Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Forbidden Rapture	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 49900 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am not making money from this story.

Chapter List
- 38
- 39
- 40
Author's Notes:
ILINA HOLD YOUR HEART!!!
A few more chapters left so just stay there if you please. Hahaha.
I'm enjoying writing in cafes lately before or after my lesson plans for my private students.
Other than, I'm planning to resume my practice and own self studies by June on music readings and for my license exam. Ugh. yes I'm going to study again.
I've already organized 85% of my laptop files.
I'm also ready to write the new fic that will replace this. I'm still unsure though which:
the Snape/OC - post war where Voldemort lost but something evil this way comes haha.
the Snape/HG - post war where Voldemort won the war and all hell breaks lose.
the Snape/OC - another find of mine. Post war that Voldemort won and the girl whose brilliant, cunning and reckless lands in his hands where he has absolute no control over her until he realizes that she may be a key to save them all from the downfall of the wizarding world. lol

Other than dear readers, please hang in there because few chapters left.
Hope all is well and everyon is kept safe.
It's rainy season in my country now so it's literary always raining so i love the weather and i stay most of the time at cafes writing and all that Parisian kind of living.

Please, please review and tell me what you think.
Lots of love
xx

Chapter Thirty Eight
Futile

“Harry..” Hermione softly whispered in her sleep as she felt some soft sensation tingling between her legs.
She felt the slightest bit of touch in between her thighs, caressing her and alluring her senses.
She sighed heavily as she continued to feel the caressing sensation between her legs.
“Harry.. stop..” Hermione sighed grinning in her sleep and pulling the sheets over herself.
She tugged and pulled but they were being held down from her.
“Harry?” Hermione moaned sleepily as she tried to tug again.
She felt something heavy move around her bed.
“Harry?” she repeated forcing to wake her senses up.
The room was dark and cold.
“Harry-“
“I’m not, Harry.” a deep voice whispered somewhere around her.
Immediately, Hermione’s senses quickly worked together waking her up from her reverie.
Her hands automatically move around her as if fetching for her wand.
Her caramel eyes fully opened and she saw nothing but darkness and someone’s silhouette over her.
It was Snape.
“Professor..” Hermione gasped in both surprised and fear upon seeing him looming over her.
It took her another moment to remember and recall everything around her.
She had been in a very deep sleep and a really good dream with Harry.
She was always with Harry in her dreams.
But she was no longer with Harry in reality.
Fear became visible from her eyes as realization dawned upon her.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“
“To call him in your sleep?” Snape finished for her.
Hermione was already wringing her hands in fear from him.
Snape gave her a knowing glance and slowly moved away from her.
Hermione moved up and inched herself back from the bed.
She stared back at him unable to say anything in that very awkward moment.
It has been weeks or rather a few months.
Still, she couldn’t remove from her system to call him ‘Professor’ from time to time.
She knew that deep down he hated it but he wasn’t going to say anything about it.
He already talked to her about it once and it wasn’t going to happen again.
She had been warned and she should know what to do after.
“I’m sorry.” Hermione said biting her lower lip and avoiding his gaze. “You wanted something?” she asked.
Ofcourse, it was a stupid question.
What would he be doing there in the middle of the night in a quiet stance, looming over her on the bed and his hands running between her legs.
Ofcourse he wanted something.
“That’s not what I meant.” Hermione said looking up at him.
He was only quietly staring at her.
She couldn’t tell if he was mad or offended or both.
It would take her a bit more time to get used to it.
She was so slow into adjusting into their situation.
It has been a few months now and they already had that silent understanding between them of having whatever they were having.
Sometimes she longed for it.
Most of the time, he was the one longing for it.
Either way, they both gave ways to one another’s needs.
It was just that Hermione’s weren’t up to the boundaries and the desires that Snape had.
She had her limits.
Snape seemed to have no limits at all.
“Do you need a Dreamless Draught?” he asked quietly.
It wasn’t a question.
It was him suggesting something to stop her from going back to those memories in forms of dreams that she knew were bothering the both of them anyway.
“No.” Hermione quickly said.
She couldn’t look him in the eye.
Deep inside, she really didn’t want him to do that.
Providing her with that would lose her time with Harry – even just in her dreams.
She couldn’t lose the only thing in her that kept her sane in these weeks that had passed.
