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Damaged Goods	By : shelia Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7700 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Damaged Goods
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
- 8-part 8
- 9-part 9
- 10-part 10
- 11-part 11
- 12-part 12
- 13-part 13
- 14-part 14
- 15-part 15
- 16-part 16
- 17-part 17
- 18-part 18
- 19-part 19
- 20-part 20
- 21-part 21
- 22-part 22
- 23-part 23
- 24-part 24
- 3
- 4
- 5
AN/This is a dark fic. I have no beta for the first chapters of this story so bear with me and my mistakes. Thanks for reviewing

Damaged Goods
Part 4
The rain fell alike upon the just and upon the unjust, and for nothing was there a why and a wherefore. -W. Somerset Maugham

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Minerva gripped Albus� hand hard as Hermione said Malfoy�s name.

�Tell me Hermione,� Severus voice was soft, controlled, though he fought the rage inside over the mention of Malfoy. �Tell me everything that happened after you arrived home.�Her faced paled and she started to shake her head but the Veritaserum was too powerful for her to resist.

�Mum and dad had picked me up at the station. We arrived home late as we had gone to dinner.� She spoke mechanically her sentences short without emotion. �Entering the house I was grabbed from behind. I saw someone grab my mother and I heard someone cast Stupefy and my dad fell.

�It was dark I couldn�t see exactly what was going on, I was crying, trying to fight my way out of the hold. Then I heard him, Lucius, he was standin fin front of me.

�Lets see,� he said as he gripped my chin and brought my face up. �So this is the little mudblood my son has be bewailing about.� I could hear my mother sobbing in the background. �At least he has decent taste,� he said as he ran a gloved finger down my cheek.

�The man that held me, I assume it was a man by his voice asked Lucius if I were to be taken for the party tomorrow.

�No,� Lucius told him, �she has another engagement.� He leaned in close to my face and I could smell his breath as he whispered into my ear. �You see my little mudblood, I thought I would do a little Christmas shopping tonight. Draco has wanted a new toy for quite awhile�.�

Minerva gasped and started to speak but Albus put a finger on her lips.

Hermione was starting to tremble. � I was so scared, not so much for myself but for my parents. They were going to kill them. I just knew it. And I felt so helpless.�

�Hermione tell me what happened next,� Severus directed.

�I asked him, what about my parents, Harry would have been proud of me I asked him without a hint of fear in my voice.

�That depends on you mudblood,� he sneered. � If you are a good girl and come with me without any fuss, and please my son,� he added with a chuckle, �we will let your parents live. You will begin by writing a note to them explaining that you chose to stay at Hogwarts with your friends over the holidays, date it for sometime last week.�

�I nodded. Then you will let them live? I asked pleading.

�Lucius you are absolutely ruining the evening.� the man said that was holding my mother.

�Malfoy turned away from me and laughed,� Avery I said I would let them live, I didn�t say you couldn�t have your fun first.�

Hermione turned her eyes to look at Severus, pleading in them, the emotions surfacing even though she was under the serum. �They raped my mother, I couldn�t do anything but listen, I couldn't do anything, but vomit. I couldn�t do anything.�

�Shhh,� Severus said gently. � Hermione tell me what happened when you left your house.�

�He grabbed me around the waist and we Apparated. I found myself standing in a dark cellar. He released me and I fell to the floor.

�The night has just begun mudblood,� he said smirking at me. �But first I must attend to a few matters.�

�He grabbed my arm and drug me across the floor to a door. Opening it, I saw a small closet of sorts before he threw me in, shutting the door. �You will be quiet little girl,� he hissed at me through the door. �If anyone finds you here your parents will die before you have time to think about it.� I sat down on the cold floor and cried.

�I don�t know how long he was gone. I had fallen asleep. The door opened and a rough hand pulled me to my feet.

�Sorry to keep you waiting mudblood,� he said.

He pulled me along, down a set of stairs that led into a damp cold hall. I realized that the doors I saw lining the hall were doors to cells, their iron bars glinting coldly. He took me to the farthest one, pulling me in he shoved me down on a small cot there.

�Make yourself at home Miss Granger,� he said chuckling, �as this will be your home for the next several days. If you are a good girl however,� he said, as he came over to stand above me, �I might allow you to go back to school after the holidays.�

�I knew he was playing with me though I couldn�t stop the flooding of hope that coursed through me. �I will do whatever you say,� I said through clenched teeth, trying to placate him.

�Indeed you will you stupid little mudblood. Everything I say. Take off your clothes.

�I didn�t want to, but I was so afaid not to, me a Gryffindor afraid,� she said bitterly. Tears were flowing down her cheeks now. �I took my clothes off and sat there shivering more from his presence than the cold.

�I must say again, my son at least has decent taste,� he remarked. �Tell me girl, how old are you?�

�Fifteen I told him.

