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Blind Date	By : Daydreamer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 18340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter Three – The Ugly Face of Beauty

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****Warning This Chapter Contains Violence, Implied Rape and Abuse****

“Draco!” Severus exclaimed in surprise and anger, the surprises at being caught in an intimate position and the anger for several reasons. Namely at Albus putting him in this position and at Draco for being the lousy wizard who treated his ‘Rose’ as nothing more than a prized doll, only she wasn’t his, and she wasn’t called Rose, she was Hermione… no Miss Granger.

“Hello God Father, you look somewhat… surprised” Draco said menacingly.

“Draco, this isn’t what it looks like” Severus said, an obviously pathetic attempt at an excuse.

“You see that’s interesting…” Draco started, his wand twirling between his fingers ominously. “Because it looks to me like you were kissing MY girlfriend and a student no less. I wonder what dear old Dumbledore will say when he finds out.” Draco said his silver eyes glinting dangerously in the candle light.

“I believe the headmaster is already aware of this predicament.” Severus drawled calmly.

Draco ceased the twirling of his wand, and pointed it higher at Severus’ chest.

“Enough of this! Tell me NOW, Why were you kissing her Snape?! Can’t get your own girlfriend, so you decide to steal mine? Is that it?” Draco shouted.

Hermione had remained silent for the exchange, still reeling from the shock of her date’s identity and the safety and comfort she had felt in his presence, not to mention the way her body had reacted to their kiss. Her large amber eyes were flitting between the two men in her life; her boyfriend and the man she considered her equal, their verbal sparring reminding her of a muggle tennis match. She watched on as Draco aimed his wand at Severus’ heart, pushing down the panic she felt in order to try and allow the famous Gryffindor courage to take action.

“Put it down Draco, It didn’t mean anything.” She cooed softly, fighting down the bile that rose in her throat and ignoring the small voice in her head that called her a liar. “Please just lower your wand.” She hesitantly moved closer to the blonde wizard.

“Shut up! I wasn’t talking to you! Now answer the fucking question, Snape! Why were you kissing my girlfriend?”

“Draco, please.” Hermione continued wincing as his penetrating gaze met hers.

“I said shut up, I’ll deal with you later!” he said viciously.

“Draco listen to her, lower your wand. Do you really want to go to Azkaban for this, a simple misunderstanding?”

Draco gave a bitter laugh “You actually think I’m going to listen to you old man” Draco sneered again, edging closer to Severus, his wand still pointing at his God father.

“You may not listen to him Mr Malfoy, but you will listen to me. Expelliarmus!” came the familiar voice of Albus Dumbledore.

“Like hell I will!” Draco said making his way over to Hermione, he grabbed her slender wrist forcefully holding it tight and yanking her in the direction of the opening.

“Oww Draco, stop it you’re hurting me.” Hermione said, fighting to get her wrist free from Draco’s grip. Severus could only stand by and watch in bewilderment as Draco dragged Hermione away from him. But not before catching her eyes and the flicker of fear in them, it sent a chill down his spine. Severus felt very unsettled, it was a strange feeling, and although he tried to ignore it, it simply wouldn’t go away.

“Headmaster, is it wise to let Draco speak with Miss Granger when he is in this frame of mind?” Severus asked tentatively, still staring at the place where Hermione had gone.

Dumbledore was quiet for a moment, before answering, which did little to reassure him. “I believe it is better we let Mr Malfoy and Miss Granger talk this through between themselves.”

Severus nodded “I believe you yourself have some explaining to do.”

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Hermione was literally being dragged through the hallways of Hogwarts, she felt like one of those women in the bible who had committed adultery; she recalled how they were dragged through the streets before they were publically stoned to death. Hermione seriously hoped that, that wasn’t the way her story ended. The wizarding world was a little old fashioned, but surely something as barbaric as that wasn’t enforced here?

“Draco will you let go of me now!” she said fighting to pull her wrist away from his iron like grip, she just knew she would have a bruise there in the morning, if not sooner.

Unsurprisingly Draco just ignored her; he had been since he’d hauled her out of the private area. She had tried to explain, but nothing, and it scared her.

Even when they were children, well first years, when they fought it was always verbally, he would always have something to say, always the last word, and now it seemed as though he had nothing to say to her.

She saw the familiar portrait of the mermaid that concealed the entrance to the head dorms, and was swept so quickly through them that it only aided to disorientate her, which was why Draco’s next move came as such a shock. Well more of a shock.

The portrait hadn’t even shut before Draco flung her violently to the floor, her head making contact with the mahogany coffee table in the entrance room. The pain instantly alerted Hermione, as she reached out tentatively to her forehead, her delicate finger came into contact with something warm and wet, Blood. Her blood.

