crying as she pressed her hands over his.
Draco stared for a moment and the realization slowly dawned on him.
He knew it.
He felt that way when he showed her parts of her memories before.
He even felt like he has endured something of the sort before but that wasn’t really important at the moment.
“Your memory has been tampered?” he asked in shock. “Your memory has been-“
“I’m not sure.” Hermione cried at him. “There are days.. times for which.. for which I see things in my head.. things I’m not.. things I don’t fully remember happening but I’ve felt like… like they’ve happened..”
“I don’t understand.. wait..What do you - tell me the things you just remember?”
“Memories..” Hermione answered. “Shortened memories.. or clips.. things.. broken things inside my head.. broken memories like something, something has been taken or erased but something was left there.. some things were purposely left there and some others taken..”
Draco watched as she cried and held her temple, shaking her head.
It didn’t really make sense.
Why would someone erase memories or rather certain parts of memories?
“Does Harry know?” he slowly asked her. “Does anyone else?”
“No.” Hermione cried shaking her head. “I haven’t told anyone- I couldn’t –I only told you - I couldn’t tell anyone because they might think I’m crazy or – or it might damage Severus’ chance of getting out of this-“
“But if he’s innocent as you tell me so, he would-“
“No, Draco..” Hermione said. “I won’t take chance on that.. You need to promise me that you would keep this.”
“But if these memories were taken.. they are essential.. they are..” Draco stopped talking as he took both her arms back from her head and tried to calm her down.
He stared at her devastated form.
What was happening exactly?
“Hermione, look at me.” Draco asked forcing her. “Hermione, please look at me.”
Hermione shook her tearful face but she slowly looked up at him.
“You need to tell me which memories these are.. we need to… I need to see which memories of yours have been tampered with.. we need to know what importance they are.. why were they taken from you..”
“I don’t know.. I can’t..”
“You’re brilliant and intelligent and strong.” Draco said. “Do this with me.. trust me, Hermione. I want to help you. I want to help Severus.. If we can sort this out, we’d find out what.. It might help Severus.”
Those words were something Hermione couldn’t say no to.
She slowly looked up at him.
Draco held her tearful gaze.
“Hermione, you need to tell me what you strongly remember about these broken memories.”
“There was someone else.” Hermione quietly answered him. “There seemed to be someone else inside my head.. who was there.”
“Who was there?” Draco asked her. “Who was there, where?” he asked.
Hermione bit her lip.
“At the cottage?” he asked her. “At the cottage? At the island?”
“Yes.”
Draco’s heart was pumping fast at the answer.
Apparently, there was really more to what has happened many years ago.
This was far more complicated than he thought of.
And Snape had a lot of explaining to do.
“What do you remember?” Draco asked her. “What do you remember about this memory and circumstance?”
“The Unbreakable Vow.” Hermione quietly answered. “Someone had created the Unbreakable Vow because I remember holding hands with Severus and the light of the spell.”
Draco’s heart felt like it was being pierced thoroughly.
He couldn’t clearly state inside his hand what has happened but in accordance to her revelation, he might have hunches of these said memories and what might have completely taken place ten years ago.

Hermione quietly sat by the dining table staring at the woman in front of her.
The beautiful lady of the Malfoy Manor sat before her, casually sipping a tea that Snape had made.
She couldn’t believe it.
She couldn’t believe her eyes that someone else was at the cottage and of all people, it had to be this woman.
She despised her in way she couldn’t understand.
But Snape seemed to be very keen of her and her presence in their little cottage.
She had arrived earlier that morning and had taken delight into bringing in bags of groceries and a bag filled with newly bought clothes both for her and for Snape.
She wanted to burn the things she had brought in the cottage.
But Snape seemed unwilling to have her out of his sight.
Was it jealousy she felt against this woman?
“Easy, Miss Granger.”
Hermione blinked and realized she was staring at her with such an irritating smile at her.
“What?” she snapped angrily.
Narcissa shook her head and lowered the tea cup on the table.