“I was just tired today.” Hermione said looking away again. “It was just a slip of a tongue.”
“Must have been some slip of the tongue to have it four nights in a row.”
“I’m sorry.” Hermione said in an ashamed tone. “I’ve been quiet insensitive.”
Insensitive?
She was fucking asleep.
But there were no room for excuses for Snape.
Snape didn’t say anything.
He knelt at the end of the bed with eyes boring into hers.
Hermione glanced sideways at his form.
He was wearing black pajamas but he was already bare in the chest.
He had obviously been desiring her tonight.
He had been away the whole day and Hermione wondered where he had been.
Ofcourse she wasn’t allowed to ask questions.
“Have you eaten?” she asked instead as she grabbed the blanket and slowly crept at the side of the bed.
“No.” Snape quietly answered as he watched her carefully.
As slowly and discreetly as possible, she tried to straighten her short silk nightdress and pull up its strap sleeves to secure the dress in place.
She was obviously still very uncomfortable with him despite the arrangements and their on-goings.
“I can make you dinner.” Hermione suggested quickly getting off the bed. “I’m sure there’s some pasta I can make or something like-“
“There’s nothing in the kitchens that I want.”
Hermione couldn’t move as she felt his hand grasp her wrist.
It wasn’t a painful grasp but it was firm enough like a warning to keep her in place.
She looked up at him and noticed their close proximity.
She heavily breathe at the sight of him.
She inhaled sharply and her eyebrows quirked up at him.
“Are you drunk?” Hermione asked already knowing the answer.
Snape didn’t answer her immediately.
His eyes were on her soft lips.
Hermione tugged her hand away but Snape held it in place.
There was no way in hell she was sleeping with him tonight if he was drunk.
The last time he had taken her and he was drunk, the following morning left her whole body sore as hell.
He was almost reckless in bed whenever he takes her in a drunken state.
Fear became visible again in her eyes upon the realization of his state.
She backed away against the headboard and Snape took two movements forward.
He advanced towards her and placed his finger over the bridge of her chest.
“P-Professor..” Hermione gently said trying to sink away from him.
Snape ignored her.
It even seemed that he didn’t hear her.
He was obviously very drunk.
Hermione noticed that look in his eyes and the smell from him became stronger by the moment.
Why did she not notice it earlier on?
“Severus.” Snape said as he gently pushed her back down the bed. “Did you not call me that before?”
“I- I did..” Hermione stuttered as he laid her back down on the bed. “You.. Severus.. please..”
Snape ignored her still.
He gently laid her down before him and continued to caress her legs.
His long fingers gently ran up and down at the side then slowly creeping up along the inner of her thighs.
He did short work of it and in minutes, Hermione was already wet in her knickers.
“Remove them.” Snape gently instructed as he knelt back on his position and began untying his pants.
Hermione looked up at him and feared the look in his eyes as he waited.
No, he wasn’t angry.
But there were times that he was impatient when he was drunk.
“Hermione?” he gently repeated as he released himself from his pants leaving him completely naked in front of her.
Hermione swallowed hard at the sight of him.
He was already hard for her.
He did look hungry for something else at the moment.
Her whole body was shaking at the sight of him and her heart began to beat very fast.
No matter how much sexual motions were exchanged between them, Hermione still felt that she was never going to get used to it.
No matter the intention or the feelings – if they were called feelings – for one another, couldn’t really bring herself to him without feeling the slightest tinge of fear.
She would always be afraid of him.
Despite that her southern parts were obviously wet and shaking, a large part of her did not want him tonight.
No, a large part of her did not really want him.
“Hermione? Do I need to repeat my instructions?” he asked her gently as his fingers gently reached out along the thin strap of her night dress.
Hermione shook her head as he continuously toyed with the strap of her dress.
“Hermione, I really do not want to repeat myself.” Snape whispered leaning forward her and leaving two kisses along her shoulder.
Hermione groaned in both longing and displeasure.
She hated herself and felt she was a very dirty girl.
“Professor..” she muttered pleadingly.
“Hermione, please remove what I asked you to.” Snape said as he moved closer and kissed her earlobe before licking it several times.
She looked up at him and saw the determination in his eyes to have her tonight.
She wasn’t going to get away from him tonight.
Whether she likes it or not, he was going to have her.