Draco was suddenly standing over her, his athletic 6ft form, from all his years playing Quidditch was a looming figure over Hermione’s petite frame in an everyday setting but now he was like a giant towering over a meek little mouse, protruding and fearful.

The hostility reflected in his eyes made Hermione’s blood run cold.

“You listen up and you listen good” Draco said yanking Hermione to her feet, pushing her against the wall.

“I do not like to share my things. You are MY thing and I will not share you. Do you understand?” Draco said, his face within such a close proximity that his sculpted aristocratic nose was pressed against Hermione’s own button one.

Hermione managed a nod.

“Your behaviour in there was disgusting, you’re everything my father warned me about, filthy little mudblooded whores, desperate for attention from any wizard who will give you the time of day. It’s sickening, repulsive even.”

Hermione felt like her heart had just been ripped out of her chest, Draco hadn’t called her a mudblood in years, and especially not since they had become a couple.

The room was spinning and her head was beginning to throb and on top of that Draco had her pinned forcefully against the wall. This whole thing seemed like a dream that had suddenly turned into a horrible nightmare.

“I defended you, said you were different, that you were intelligent, pretty, everything a Malfoy should be. Everything my father expects me to have in a wife.”

Hermione stared at the floor, too scared, angry and hurt to look at him.

“What do I always say Hermione, what have I always been taught?” Draco said again, Hermione opened her mouth to answer but was cut of sharply by Draco answering his own question.

“Malfoy’s always have the best.” Draco said in a mock intimidation of Hermione’s feminine soft voice.

“Right you are, Hermione. Malfoy’s always have the best. And do you know what? Against my better judgement and your filthy blood, I told my father that you were the best. And so I courted you, won your heart and did what was expected of me.”

Draco had started to caress Hermione’s face; his fingers trailing down her now tear stained face until they rested on her chin. He held it between his thumb and forefinger before abruptly jerking it up to look at him.

“And now it seems that my father was right all along. You aren’t the best, like I thought you were; you are nothing more than a whore. And if that is what you are, then that is how I shall treat you!” Draco said bending slightly to lick the tears from her face.

Hermione was openly crying and struggling against the weight of Draco’s body, she needed to get away from him. This wasn’t her Draco, this man was Malfoy, and she had to get away from him.

His hands trailed down the satin of her red dress, his hands reaching for Hermione’s as he deftly tugged her hands above her head, pinned by only one of his hands. His other hand trailed the inside of her right leg, stopping on her thigh, at the same place as her wand that rested in its holder. His hand skilfully withdrew her wand, using his own wand he magically pinned her hands to the wall before stepping back.

Hermione’s face was stained with black mascara smudges, which continued to cascade with hot salty tears. Her forehead was bleeding still and had risen in her hair line, causing her silky tresses to become blood soaked and ratty. Draco would have been happy with what he saw, if it weren’t for the fact that her rosebud lips were still swollen from her kiss with Snape.

Draco toyed with Hermione’s wand, his fingers stroking the soft pliable wood. Hermione eyes him, her heart beating rapidly observed him.

“What are you doing Draco? Please just let me go, please.” Hermione whimpered.

Draco laughed, “Silence mudblood, how dare you talk to your superior without being spoken to.” He sneered nastily.

“Please, Draco, just let me go.” Hermione choked through her tears.

“I SAID SILENCE!” Draco screamed, raising his hand and striking Hermione across the cheek. Hermione’s eyes widened at the blow, the shock of the situation was too much. He had hurt her, physically hurt her.

He raised his wand and muttered a quick Silencio, muting Hermione

“You need to know your place, mudblood. And there are only a few ways your kind learn. For starters…” he said his attention back on her wand. “You won’t be needing this anymore.” Holding her wand between both of his fingers and bending forcefully.

CRACK!

Hermione cried out, not that Draco heard. Thought it didn’t dampen his evil spiritedness at the act.

“Your no witch Granger, your just a whore, a rancid blooded whore. And whores are only good for one thing!” he said disposing of Hermione’s wand before attacking her neck.

He bit harshly into her neck, drawing blood, his hands groping her soft body, his manicured nails clawing at her unmarred skin, now baring his brutal attack marks.

Hermione wriggled and tried to break free from the magic binds, with no use, but she continued anyway, hoping for something, she stopped abruptly as she heard Draco’s next words.

“Struggled all you want, it’ll only make it that much better… for me anyway. You’re forgetting, Love, that I’m the son of a deatheater, did you really think that I didn’t learn anything from dear old daddy. Please. You’ll never know how enjoyable it is to thrust into an unwilling body. So by all means continue.”