�Hmmm, you seem older.� I looked at him, though I wish I hadn�t. I could see the look on his face, the lust. �So Hermione, that is your name.� I nodded. �Tell me why my son wasn�t good enough for your bed?�

�I guess he saw the look of disgust on my face as he was suddenly close enough to strike me. The blow sent me back, and he was on top of me. He growled as he pushed himself on top of me. I fought but he was too ng fng for me. He forced himself into me. He raped me. He raped me. He raped me.�

Her voiced died off still mouthing the words.

�Severus stop this,� Minerva said her voice trembling. Severus glanced over at the older couple to see Albus stroking her hair as she buried her face in his should

Albus looked at him fire blazing in the blue eyes. �We need to continue Minerva, we must know.�

Severus nodded, feeling sick and turned back to Hermione. �Continue please Miss Granger.�

�He finished, and got up and dressed. I could do nothing but curl up and cry.

�It seems I owe Draco an apology,� he said his voice full of mockery. �I accused him of not being able to seduce Potter�s slut. Didn�t realize the slut had never been bedded,� he chuckled.
�He left locking the door. I wanted to die. I don�t know how long I was there. It was so cold and he had taken my clothes. I had nothing to keep warm with. I must have finally slept for the next thing I knew I heard Draco�s voice.

�Well look what we have here,� he drawled, �Father said I had a present down here but I never imagined I would find a littakedaked mudblood.�

�I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me. I tried to cover myself with my hands.

�Now then Granger,� he said pulling my hands away, �I want to look at my gift.�

�Draco please, I begged him, you don�t want to do this.

�Oh but I do Granger,� he said slyly, �you don�t know how much I do.�

�I closed my eyes as I felt his hands move over my body. Please, I begged again, think about it, you don�t want to be like your father.� He struck me hard on the chest.

�You filthy mudblood, don�t ever speak about my father again. You aren�t worthy to even speak my name, you are nothing but dung, blood full of foul stinky mud.�

�Then why do you want to?�

�Because I can Granger, because I can.�

�His assault on me was not as rough as his father�s had been. I had become detached, feeling as this was happening to someone else. When he had finished I heard Lucius� voice. The bastard had watched.�

�Draco, Draco, have I not taught you anything?� The cell door opened and he came in. I felt as if I was watching from a distance as he showed his son how to do things to the body that use to belong to me. It was not until he rolled me over and I felt something cutting into my flesh that I realized the screaming body on the cot belonged to me.�

�Enough Severus.� Albus spoke, barely keeping the rage from his voice. Severus looked at Hermione, who was shaking so violently that her small frame seemed to clatter.

�Is it enough Headmaster?� Severus asked wearily, bile in the back of his throat. �We need to know why they let her go, what hold they still have on her. Why he did not simply Obliviate her memories.�

�Can she handle it Severus? Do you honestly think she can handle reliving this?�

�She relives it every night she goes to that bastard,� Severus said through clenched teeth.

Turning back to Hermione he continued. �Hermione, tell me about the last day you were there, in the cell. The day you left.�

�Lucius had brought me my things, I wasn�t even aware that he had gotten them when he took me that night. He told me that it was time to return to Hogwarts. I couldn�t believe it. He actually was going to let me leave. I couldn�t wait to see Dumbledore to tell him what had happened, and I guess he knew what I was thinking.

�He left me to change and clean myself the best I could with the bucket of cold water he had brought. When he returned he had brought Draco, who was dressed in his school robes, smirking at me.�

�Mudblood, I have graciously allowed you to live,� Lucius told me, staring down his nose at me.

�I nodded, still scared that he would change his mind.�

�I think some sort of gratitude should be shown for this.�

�I didn�t know what he wanted; surely he wasn�t going to violate me again after telling me to get ready to go. I don�t understand I said.�

�Dimwitted are we Granger?� Draco sneered. �When a lord presents a gift to a slave that slave should show proper gratitude, such as perhaps kneeling and licking her master�s boots.� I glared at him, though I didn�t know I still could and raised my chin defiantly.�

Hermione flinched as she brought a hand up to her cheek. �He struck me hard, Draco that is, grabbing my hair and dragging me down, pressing my face against his father�s boots.�

�Lick them mudblood,� he hissed in my ear and I did.

�He released me and I lay there feeling as dirty as I had when they had violated my body.

�It would seem the little mudblood has not learned her place yet,� Lucius spoke. Pulling out his wand he placed me under the Imperius curse.�

Hermione paused, sighing softly. Severus reached over and took one of her hands, realizing the Veritaserum was beginning to wear off. �What did he instruct you to do under the Imperius?� he urged.

�He instructed me that I was to call him master or milord. And when he wasn�t around that I was to direct this administration to Draco. Then he had me bowing and kissing their boots. Rather comical don�t you think?� She said bitterly, her emotions starting to show through.