“You stare at me as if you hate me that you’d literary take some fangs and scratch me..”
“I do hate you.” Hermione coldly replied.
She only smirked but did not answer.
They could both hear Snape finishing the meal he has promised to make for them in less time.
“You hate me?” Narcissa softly said. “But I saved your life.”
“You were only saving your own skin or rather Draco’s.”
Narcissa still didn’t say anything.
She was staring at Hermione as if she was some princess she was so fond of annoying.
“Severus, I really don’t need to stay for dinner. I can go in a while.” Narcissa called out.
They heard Snape move things in the dining calling back that he was nearly done.
“Please.” Hermione said. “Stay for dinner seeing you’ve already stayed for the whole day.”
“You were the one unwilling to cooperate fully.” Narcissa pointed out. “If you worked earlier and fast with the two of us, I would have been gone hours ago.”
Hermione bit her lip and clenched her hands beneath the table.
How could the woman just enter their home and speak like that to her.
Did she not know how devastated she already was?
Was she delighted that she was being this way?
“I don’t need you here.” Hermione said. “We don’t need you here.”
Narcissa laughed – a cackle of a laughter that almost resembled Bellatrix’s.
Only that hers was slightly sweeter and less evil.
“You might not need me my dear, but Severus does.”
Hermione’s hatred for the woman increased by the moment.
If only they did not need her.
But she was right.
They needed her.
She needed her.
Narcissa came in that morning and they had a talk at Snape’s basement for which she wasn’t allowed nor included.
It took them almost all morning before coming out of the basement.
They then had coffee and sooner than she expected, Snape came to her rom and asked her to join them.
They returned to the basement and she had been asked to do something.
She held hands with Snape as Narcissa sat before them.
She wasn’t sure what exactly was to take place until Snape explained to her.
Apparently, Narcissa had a way against the Urduja Curse that her beloved sister placed upon her.
The seven years of seclusion she had to endure was apparently no secret to the woman as well.
She seemed to know things more than she did and she hated her for that.
And as if these things weren’t much for her to bear, they had to ask her one more thing.
She had to do the Unbreakable Vow.
She did not want to.
She did not want to do something she didn’t like.
But Snape told her that it was the only way to ensure that things would go the way they should.
She begged and promised Snape that she was good at controlling her emotions.
That she could control herself should a circumstance rose that would have her forced to spill everything.
Snape trusted her and she trusted him in return but she didn’t see the sense in it.
She was not to tell a soul of Narcissa’s appearance nor any of all the help that Narcissa was giving them.
She was not to tell a soul of the reason of her seclusion within the seven years in order for the enchantment of sealing it to work perfectly and be fully completed without any physical or emotional interference.
She was not to tell a soul about Snape helping and reviving Harry out of the state he was left with after the ambush.
She was not to tell a soul about Snape’s true intentions.
She couldn’t understand any of it and why these were the conditions asked of her for the Unbreakable Vow.
She had – reluctantly – but said yes and agreed to the terms of the spell.
In return, should she break any of it, Snape’s life was on the line.
Snape had made sure that Hermione was not to break any of the conditions of the vow.
Narcissa and Snape knew how much Hermione valued him for saving her and Harry’s life.
She was not about to betray him no matter what.
Snape planted in her head the value of the use of the Unbreakable Vow.
He said he trusted her with all his heart but that in circumstances that may rise at the future and her outbursts of emotions may interfere, they may not complete the seven years and she might do something unwanted that may harm Harry and the others.
It were all for her, it were for the Order and her friends, it were all for Harry Potter.

The dinner that Snape made and prepared for them was actually quite delicious and festive if only Hermione enjoyed it thoroughly.
Her mind was still on the woman in front of her.
After an hour of an awkward dinner for which Hermione kept giving her dagger stares, Narcissa decided to leave.
Snape felt Hermione’s anger.
She felt that only Narcissa wanted the Unbreakable Vow to take place.
Hermione felt as if Narcissa forced Snape into it so that her hands and name would be clean out of the situation she has dipped herself in.