With a shaking hand, she gently placed them under her nightdress and slowly pulled her damp knickers down – unwilling to even look at her own actions.
Snape kept their eye contact as Hermione slowly removed her own knickers.
She pulled them down from herself, down her thighs and tugged them around her knees before she managed to finally pull it and tug it down at her ankles.
She still didn’t want to let them go but Snape grabbed her wrist.
“Professor, please.. I really..”
“Shush..” he interrupted. “And I told you to call me Severus.”
Once stuck there, Snape took over.
He gently pulled her legs to him and gently pulled her knickers away.
Hermione watched him hold it for a moment before throwing it aside from the bed.
As they exchanged their gazes, Hermione wondered what ran inside his head.
Did he really desire her?
Were those lustful and salacious thoughts all inside his head whenever he took her?
Was there no longer any memory of her as his student that he should be protecting anyway?
Was there no longer any memory of them in their real relationship with one another?
Was the professor she learned from and protected her years ago really gone?
“S-Severus.. Can we not..” Hermione breathed as tears threatened in her eyes. “I told you earlier I have a fever.”
“But I left you a potion to tend to it, did I not?” he asked gently.
Hermione nodded at him.
The potion ensured she was better within the hour she had taken it.
She had no excuse.
“But – “ Hermione pleaded. “But I just – please don’t –“
Snape took notice of them but he didn’t say anything.
He discharged her off her knickers and placed his fingers around her ankles.
He gently pulled her to him.
He knelt and place her legs on either side of him, locking them in place and giving him full access to her body.
Hermione gasped in pleasure and misery as Snape lowered his face and pressed gentle kisses between her thighs.
He smiled inside of him as he knew she was enjoying it as much as she hesitated putting herself in the moment.
“Relax.” Snape whispered and reminded her every time. “Hermione, relax.”
But Hermione couldn’t relax.
Despite that her mind told her otherwise and her heart screamed for him to stop, her body betrayed her every single time.
Snape knew where to touch, kiss and caress her.
He knew each place to manipulate to fuel fire in her body.
She felt him spread her legs wider and then his hands slowly crept up beneath her silk dress.
She moaned and tears leaked at the side of her face as she felt a pair of hands grasp her mound.
He touched them and massage them in the right places and soon they were very hard.
Snape touched her hardened nipples and moaned at the response of her body to his advances.
Within a moment, Hermione could feel his hardened member across her abdomen.
He gently moved up and in one swift maneuver, he was able to remove her night dress over her head and she was left completely naked before him.
“Professor Sn-nape..” Hermione’s voice pleaded as the hunger in his eyes grew.
“Relax, Hermione.”
“S-Severus..” she moaned in spite of herself.
She didn’t want him.
She didn’t want any of it but her body was betraying her.
Trying to deny him wasn’t a good attempt.
Trying to escape wasn’t a good idea as well.
Either way, any of her attempts against him would be more than futile.
He had a way with her and she just couldn’t understand it.
Her wrists moved against his grasp as her reflexes tried to stop him from his advances but Snape only move them aside with a gentle touch as his lips continued to press kisses along her sweating skin.
His other hand swiftly moved between her thighs and began massaging her very wet clit.
His other hand continued to manipulate and torture her other breast while his mouth filled in over her other breast.
He always made sure that foreplay was more than enjoyable that will leave her completely breathless and longing for more to prepare her for what was more to come.
“Call me.” Snape mouthed out to her in between his tongue lolling around her hardened breast.
He licked them, kissed them.
“Call me by my name.” Snape gently commanded as he watched with satisfaction as both her breasts perked up and hardened up from his kisses.
Hermione tried to look away from him.
“I’m not going to ask again.” Snape whispered as he slowly sucked her breasts teasingly one after the other.
Hermione was leaking so bad that she knew she was close to her climax.
She shuddered and nailed her fingers across his arms.
She was shaking and was already at the peak of herself.
“Severus..” she moaned out loud as Snape moved down and gently licked the outer part of her clitoris.
His fingers moved and teased the opening line of her wet core and then he lapped his tongue teasingly several times.
Hermione shook violently; her fingers grasping whatever it could reach as she called his name in a shivering manner as she shook over the bed.
Tears leaked from both her eyes as she felt both the pleasure and disgust in herself.