Hermione’s heart sank, he really wasn’t the man she thought he was, Draco would never say these things or hurt her, but Malfoy, well Malfoy was a as evil and spineless as Lucius.

Hermione began to close in on herself, a protective mechanism she had read about, when in times of great threat and peril people tended to fold in on themselves, obviously not literally but metaphorically. But she could slowly sense her grip on reality begin to fade. She never felt the second blow to her face, or the other bites Malfoy made. She simply just froze and left her body.

And yet somewhere in the back of her mind she was screaming, screaming at Malfoy, at herself and even at Severus. Why was she just giving up? Hermione Granger did not give up! Hermione Granger did not stand at the side of the boy-who-lived-twice when fighting Voldemort, survive four rounds of the cruciatus curse and an intense meeting of torture with Mcnair only to be broken by some pathetic school boy, who was angry that she kissed another man.

But realistically what hope did she have?

Hermione was battling between the two parts of her mind when Malfoy ripped the sleeves of her dress, exposing her pert breasts, the dusty pink nipples standing to attention in the rapidly cooling room. Without Hesitation Malfoy’s hand encircled Hermione’s exposed breast before biting hard into her nipple, causing Hermione not only to break though the silencing charm, but causing her to react and fight back.

Within seconds, Hermione had raised her knee making contact with Malfoy’s erect member, the force of her knee to his crotch sent Malfoy doubling over to the floor moaning and uttering obscenities, giving Hermione a window of time to escape.

She began to scream, in pain and fear and also in the hope that someone would hear, but the window of opportunity was gone, because suddenly Malfoy was standing, if not scarcely, and making his way back over to her.

“You little bitch!” he cursed, striking her again, her cheeks were red and stinging not only from the strikes but the tears.

“You’ll pay for that.” Malfoy said, as his hands slipped under the skirt of her dress and abruptly moved her knickers aside before penetrating her with his finger abusively. Hermione cried out at the intrusion. She gritted her teeth and shut her eyes to try and block out the agony between her legs, when all of a sudden it was gone.

She tentatively opened an eye lid, expecting to see Malfoy’s smirking face, only to find him crumpled up on the floor, seemingly unconscious. Hermione breathed in deeply before attempting to struggle against her bindings, only to discover that she could move.

Without a backward glance Hermione ran, grasping her torn dress, to her chest in an attempt to cover her exposed breasts, she ran, through the portrait hole and down the hall way, running as far away as she could to the warm safety of Gryffindor Tower.

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Severus had just finished his meeting with Dumbledore, it had of course been the most inconvenient discussion, but the headmaster was adamant that ‘the kiss’ as he referred to it as was inevitable, the headmaster as it seemed along with Minerva believed that Hermione, Miss Granger was his life partner, something that Severus didn’t even argue about, though he should have.

But truth be told having her in his arms, her lips against his, he couldn’t never recall something in his life that had felt more right than that moment, and then it had gone horribly wrong.

All through the meeting, he had been on edge, it was unsettling there was something wrong, and he didn’t like it one bit. It was because of these feeling that Severus had requested to leave, and now found himself on a walk back to the dungeons. The hallways were empty, the students all residing in there dormitories, and so he was free to lose himself in thought.

That is until her saw her, a bloody, crying mess. And his heart broke. Yes Severus Snape has a heart and right now it was broken in two at the sight before him.

Hermione.

Tucked away behind a suit of armour, her back rested against the wall, she looked paled and broken and Severus had crossed the hall to her within moments.

“Miss Gr… Hermione” Severus said softly, his onyx eyes peering down at her in concern.

“Professor?” Hermione said, her words broken by sobs.

“Oh dear Merlin, Hermione.” His hand reached to her face, softly tracing her injuries, he could feel the anger welling up inside himself. “He did this to you, didn’t he!” it was a statement more than a question, but Hermione nodded nonetheless, breaking down into more tears.

Before Severus could even think about the nature of his actions, he was embracing her, but not like a friend would comfort another friend, he embraced her as if she were his lover. And Hermione didn’t resist.

Her head rested against his white shirt clad chest, the blood from the gash on her had soaking through the flimsy fabric.

Within moments Severus had gathered her in his arms and lifted her off the dirty castle floor.

“Where are you taking me?” Hermione asked weakly.

“Somewhere safe, Love, somewhere safe.”

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A/N:

Well I couldn’t just leave it on a cliff hanger for you. What did you think? Let me know

MadamDragon: I’m glad you thought it was romantic, what did you think of the drama?

Moodysavage: Draco was part three yes, I hope you didn’t have to pout for too long

HarryGinny4eva: I intend to have a Draco Vs Severus bit, possibly after this chapter?

Hnwhitlock2000: I’m so glad that you are

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