The woman was as despicable as her sister in her own ways.
But Snape was the one who forced her into making the Unbreakable Vow.
She was the only one he trusted and the only one he could bring at the cottage to make it for them.
He forced her into it, making her see sense in it and telling her that he couldn’t help her and Draco most of all if things go haywire if Hermione’s emotions went uncontrollable.
Hermione walked behind Snape as they took Narcissa down the hallway of the cottage.
She was about to leave them.
She had been waiting for hours for the woman to leave and suddenly right now, it felt strange.
A battling feeling inside of her seemed to be screaming for the woman not to leave.
She was going to be alone again with only Snape at the cottage.
Narcissa wasn’t coming back.
Not anymore, not ever again.
She came only for one purpose alone and that purpose had been fulfilled.
She watched as she took her traveling cloak and covered herself with it.
She turned back and nodded curtly at her and smiled at Snape.
“I still have twelve bottles left.” Narcissa said and Snape nodded in their understanding.
Hermione only watched the two of them exchanged meaningful glares.
“Thank you, Cissy.” Snape simply said taking her to the door.
Hermione walked another step but Snape gently grabbed her hand and pulled her back.
There was a small line before the doorway’s threshold that she wasn’t allowed to cross.
She bitterly stared at him and took two steps back.
Narcissa glared at him then at Hermione.
She tried not to stare too long at the girl before her.
She didn’t want to kindle and caress the pity that was growing inside of her the first moment she had seen her.
“I’ll see you, Severus.” Narcissa said taking her wand out and turning from them.
“Be safe, Cissy.” Snape had said behind her back as he held the door.
Narcissa nodded and quietly stood with her back to them.
“Cissy?” Snape slowly asked seeing that she was unmoving and seemed to be thinking about something.
“I forgot something.” Narcissa whispered slowly turning back to them.
Hermione stared curiously as Narcissa turned to face them.
She looked at Snape momentarily as if wanting to apologize for something.
“Forgot something?” Snape asked her.
Narcissa quietly nodded at him but slowly turned to Hermione’s direction.
Hermione stared in wonder and then she slowly raised her wand hand and pointed it at her.
“Cissy?” Snape asked, slightly alarmed at the sight of her.
He didn’t have his wand with him as there was no need for it.
Hermione stared fearfully back at her and had grasped his arm in alarm.
“I’m sorry, Miss Granger.” Narcissa softly whispered pointing the wand at the level of her forehead.
“Mrs. M-Malfoy?”
“But I love my son too much to let him get hurt. There are things I want him to remember me for and there are things I don’t ever want him to know about.”
It sounded strange to both Snape and Hermione until Snape realized what she was about to do.
“Cissy-“ Snape said getting himself in front of Hermione who clutched fearfully and tightly behind him.
“Mrs. M-Malfoy what are you-“ she croaked out seeing her point the wand directly over her forehead.
Narcissa met Snape’s eyes.
He looked at her, begging her not to do what she was about to do.
“Obliviate.” Narcissa softly whispered with tears watering the sides of her eyes.
The jet of light emitted from her wand’s tip and went straight to Hermione’s head.
But Snape knew it wasn’t just some simple Memory Charm.
Narcissa was still muttering things under her breath.
She was only taking certain things out of Hermione’s mind.
She muttered another incantation and Hermione lost her consciousness and fell into Snape’s arms.
Snape caught her and worriedly stared at her and then back at Narcissa.
“What did you do-“ he asked worriedly shaking Hermione.
“She’ll be alright. I had to do what I had to do.” Narcissa said lowering her wand and taking the hood up of her cloak.
“Cissy-“
“I do not ask you to understand.” Narcissa said giving him a knowing stare. “I will see you after two weeks.”
She turned from him and waved her hand and walked to the boundary for which she could Disapparate and sooner than Snape thought, she slowly disappeared from view.

“Do you need anything else?” Narcissa asked as he watched Snape close his cloak and held the Death Eater’s mask in his other hand.
