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The long and winding road to love	By : FlorenceWeasleySnape Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 6318 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I based most of chapter 38 on the
tortures practiced in Argentina by the military government from 1975 to 1983. It is a truly horrible
chapter, but try to understand what it means to the plot. It is necessary�
believe me. But I don�t blame you if hate this chapter because I hated writing
it. Thanks for your reviews; I�ll answer them today at my LJ: livejournal.com/users/florws

Anyhow� here it is; chapter 38� enjoy!

Chapter 38: Kidnapped.

She
woke up with an extraordinary feeling in her chest, as if something terribly
wrong was about to happen. She had her reasons to believe that awful things
could happen in dreams but she had never experienced such a thing before.

That
night, she woke up covered in sweat and gasping for air on that leather couch
of his. It was utterly uncomfortable for sleeping but then again, it was the
only place on those chilly dungeons in which she felt safe when he was not
around. That night, the evening in which they showed up with no invitation to
her life, she had dreamt of a different life, of a beautiful life. Not of a
perfect one for there is not such thing as a perfect life but of a completely
diverse reality.

She
had clearly envisioned Snape�s Manor with its magnificent garden. It must have
been spring because the sprouts she had seen in winter had blossomed into
stunning flowers of red, violet, purple and blue. It was a striking sight
indeed. She could smell the sweet odour of jasmines and roses while slowly closing
her eyes to relax with the magnificent sounds made by the wind and the birds.
Around her waist, she could sense his strong arms hugging her with all his
strength- as if he was afraid of letting her go- and, higher in the very back
of her neck, his warm breath made her involuntary turn her head to the right,
seeking kisses, caresses and affection from the one man in the world that she
loved: Severus Snape, Severus Snape, Severus Snape. She liked the way his name
sounded coming from her own lips- especially the strong emphasis on the letters
�S�-.

She
had seen a happier future and that had filled her heart with joy while asleep.
But when she had awoken, later that night, emptiness and uncertainty had
replaced merriment as she slowly recovered consciousness. She knew that the
images she had seen in dreams would never become real. Her agitated respiration
responded to those thoughts.

Hermione
Granger cleaned away the sweat with one Severus� black handkerchiefs. It still
smelled like him- an uncommon fragrance composed of several herbs and oils- so
she kept inhaling for quite a while until a noise coming from the fireplace
disturbed her.

Life
would never be the same again, even if at the time she was not aware of the
fact.

Four
men, dressed in military green robes with masks on their faces, entered the
room through the Floo Network which connected Severus� dungeons with Malfoy
Manor. They were there because Lucius had discovered that Severus was a spy for
the Order; she knew that very well. She was also aware of the fact that she had
become-overnight- the most vital weapon on Lucius Malfoy�s army of Evil. But
those four men gave her no time to reflect for they were there to follow direct
orders from the King of Darkness himself and they wanted to waste as little
time as possible.

�Mrs.
Snape,� Avery said, though at the time Hermione knew not the identity of the
man speaking, �How are you tonight?,� he asked,
slapping his hands together in mild anticipation. Hermione swallowed hard. She
promised herself that she would do nothing for them to acknowledge how
frightened she really was.

�Very
well, thank you very much,� she answered in a very natural tone, sitting as
straight as it was humanly possible.

�Then,
madam, we are terribly sorry to disturb you because we are here to make this
night a memorable one,� Macnair said, stepping forward and taking his black
gloves off. She had seen those gloves before on Severus� night table but this
time they represented something different; a horrible fetish their hangmen had
chosen for the night.

Hermione
swallowed hard.

�What
are you looking at, you filthy mudblood? Do you like those gloves? Do they make
you wet? Answer, you piece of rubbish!,� another man,
a very obese one which reminded her of Crabbe very much, asked slapping her
face with his left hand.

Hermione�s
body collided on the leather couch, making a horrible sound. Her right cheek
felt hot and swallowed; a little river of blood was curving its path along her
chin.

�I will
leave them on, then,� Macnair stated with a smile strategically hidden behind
his mask.

�Yes,
I am sure she will enjoy that,� Avery said, rubbing his hands, �Take your
clothes off,� he ordered, with his left hand placed on the buckle of his belt.

Hermione
was in no position to argue. They were stronger, they outnumbered her and they
had four wands. Slowly and delicately, she took her Gryffindor tie off and
started unbuttoning her school shirt, revealing her bare chest.
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