She didn’t want it – she didn’t want any of it and yet her body called and yearned for him.
“Severus!” she heard herself screaming and crying as Snape continue to mercilessly lick her inner core until she came in his mouth.
“Please stop! Professor Snape, please stop..” Hermione cried out loud as she felt herself come inside his mouth.
Snape smiled and then moved up to her again.
He placed her hands on either side and held them down by the wrists.
Her reflexes were trying to fight him but soon she tried to keep her body still or to whichever position Snape wanted them to remain.
She looked up at him as his black eyes hungry roamed all over her body as he position himself at her entrance.
“Professor Snape-“
Snape ignored her way of calling him.
He no longer cared.
He was going to have her tonight no matter what she screamed out loud.
“Severus! Severus!” she breathlessly screamed in pleasure, pain and plea.
He inserted two fingers inside of her without warning.
Hermione screamed in pain.
She felt his fingers moved up and down, tingling and killing her with pleasure.
She was going to come again in his hand this time.
Snape knew that it wasn’t really out of passion she was screaming his name.
It was out of pleasure and the pain of the reality he was causing her.
Soon enough when he knew she was going to come again, he painfully withdrew his two fingers from her.
Hermione’s eyes shot wide open at the pain and before she could scream in pain he covered her mouth with his and suddenly thrusted inside her.
Hermione’s tearful eyes looked up at him where her gaze met his black eyes.
His dark eyes narrowed as he stared at her.
The focus over his face as he thrusted in and out of her in a pace only he wanted was filled with hunger.
Hermione’s hands shot up at the side of his arms and fervently holding them.
Snape felt that she was trying to push him away or rather trying to control the pace he was going.
But he was going to ride her and take her at the pace he wanted tonight.
Snape’s hand shot out from her mouth and soon before he came inside her, he moved his face over hers and locked her into a deep kiss.
Hermione moaned the pain in his mouth as he kissed her almost violently and thrusted in and out of her in such a pace that was both deeply passionate and yet at the point of violence.
Snape closed his eyes and reeled the full sensation of it as he pushed harder and deeper inside of her walls.
Hermione was crying in his mouth as he continued to cover her cries with his lips.
His tongue moved in and out of her mouth and then he licked away the tears over her cheeks as he gave a final thrust.
He shook and trembled as he felt her insides clamped around him.
He felt himself come inside her and shoot out everything he had in himself.
Hermione cried out in pain.
Snape came all the way inside her and only released her the moment he released everything inside her as well.
He moved forward for another kiss that swallowed the sound of her cry and unable to stop himself, he bit her lower lip hard enough to make it bleed.
Hermione screamed the pain he had placed upon her.
Sweat crawled all over his body as he lay on top of her.
“Hermione..” he gasped out loud as he fell on top of her, breathing hard.
He could hear her continuous cries.
His whole body still trembled from what he did and he was breathing hard and fast.
But his breathing no matter how heavy, couldn’t deafen the sound of Hermione’s cries of pain.
“Hermione..” Snape whispered trying to reach for her on the bed.
He tried to collect her but the moment he was out of her, Hermione gave all her remaining strength to push him away from her.
“Go away..” Hermione cried as she suffered the pain.
Snape in his fallen state struggled to move and reach to her.
Hermione in her desperate plea of freedom from him even for a moment edged herself inch by inch from all the pain.
“Go away.. go away..” Hermione cried at him as she tried to lift her hand up in the air to stop him from getting any closer to her.
“I’m sorry..” Snape whispered as he tried to get up from his side of the bed. “Hermione..”
“Go away!” Hermione cried out loud quickly pulling the bed sheet around her.
Snape wasn’t sure what to feel at the sight of her.
She was suddenly so small and fragile.
She was crying nonstop, begging him not to come close as she fretted for the blankets over the bed and struggle to cover it around herself.
There was pain inside of him as she watched him shrink away from him in great fear.
“Please.. please don’t.. please.. I’m tired.. I’m in pain.. please.. “ Hermione pleaded at him as she watched him in horror as he moved to her.
“No, Hermione. Please. I’m sorry.” Snape whispered as he took the blanket. “Sweetheart, please… please..”
Hermione suddenly grabbed it and tugged it away from him.
Snape didn’t let the blanket go.
He moved forward and tried to take her in his arms.
“I won’t harm you.” Snape whispered. “I won’t harm you.”