“I’m fine.” Snape muttered. “Will you be alright?”
Narcissa nodded.
“Draco is in his room. He is safe with me here tonight. I am feeling ecstatic.”
“Lucius will be at the second team.” Snape said as Narcissa straightened the back of his cloak.
“I don’t care which team he goes with.” Narcissa muttered.
She looked up at him with fearful eyes.
“Be safe.” Narcissa said. “Be safe tonight, Severus. The Order of the Phoenix are willing to die for the boy. They will not think twice on killing for defense.”
“That’s better.” Snape muttered. “Keeps them on their feet.”
Narcissa heavily breathed and stared up at him.
“Bellatrix will be at your team.”
There was evident worry in her tone as Snape looked up at her.
“The Dark Lord granted she stays with the first team.”
“I know.” Snape said. “I’ll keep an eye on her.”
Narcissa didn’t say anything.
She wasn’t sure what he was referring to exactly.
“Severus, please –“
“I won’t harm her.” Snape said.
Narcissa looked unconvinced.
“As long as she stays out of my way and does not do anything drastic or crazy, your sister is safe.”
“Bella will kill.” Narcissa warned him. “She is reckless and she will kill anyone in her way. I need you to be very careful.”
“I will.” Snape promised her knowing that given any chance, he’d love to strike on Bellatrix Lestrange.
Armed and ready, Snape headed for the door of the guest room for which he stayed at the manor.
“Do me a favor and ensure that Draco does not do anything drastic tonight by following us.”
“I will make sure he stays in his room.”
Snape turned back to Narcissa and gave her a curt nod.
Narcissa held his hand for a moment and pressed them firmly.
“Severus, if Harry Potter dies.. if he is handed to the Dark Lord you know it will be the end of us.”
“The end of everything.” Snape corrected her. “I will protect the boy.”
“The Dark Lord will kill you if he finds out of your loyalty.”
“He shall not question me.” Snape said. “Not after everything I had offered and given him.”
Narcissa looked nervous and worried all the same.
“You must not worry. He will not find out about my intentions.”
“I’m worried of the possible crossfire and how you might get hurt tonight.”
“They are planning to ambush the boy. This is my job – to protect him. That’s why I volunteered for the first team, Cissy. To ensure that things go our way. No other man can do this.”
“No other man can do what you do.” Narcissa said. “No other man can ever be Severus Snape.”
Snape breathed heavily and pulled her to him.
He gently kissed her forehead to comfort her.
“We’ve planned this already. I will protect the boy as he is transferred. I will ensure that the transfer becomes successful no matter the consequences and the.. the possible casualties.”
“You can’t stop me from worrying. You’ve laid too much of your life already.”
“I will give anything I could to ensure that this war is won by Harry Potter.”
Narcissa didn’t say anything.
Snape smiled at her.
“I will see you by tomorrow.” Snape said with the smallest of smile he could give. “Stay with Draco.”
Sooner than they thought, the Dark Lord has called for all the Death Eaters by the grand entrance of the Malfoy Manor to prepare for the flight to ambush Harry Potter and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix that plans to transfer him to a safer location.
Little did Snape know that there is a fate awaiting him at tonight’s ambush.
A fate that not any of them was ever prepared for.

“Ready?” Snape asked entering the room.
Hermione looked up at him from the bed.
Snape’s eyes narrowed.
Books were stacked in a corner, her clothes were still all scattered all over the bed and the floor and other things were still not yet prepared nor packed.
The traveling bag he bought the other day at the thrift store lay open and empty at the end of their bed.
“Can you tell me why exactly you’re not yet packed?” he slowly asked sitting on the bed.
Hermione sighed and turned from him, furiously focused on a book she was reading
Snape stared at her quiet form.
He pursed his lips and sighed.
“Hermione?” he asked gently. “You were supposed to be done packing by now. We leave in three hours.”
“I’m not in the mood.”
