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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33391 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Complete. Het, solo, oral.

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WARNING! This chapter contains element of non consensual sex and abuse. If this subject matter disturbs or upsets you, please do not read.

Hermione glanced around the ornate room, trying to establish her bearings. She was clearly inside some type of Ballroom, Malfoy Manor perhaps? She wasn't sure. Robed figures stood in a semi circle facing a raised dais that contained 3 kneeling figures. Moving closer she saw a 19 year old Severus Snape. She recognized the other two figures kneeling beside him as Mulciber and Avery. Searching the crowd carefully, she quickly located a much younger Lucius Malfoy standing along side Bellatrix and the Lestrange brothers. Lucius Malfoy's blonde hair almost glowed in the candle light. 'It's hard to believe someone so beautiful could be so evil.' She thought ruefully. A soft murmur rippled through the crowd and she returned her attention back to the front of the room.

“Voldemort.” Her breath caught in her throat as a dark haired man moved across the dais to stand before the kneeling figures.

Hermione had heard from both Harry and Ginny that Tom Riddle, prior to his transformation, had been striking to look at. But no adjective existed to describe the almost ethereal beauty of the man now standing before her on the stage. He was so handsome he was almost painful to look at. She watched, transfixed as he spread his arms and addressed the room.

“Brethren. We are gathered together this evening to welcome 3 new members into our fold.” He gestured to the kneeling figures. His speech and movements reminded Hermione of Televangelists she had seen on Sunday morning telly at her parents house. She had never been able to understand how seemingly intelligent, rational Witches and Wizard's had so willingly aligned themselves with this mad man, but as she listened to him speak about Magical Supremacy and the pureblood's duty to Wizard kind, it all became much clearer to her. He was eloquent, passionate, charismatic. He held the audience captive with his words and his gestures. She could almost, for a moment, believe she truly didn't belong in the magical world, didn't deserve to possess her wand. She shook that thought away as he stepped before the kneeling figures. “Please bare your left arm.” One by one, the young men pulled back there sleeves.

Lord Voldemort withdrew his wand. “Severus Snape. I mark you as my own.” Hermione bit back a gasp as he touched his wand to Snape's flesh. She could hear the sizzle and smell the burning flesh as the Dark mark slowly formed. She watched as the muscles in the dark haired wizard's face tensed in pain. “You will carry my mark all the days of your life. With it, we will never be parted, we will be as one. One mind, one purpose, one belief. Do you declare yourself my loyal servant.”

“I do my Lord.” Severus' rich baritone rang out in the silent room.

“So be it.”

Hermione watched as each new Death Eater was marked and sworn in by Voldemort. Carefully helping them to their feet, he turned and addressed the crowd. “Welcome our new members. Let the celebration begin.” A loud cheering filled the room.

Curious, Hermione moved nearer as Snape slowly descended from the dais. Now that he was standing, she could see the physical differences in his younger self. Thin and wiry, he seemed to be all arms and legs. He reminded her of a young colt. His long black hair hung down, obscuring his face and his movements lacked the grace and confidence of his mature self. She watched as he made his way silently to the refreshment table and helped himself to a large glass of whiskey. Trailing behind him as he moved amongst the guests, Hermione couldn't help but compare the event to any cocktail party she had ever attended. House elves baring trays of canapes and drinks circulated among the crowd, who stood in small groups chatting softly. Many stopped and congratulated Snape as he passed by.

“This is it? It's so tame.” She thought as she followed him on his third trip to the drink table. She noticed that his speech was beginning to slur, but he seemed stable on his feet. Wondering what she was missing, she turned in a circle, scanning the room. She spotted Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix over by the raised dais speaking quietly with Voldemort. Almost as if responding to an unspoken signal, the guests slowly began to make their way towards the stage, an uneasy tension began to fill the room.

“Uh oh. Now what?” She wondered as she followed Severus to the edge of the dais. She watched as Voldemort retook the stage, Lucius Malfoy and Rudolphus Lestrange stood silently behind him. She could feel the tension and apprehension that filled Snape's body as the Dark Lord addressed the crowd, an evil and salacious smile darkening his countenance.

“And now Brethren, the moment I know you've been eagerly anticipating, the evening's entertainment.” He made a sweeping gesture and stepped off the stage.