Hermione continued to cry as Snape pulled the sheets and properly covered them over her.
He tried to not listen to her growing cries.
She moved herself from him and faced the other direction.
He knew he couldn’t do anything about it for a few more hours.
Snape breathed heavily and tried to control the sensation inside of him.
“Hermione.” Snape whispered as he tried to collect her in his arms but Hermione didn’t move from her place.
Pain was starting to grow inside of him.
Usually, Hermione was left exhausted and asleep after their encounter and so bearing the pain inside of him wasn’t a problem.
But leaving her this way sometimes left him that problem.
He should be away from her when the curse takes its turn on him.
He quickly grabbed his black fallen pants from the floor and struggled himself.
He almost crawled back to the bathroom as he made his way away from her.
Closing the door and ensuring it was lock, Snape sank back on the tiled floor.
The pain began to increase inside of him.
He placed both his hands over his mouth to keep himself from screaming from the pain that was growing inside him.
He crawled on the floor to reach the corner part of their bathroom and curled into a ball in pain.
Despite the growing excruciating pain inside of him, he could still feel a different pain inside of his chest as he relentlessly heard Hermione’s growing cries at the other side of the door he had just locked away – crying out not only of pain but with one name that he despised the most.

“Sir? You asked for me?” asked a voice.
The door fully opened and the old man behind the large arm chair ushered him inside.
“Can I possibly offer you anything to drink?” asked the old man.
The boy shook his head and entered.
“Nothing.” he respectfully replied. “I’m doing quite fine, uncle.”
“Are you sure, Draco?”
Draco entered and looked up at the man before him.
“I’m quite sure.” he replied gently as he sat by the winged armchair in the extravagant room.
The man quietly stared by the window’s view and Draco was vaguely reminded of the old headmaster, Dumbledore.
“Is there anything you would like to tell me?” he asked him.
“Nothing.” Draco gently replied. “Is there anything you would like to tell me?” he asked back.
The old man sighed heavily.
“You have grown to be a man of honor.”
“Different from my father?”
“Very unlike your father, Draco.”
Draco sighed and nodded as he moved closer to the man.
The old man looked at him as if he couldn’t believe how the boy had grown through the years.
“You rarely ever visit me anymore.” he told Draco with a smile. “I always thought I was your favourite far-off relative.”
Draco smirked at him.
“You’re very busy these days.”
“No.” he answered Draco. “You are very busy these days saving that man’s life.”
Draco didn’t say anything but only gave a curt nod.
The old man stared back at him, a close and observant gaze.
“You never visited him in Azkaban.”
Draco looked up at him at the memory he always tried to avoid.
“Just once.” Draco said. “Not really, but I did. I just did not have the world know about it.”
“But you must admit that you cannot be a private person, Draco.”
Draco only nodded knowing the truth in that.
“You are a man of secrets despite of the things you were back in Hogwarts.”
“Hogwarts was a very long time ago.”
“Is it?” he asked the young man.
Draco caught his gaze as he looked up again.
There came silence between them.
The old man sighed heavily.
“I am proud of what you have become.” he told him. “Of what you have achieved in Germany after the war. Of everything you’ve been even in your days at Hogwarts. You have grown to be a fine young man.”
“My mother asked me to be a better man if I wasn’t before.” Draco honestly answered. “There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her.”
“I remember your mother.”
“Who wouldn’t?”
The old man laughed.
“She was extraordinary in her own ways.”
“You mean she’s not as crazy as aunt Bella.” Draco pointed out.
“Narcissa was also a very beautiful person.” he said. “She was my favourite of my nieces.”
Draco smirked and stared up at the man’s honesty.
He was a far relative of the Blacks but he treated Draco with a certain touch of favoritism as he had treated Narcissa with the same way.
The lines of Pureblood were quite a fine small one and everyone knew the next line of Pureblood to the next that followed.
His uncle, was far different however from their traditions.
He came from the same Pureblood line that the Blacks came from but he was more of what Andromeda was or perhaps a bit more far from the traditional Purebloods were.
As described by their ancestors, he could have passed to be a Muggle born with the attitude he showed his family as he grew up.
He had been disowned at seventeen and luckily for his brilliance, he found a way to tend to his academic and life needs and after getting an internship at Germany for two years, he returned to London and landed a job at the ministry.