“Not in the mood?” Snape repeated incredulously. “Not in the mood? Are you kidding me?”
Hermione didn’t answer.
“Hermione.” Snape said.
She ignored him.
“Hermione, if you don’t face me now and talk to me-“
“You’re going to what?” Hermione snapped turning to him.
She threw the book at the end of the bed and moved back at the headboard glaring angrily at him.
“What’s wrong?” he softly asked reaching for her. “What’s wrong Hermione?”
She stared at him disbelievingly with a disapproving glare.
“Really?” Hermione asked. “You’re going to ask me that?”
Snape sighed heavily and tried to reach for her again.
She moved herself away from him.
Snape looked away for a moment, his eyes roaming all the scattered belongings around the room.
He was staring at everything but at her.
“We’ve talked about this, Hermione.” Snape said with finality in his tone. “Don’t be stubborn about it.”
“Stubborn?” Hermione repeated. “What am I, a child?”
“Yes, at the moment.” Snape snapped back at her. “You’re exactly that right now, Miss Granger.”
Hermione’s temper flared.
“What did you say?” she asked. “What did you just call me?”
Snape cursed himself at the slip of the tongue.
He didn’t answer.
He suddenly felt her dive across the bed and forced him to face her.
“What did you just call me?” she angrily asked.
Snape faced her, unable to say a word.
Hermione suddenly slapped him.
It was so hard that it turned his face red.
He didn’t say anything.
Hermione suddenly burst into tears.
“Why are you so cold?” she cried at him.
Snape stared at her.
Slowly, he reached for her.
Hermione moved herself from him and shoved his hand away.
He reached for her legs and gently caressed them until Hermione’s features softened and he was able to pull him closer to her.
“We’ve talked about this.”
“I don’t want to go.”
“You know you have to go.” Snape whispered taking her in his arms. “Hermione, you have to go.”
Seven years.
Seven years were finally over.
She was finally – finally – free of the Urduja Curse.
She was finally allowed to go back to Harry and the others.
She was finally free.
But now, it absolutely didn’t feel right.
“Please don’t call me that.” Hermione cried as she lay against him. “Please don’t call me that.”
Snape nodded at her and held her tighter in his arms.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Snape said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Come with me.” Hermione said placing her fingers around his. “Just come with me, Severus.”
She felt Snape shift beneath him and sighed heavily in his stress.
“We’ve already talked about things.”
“Yes, but there could be changes.” Hermione said. “We can make amends and arrangements.”
“The moment you return to them, it would buy me several days of time to fix and settle on things we’ve left behind. Then you know where I should be.”
“What if they don’t believe you?” Hermione asked him. “What if-“
“Draco will help me.” Snape said. “The moment we return, it would be easier for me to access Draco.”
Hermione shook her head.
“We can do this together.” Hermione pleaded. “We don’t have to part, Severus.”
“You need to go back to them.” Snape clearly said. “You need to go back to them first and.. you need to rearrange your life.. you need to go back.”
“I don’t want to go back.”
“Please don’t be stubborn. This was the plan from the beginning.”
“But they changed.” Hermione protested looking up at him. “Did they not change?”
He looked down at her.
At the freckles, at the way her nose wrinkled, at her beautiful eyes and the scent that her skin left against his.
Ofcourse, everything has clearly changed.
But things had to go back – or rather – she had to go back.
A deal was a deal.
“I will tell them.” Hermione said. “I will explain to them.. I will.. we would do this together.”
Snape didn’t say anything.
He knew it wasn’t going to be easy.
Hermione’s disappearance was already hard to accept.
Her returning with him tagged along as the lover was something he didn’t want to bag on.
“Do I not matter to you?” Hermione asked. “Did we not change things?”
Snape looked at her.
Without a word, he moved closer and took her lips to his, deeply kissing her.
Hermione moaned in his mouth.
She gently grabbed his hand and then quickly placed it between her thighs.
She had been waiting for him all morning.
He has said that he needed to deliver some of his creations to a client.
But she knew better.