�Removing the curse, he grabbed me by the chin and forced me to look at him. His eyes were so cold, so cruel.

�Now then, I know you will want to run to your little friends and tell them all about what happened here. To hide behind that Muggle loving fool at Hogwarts. But listen carefully to me girl, I have spies and ears everywhere and if one word, just one gets out, you will find yourself an orphan before you can say Merlin. Then I will have you delivered to Voldemort himself. You really don�t want to know what he likes to do with little mudbloods,� he said mockingly. �Do you understand me?� I nodded.�

�Also you will continue to please my son when you return to school.�

�That will never work I said barely, believing I had found my voice. My friends would never believe I had suddenly found feelings for Draco.

�Lucius laughed at that. �Stupid girl, do you think I want my son�s reputation sullied by having a mudblood hanging on him? There are ways you cant int in secret and no one had better find out.

�I looked at Draco who was smirking, enjoying himself immensely. �Wait till Crabbe and Goyle find out about my new pet,� he said.

�Lucius dropped my face and turned on his son. He struck him across the face. �You little fool, I can't believe you still haven�t learned. Not one word of this to anyone. Those morons you call friends would let it slip.�

�Sorry father,� Draco muttered holding his mouth, shooting daggers at me. I almost felt sorry for him.�

�One more thing Draco,� Lucius said his voice cruel. �We do not want any droppings left behind on our little mudblood.� I think Draco was confused as I was. �Imbecile, we don�t want the bitch carrying a child now do we?� I hadn�t even considered that and felt as if I would throw up. �There are certain things we can do that will assure that doesn�t happen but I think the new version of the Cruciatus our Master developed will be the most enjoyable.�

�I saw Draco pale before he nodded. Lucius looked at him and Draco pulled out his wand. Standing before me he placed the tip of his wand against my lower abdomen.

�Now remember boy, think only of the part you want to curse,� Lucius told him.

�Draco muttered �Subtilis Crucio�and it felt as if hot knives where tearing my lower abdomen apart. The pain, it was beyond what I could stand, and I started to black out when Draco removed the wand. I saw the sweat on his upper lip, his face pale. Still cramping I doubled over and moaned.�

�Bloody hell!� Dumbledore swore. Hermione continued not hearing him.

�Well done,� Lucius said putting a hand on Draco�s shoulder. �Remember to do this ever so often, if nothing else to remind her of her place.� As the pain subsided, Lucius neared me.

�Lucius grabbed me around the waist and the next moment I found myself standing on platform 9 3/4, hidden in a corner away from the crowd. I couldn�t help it, I started crying with relief. Lucius still had not released his hold on me. He bent low and whispered in my ear.

'Remember what I said girl,� he hissed, �and don�t believe for one moment you are safe at school.� I just nodded. �Do you doubt me?� his voice was angry.

�No milord, I told him, bile in my mouth.

�Good girl,� he said his voice softening. He licked the side of my face and I shuddered. �You know once you were taught the finer points of obeying your master, I found myself reluctant to let you go.� I shivered, praying he wasn�t changing his mind. �Perhaps I can persuade you to come for a visit over the summer holidays,� he chuckled. I gagged before I could help it.�

�Bitch,� he growled, biting hard on my neck. �Run along now and be sure to play the happy little virgin you once were,� he said laughing. �But remember one word, one hint and I will have my loyal servant bring you back before Dumbledore can find his way out of his office.� My back stiffened. �Oh yes, Professor Snape will deliver you into my hands before you would have a ce toe to talk to that Muggle loving Headmaster,� he said and Disapparated.

Severus� head snapped back, his eyes blazing. How dare Malfoy use him in this.

No wonder the girl had flinched whenever he was near, not that his lovable personality wasn't enough to cause that reaction.

�Did you believe him?�

She seemed to struggle. �I didn�t want to, I honestly tried. But yes, at that time I could not help but believe him.�

Severus felt his heart sink. Then reworded the question. �Do you still believe him, child? Do you think I would take you to Malfoy?�

She looked at him, trying to see him. �No, I don�t think you would.� She was coming out of the serum; big tears were falling from her eyes.

�Tell me Hermione, when you go see Draco, how do you leave the Gryffindor tower?�

�There is a secret passage near the fireplace.�

�No there isn�t,� Minerva said.

�Yes,� Hermione said, �it�s a really old one that had been sealed when the fireplace was enlarged. Apparently Malfoy and company had reopened it over the years. It leads into a secret passage beneath the Slytherin common room. The one Professor Snape uses when he goes ��.Her face began to crumble.

�I believe she is coming out of it Severus,� Albus said gently. Severus did not look at him, he only saw the broken girl before him.
Subtilis : precise.
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