From his small job at the ministry, he climbed his way up learning from the libraries and from people he met and worked with through the years until he reached the age and the time for which his position was one that not everyone could possibly handle.
“There is a reason you asked for me.” Draco said after a while as he stirred the cup of black coffee offered to him.
“I wanted to see you.” the old man said with a longing smile at him.
“You always see me.” Draco pointed out as he took another of the delicious black coffee.
“I always do.” the old man replied. “And you’ve always been handsome and smart since day one.”
Draco snorted at him shaking his head.
“I needed them to take me seriously.” Draco said. “You know my lineage. People will no longer take me seriously if I don’t. Nobody cringe at the sound of the name Malfoy anymore.”
“I would have taken you seriously.” he told him. “I take you and everything you do and present seriously.”
Draco sighed heavily and straightened up over his chair.
“You called me because of the trial.” Draco said. “You can tell me what you think about it.”
The old man stared at him for a moment before taking one sip from his cup of coffee.
He sighed heavily as if the words he was about to tell him would cost him a lot of energy.
“I know that you’ve been working hard over this case and I need you to know that I’m proud of all the hard work you’ve been doing.” the old man said. “I do not take for granted all your hard work.”
“I thank you for that. Mother always spoke highly of you.”
The old man nodded coherently and smiled at him.
“But I need to be honest with you that winning this case has an extremely small chance of happening.”
Draco stared at him for a moment.
His face was passive and it slightly worried the old man.
“I know.” Draco replied after a while. “I understand and am very aware of it.”
“Then you understand that no matter of the hard work you do the chances are futile?” he asked.
“Yes.” Draco said. “But I want to try and give the smallest justice at both parts. I don’t want Potter’s influence to take over.”
“Potter is a smart boy.” the man said. “In his own ways maybe but he is smart. I can see how broken he was all these years.”
“I know the hurt and pain he has and is enduring.”
“I only fear that the judgment will be tainted because of his influence.”
“I assure you that I am not influenced nor intimidate by the boy.”
Draco knew he was telling the truth.
“But the jury and the rest of the Wizengamot is not you.”
“They are not.” he agreed with Draco. “And that is why I tell you that winning this case for your godfather is a futile attempt.”
Draco only nodded at him.
The old man saw him contemplate for a moment before looking back up at him.
“Tell me Draco.” the old man said. “Regardless of our situation and your relationship with me and the accused. Do you think he is guilty?” he asked him. “Or do you think he is innocent and has been a victim of fate?”
Draco stared back at him not knowing what to answer.
In truth, he had to think about his answer.
He was going to disregard certain relationships.
He was going to base his answer on the court’s turnout of events and Hermione’s case.
Given these facts, he had to let go of the fact that Harry was turning demented and that Hermione had told him secrets unknown to the trials.
It wasn’t an easy thought to think about and answer to give away.
“He’s not innocent.” Draco said after a while. “But I can assure you that he had good intentions at the beginning.”
“At the beginning.” the old man repeated thoughtfully. “But the court cannot give judgment alone on that. We have to think through the whole ten years that has been.”
“If he has to go to Azkaban..” Draco began slowly. “If you think he has to go.. can he be given a lower sentence?” he asked.
The old man looked up at him with uncertainly in his eyes as though he didn’t really expect him asking him this.
“If you can present me an evidence that will balance his situation, perhaps he may be given that slightest bit of leniency.”
“Years?” Draco asked hopefully.
“A lifetime of imprisonment Draco is the best leniency I can provide your godfather.”
Draco’s face turned slightly pale.
Was that enough leniency for him?
Was him living for the rest of his life within the walls of that godforsaken prison enough to balance the deeds for which he was guilty of and those that he wasn’t?
“What do you need?”
“If you can find any sort of evidence at all that will support the idea that he has been trying to protect her too and that things might have changed in accordance to their circumstance, then perhaps – perhaps – it can put a little light that he hasn’t taken her in the first place to abuse her but to protect her.”
“Judgment will be given soon, Draco.”
A gleam appeared in the old man’s eyes.
“Trust what I ask of you first before you complain or worry.” the old man said. “Think straight. Do not let fear consume you. You need to focus, Draco.”
Draco nodded breathing heavily as he tried to calm himself down and try to work his mind around it.