Snape just did not want to see her pack her belongings before they leave for the train later.
Snape kissed her then pulled back but Hermione locked his face into hers by placing her hands around his neck.
She forced him to kiss her, her other hand pulled down by her to run between her thighs.
“Hermione – please-“ Snape moaned between their kisses.
His hands started running between her thighs, his fingers reaching up and feeling the wetness from her underwear.
“Please don’t let me go.” Hermione cried letting him kiss her, allowed him full access to her body.
“I love you, Hermione.” Snape whispered, gently lifting her clothes and planting kisses from her abdominal area and up her breasts while his other hand reached beneath her dress to grasp her between the legs.
“I love you, Severus.” Hermione cried as Snape’s mouth lingered all over her, his hands mercilessly moving around and about her making her forget everything that was about to commence.

Snape found himself in the midst of the night in the visiting room.
He had been woken and taken there at the room where he usually met Draco.
“Did something happen?” he asked as Draco entered the room at the ungodly hour.
Draco was quiet as he entered not really knowing what to say.
He was trying to calm himself down as he wasn’t sure how he would face him and talk to him about what he had just discovered.
“Draco?” Snape asked concerned.
Draco sat at the opposite chair from the table and stared at his own godfather.
“Hermione has requested a restraining order against Potter.” Draco relayed unable to immediately tell his godfather why he was there.
Snape slightly looked alarmed but he remained composed.
“Is she alright?” he asked her.
“Harry’s kept her locked in for days. That’s why she wasn’t at the trial. He’s had her literary tied to her bed and fed her because he wouldn’t let her near any object that might hurt either of them.”
Snape’s eyes flashed in anger.
“He what?” he angrily asked. “He tied her? He fucking-“
“She’s better and she’s fine.” Draco said. “She’s at the manor and getting better. But that’s now why I’m here.”
Snape glared at him.
What was more important than that for him to come over in the middle of the night?
“What’s happened?” Snape asked him. “What has happened, Draco?”
“You tell me.” Draco said unable to hide his slight frustration at him.
Snape stared at him with no comprehension at all of what was going on.
“Draco, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”
“Fine.” Draco said. “Let’s go straight to the point then.”
Draco sat back on the chair and sighed heavily.
“I’ve been trying to help you from day one and I’ve asked you to tell me everything. You’ve been helpful – yes, but you haven’t been completely honest with me.”
“I’ve been honest with you.” Snape said raising his eyebrow at the attitude Draco was showing him.
“No, you haven’t.” Draco said with controlled irritation in his voice.
Snape’s patience had its limit.
“Tell me what’s going on so I can help you with whatever it is you’ve been pissed about.”
Draco stared momentarily as if checking if he was lying or if he was really going to help him.
“Remember when I told you that Hermione told me things?” he asked him. “When I’ve told you that Hermione has shown me things?”
“Yes.” Snape said through gritted teeth at the memory of it.
He still didn’t want Draco knowing about all the precious things he had shared with Hermione back in the cottage despite that it would help his case.
“What about them?”
“Apparently, when I’ve seen those memories I knew something was up.. something was amiss. I’ve thought it was just me – being paranoid and overthinking – but apparently, not. I was right.”
“Right?” Snape asked uncertainly.
“I’ve thought about it. The memories seemed tampered. And I’ve found out that after all this time, it seems that I was right.”
“Tampered memories?” Snape repeated. “Draco, I don’t understand – I’ve never tampered with Hermione’s memories-“
“No.” Draco said. “I didn’t think so. Not you, per se. So who was it?”
“Who was what?”
“Who else was at the cottage?” he asked straightforward. “Who else knew about you and Hermione back at the cottage?”
Snape’s heart skipped a beat.
He couldn’t answer that.
No, that was something he couldn’t answer at all costs.
He was glad that Hermione had not divulge about it.
But given that her memory has been tampered, she might have slight and small understanding of the things and memories inside her head that could have killed either of them if she admitted things to Draco.
Despite her tampered memories, she did not only stay true to her word and promises.