“Oh no.” Hermione blanched as two Deatheaters she didn't recognize stepped up on the stage dragging a bound, gagged and blindfolded muggle girl behind them. “Oh Merlin.” She moaned as they pulled away her blindfold and released her bindings. Horror filled her as Rudolphus stepped up, lazily flicking his wand, vanishing the girl's clothing. “She can't be more then 15.” She thought as she watched both Lucius and Rudolphus drop their robes, revealing their naked, and excited, forms. The girl's eyes were wide with horror as she scanned the two nude and aroused men; turning her face to the crowd, Hermione flinched inwardly at the fear that was written there. With a quick flick of his wrist, Lucius ripped the gag from the girl's mouth and her terrified screams rent the air.

“Ohhhhhhhhh God!!!!!! Nooooooo!! Help me!! Please help me.” She pleaded as Rudolphus stepped behind her and pulled her arms roughly behind her back, forcing her to her knees. “Who are you people? Help me. Won't somebody please help me? Ahhhhhhh! Why are you doing this to......” Her screams were cut off by an indifferent flick of Lucius Malfoy's wand. Her mouth remained frozen open in round and silent “O”.

Bile filled Hermione's throat as Lucius stepped before the kneeling muggle and roughly shoved his straining erection into her mouth. Gripping the sides of her head, he began to thrust his hips. Tears streamed down the girl's face as his cock violently pushed into her throat, making her gag and choke. 'He's going to kill her.' Hermione thought, recoiling at the squelching sound as Lucius' cock entered the girl's mouth and throat. Panting, the blonde wizard paused and pulled his member from the muggle's mouth; her chest heaved as she struggled to pull in air, and then he was back, fucking her face and her throat. Soft moans and groans issued from the crowd around her, glancing about, Hermione saw that many of the Deatheaters had shed their robes and were stroking themselves in time to Lucius thrusts. Glancing up at Severus, she saw that his face was tense, but for the most part impassive. 'He's already perfected his mask of indifference.' She thought wryly, but she could tell by his breathing and the way his fist clinched at his sides he was not unaffected by what he was seeing. She could easily read the equal measure of disgust and arousal in his expression. He moaned softly and Hermione glanced back to the stage just in time to watch Lucius' body tense, shooting thick ropes of ejaculate down the muggle girl's throat. A loud cheer erupted in the crowd and Hermione sensed a flurry of activity around her.

Turning in a tight circle, she watched as more muggle girls were led into the room. Silently shadowing Severus, she moved to the edge of the room, watching in horror as girls were stripped naked and thrust to the floor. Up on stage, Rudolphus' chest muscles flexed as he thrust into the girl from behind. Agonized screams filled the room. 'It's a bloody gang bang.' She thought with disgust. Severus stood frozen beside her, his eyes scanning the myriad of figures writhing before him in varying degrees of pleasure and agony. She flinched when a familiar voice spoke from beside them.

“Not joining in Severus?” Turning she saw the figure of Bellatrix Black Lestrange sidling up beside them. She had removed her robes and her barely there bustier and see through knicker left nothing to the imagination. 'Oh Merlin. I really don't want to see this.' Hermione groaned to herself, but found she was unable to turn away.

“So it is true.” She said, when the dark teen remained silent. “You are a virgin. A little Slytherin virgin.” His head twisted and he glared down at her, his black eyes angry and embarrassed. “Oh don't look like that Severus.” She purred, stepping closer to him and pressing herself against his side. “I can help you with that, you know.” His eyes fluttered closed as her hand slipped inside his robes. Hermione could see movement and assumed the witch was rubbing his cock, the huskiness of his voice confirmed her suspicions.

“Not here.” He grunted, through gritted teeth. “Somewhere....private.”

Hermione's skin crawled when Bella cackled her signature laugh. “Oh he's a shy little virgin as well. Though you don't feel very little to me. Fine if it's privacy you want.” She pulled her hand from underneath his robes and grabbed his arm, pulling him along the back wall of the Ballroom to a quiet lounge area. “This is as private as it's going to get Severus.” She purred, reclining on a chaise lounge and running her fingers up her thighs. “No one's watching us anyway.”

It was over before it began really. One minute he was looking over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching, the next he was on top of her. Three, maybe four thrusts and he groaned loudly as he came, collapsing heavily on top of the older witch.

“Well at least she didn't enjoy it.” Hermione though wickedly as the memory around her began to swirl and change.
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