“I have about 36 hours.” Draco said.
“You have more than enough time that you need Draco.”
“What do I do?” he asked almost desperately. “What do I do, uncle?”
The old man stared at him as if thinking if he was going to give him all the answers he was thinking of.
“It’s not up for you to decide, Draco.” the old man said. “Their fate is not entirely up to you.”
“What?” Draco asked completely perplexed at his answer. “What are you saying?”
The old man sighed heavily and stared at him.
He lowered both his hands over the table and created imaginary map over it.
“I know you’ve been working hard.” he told him. “And I know you’ve been doing your best to keep him out of prison but all evidences show otherwise. His history as a Death Eater is not helping the jury’s opinion on all of this and Miss Granger’s testimonies are as weak and fragile as I see them.”
“Then what do I do?” Draco asked him. “How do I help them?”
The old man saw the desperation in Draco’s face.
“I repeat, their fate is no longer in your hands.”
But before Draco could even say anything a knock at the door came.
The two of them looked up and the assistant of the old man smiled at the both of them.
“I’m sorry to interrupt.” the woman with beautiful black curls smiled at them.
“It’s alright, Vivian. What is it?” he asked although the old man seemed to know the answer already as he slowly stood up.
“Your next court session is about to begin, sir.” Vivian answered turning to him and giving Draco a small nod.
Draco nodded at the gesture and he also stood up and collected his cloak and small briefcase.
He watched as his uncle took the cloak from his assistant and asked her to tell them he was to follow in a while.
The assistant nodded and left the two of them.
Draco moved across the room and helped his uncle with his robe and cloak.
He gently tied the tie around his uncle’s cloak to secure his Ministry uniform.
“Looking sharp and handsome.” Draco said with a smile.
The old man nodded at him as he collected a few parchments from his desk and led Draco to the door.
“Well Draco, you have to dress the part.” he chuckled at Draco. “The head of the Wizengamot cannot exactly look like some trash, could he?”
They both narrowed their eyes and made a smirk.
Draco missed the old man so much.
His father never really wanted him to spend time with the old man.
He was the one who suggested, submitted his name and helped him get and finish his studies at Germany.
He was the man who guided and gave Draco the chance to begin a new life.
Draco opened the door for the man who was straightening his Wizengamot head uniform.
As he closed the door behind them, a sudden thought came to him.
“I think I know how to help them.” Draco said heading a few steps from him. “But I would need your help.”
The old man looked up at him as if he already knew what he was going to ask.
He knew it.
The boy was as smart as Narcissa Black.
He was a Black and not a Malfoy.
“Anything my dear boy.” the old man said. “What is it you need?”
Draco stared and hesitated for a moment as if still unsure of his request.
He couldn’t quite put his words together and say it out loud.
The old man chuckled at the sight of his struggling face.
The old man smiled at him and prodded him over the shoulder.
“Tomorrow, I will see you.” the old man offered as he led them down the hallway.
“Tomorrow?” Draco repeated slightly confused.
The old man nodded and gave him a serious look.
“The 48 hours ends tomorrow, Draco.” he said.
“Yes, that’s why I need it to happen now.” Draco hurriedly said.
Draco caught up to him like a child.
They stood still at the quiet and darkened corridor at the last hallway before the lift that led to the trial court room.
Draco opened his mouth to say something but the old man pulled something from the depths of his robes.
It was a peculiar looking key.
He held it out for Draco.
Draco stared at its intricate and ancient design that gave it a peculiar look.
The size and the metal use for it was quite different from the normal keys.
“Uncle-“
“You have enough time, Draco.” he told him. “Use it well.”
“But how do I-“ Draco asked unable to comprehend how fast the situation was occurring before him.
“If we cannot save him Draco, atleast let us give him some of the light that has kept him human.”
Draco sighed heavily and weighted the situation at hand.
“How do I do this?” Draco asked.
“How did you do it the last time?” he asked back.
Draco looked slightly surprised.
“I know everything that happens in the Ministry, Draco.” he told him with a short smile. “I, after all, am the head of the Wizengamot.”
And with that, he waved him a gentle goodbye before heading down the corridor that would lead to the double doors that was the entry way of the judge – the only man that will provide Snape his freedom or doom within the short span of time they have.
- 38
- 39
- 40
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Forbidden Rapture