The feeling, the memory and the enchantment of the Unbreakable Vow had stayed deep in her senses.
She was not able to tell Draco everything.
“I can’t help you.” Snape said standing up from the table. “I can’t answer that.”
Draco watched as his godfather stood up and turned from him.
“Answer me.” Draco demanded.
“I can’t.” Snape said. “I can’t help you with this, Draco.”
Draco stared at his back.
He knew that tone too well.
He knew that he wasn’t going to say anything else, not another word to whatever it was he was keeping.
He stared at his godfather, thinking, thinking fast and thinking hard.
What would he keep?
What would Hermione keep?
What would be taken from her that neither of them could say a word about it?
It took him a moment or two but when it came to his mind, he felt like his head had been spun around and his heart had been struck.
He quickly moved forward and forced Snape to face him.
“You did it.” Draco said breathing fast and heavy. “You did.. but who?” he asked.
Snape looked away, silently cursing Draco’s intellect.
“You did it – look at me, I’m talking to you – look at me-“
“Draco, please, I can’t tell you – I cannot –“
“But how? There must – there was – someone else –“ Draco said, his mind swirling at the possibilities.
Snape turned away, he did not want him to see the expression over his face that might tell him everything.
There was a long silence before Draco spoke again.
“You couldn’t tell me.. you couldn’t tell any of us and neither could Hermione-“
“Draco, stop it.”
“I couldn’t… I should have seen it in the first place. But who?” Draco asked him. “Who else knew of this?”
Snape could tell that his mind was working fast and hard by the facial features he was giving away.
His eyes suddenly widened as he stared up at Snape.
“It couldn’t.. “ Draco breathed. “She.. wouldn’t..”
“Draco.” Snape said turning to him and grasping his wrist.
Draco shoved his hand away and moved a step back.
He was piecing things together in his head.
His guess of having a tampered memory himself was there.
Someone else had tampered his memory because there was one recollection in his mind from which he had always felt different or odd and wrong all the same.
His eyes widened as he took another step from Snape who looked back at him with great concern and worry.
He remembered the things that could have been and should have been.
The oddities that had taken place before and the way things were going around and about.
Their resources at the cottage, Hermione’s reluctance to tell the truth in the court, Snape’s admittance of a crime he was innocent of – everything else in between – it all now made sense to him.
But could it be?
Could it really be?
“The Unbreakable Vow.” Draco whispered looking up at him. “There had to be a third person at that cottage.” Draco said seeing Snape avoid his gaze as much as possible.
“You should go.” Snape said. “Find another way to free me.”
“No.” Draco said determined to get all the answers.
Snape shook his head and turned from him again.
“It was mother.” Draco whispered piecing everything inside his head and having a hard time catching up the thought inside his head and the words out of his mouth.
“Draco.”
“It was mother who was there.” Draco said. “It was mother who knew about everything.”
He didn’t believe what his own mouth was saying.
“Draco, your mother was a good woman.”
“Obviously.” Draco said. “Too good of a woman for a son she loved deeply. She did everything she could.. she weave things through.. she helped you.. she.. she..”
Draco stopped.
They both heard the doors being opened and two Aurors entered.
“What’s going on?” Draco asked alarmed as the Aurors went forward and took Snape.
Snape nodded at him and whispered that he was fine although the Aurors were obviously hurting him.
“Wait, what’s going on?” Draco asked. “I’m talking to my client here-“
One of the Aurors stopped him from getting nearer them.
“He has to be taken to another room. He has a visitor.”
“A visitor at this hour?” Draco asked. “At this hour?”
The man looked at him with disgust.
Draco’s eyes narrowed.
“I’m his fucking council!”
“Mr. Harry Potter is at the other room to see the accused, Mr. Severus Snape.” the Auror simply said.
It stopped Draco from asking questions.
He stared as the man nodded at him and they left the room, dragging Snape behind with Draco standing alone in the room in complete awe and utter confusion in his head on what has just transpired.
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