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Forbidden Rapture	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 49871 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Author's Notes:

ILINA - NOT DON'T JUMP YET!!! BUT I SUGGEST ABOUT FIVE BOXES OF KLEENEX PLEASE. AND TRY YOUR BEST NOT TO CURL TONIGHT IN YOUR BED AND CRY AFTER READING THIS.

Hello dear readers!
We are reaching the last few chapters of the story.
Hold tight there with boxes of kleenex for those who are soft or light hearted.
Again, this story is not for those who has no gut to explore the darkest and angsty type of ff especially SS/HG version and style.

Other than, please review and leave a comment.

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Chapter Forty Five
Abandoned

“Ouch!” Hermione gasped as a whole pack of bandage was thrown over towards her and has hit the side of her face.
“Don’t be such a drama-queen..” Snape spat. “You didn’t die.”
“I didn’t die?” Hermione repeated aghast. “No, I didn’t professor – I just almost burned.”
Snape didn’t say anything.
He ignored her as he continued on opening another pack of bandages and then stirring a bluish potion over a cauldron.
Hermione sat on the small carpeted spot of his potions laboratory while he continued finishing the potion that healed burns.
Hermione was left with small burns at the side of her left arm and a very slight cut at the side of her face after attempting to go out of the door and leave the premises of the cottage within the perimeter of Snape’s strong wards.
She sat there placing bandage after the first-aid that Snape placed over her.
Her eyes were swollen and left tear-streaked as she kicked and screamed at the pain that the burns caused her.
Snape told her that it she has just entered the first layer of wards and that it gets stronger from inside out.
However, Hermione felt otherwise.
For some reason she felt that the wards’ level of pain were the opposite direction – stronger from the inside going out.
Which made a bit more sense at both parties – anyone from the outside attempting to go in would have the hardest time reaching the nearest point and anyone inside attempting to go out, wouldn’t even get past the first ward level that person reaches.
Her eyebrows quirked at the thought that most likely that was the said person for the wards means from inside going out.
“I told you there were wards.” Snape spat throwing over a package of small clothes to be place over her burns.
Hermione didn’t say anything.
It wasn’t a major try-to-escape- plan of hers; she just really wanted to go out for a bit.
She had been with him for weeks and months now and she had just healed from a recent injury from the cottage and now another burn marks were at hand.
She wanted to ask him why he had to place such wards but knew that she wasn’t going to get the answer she wanted anyway.
She wanted to go out.
She told him she was better and that maybe a glimpse downtown for any news from the Order or anything about the war would help her cope from all that depression she was having.
He had told her that he was ‘too busy’ in some of his tasks that he didn’t have enough time for the past two weeks to find out anything about the Order’s progress in the war.
Hermione would have believe this lie if only she didn’t see the inconsistency on it.
Snape was becoming more inconsistent with his stories of the outside world that it made it hard for her to believe that he was telling the truth.
Therefore, she wanted to take matter into her own hands.
But every single time that she does – things go haywire – and she ends up hurt and Snape ends up tending patiently if not kindly to her needs and for the process of healing her.
She wasn’t sure whom she hated more – herself, who was stubborn and who dismissed all of Snape’s warnings that ended up true anyway or Snape, who kept her away from her family and friends and kept her in the dark and yet had always been there to tend to her needs and save her from whatever trouble or pain she gets herself into.
“If you followed what I told you this would not have happened, Miss Granger.”
“You’ve already told me that a dozen of times professor Sn-“
“And yet you seem deaf enough not to hear nor understand it- which leads us to this.”
Hermione looked up as he settled a potion goblet with a wine colour liquid and a paste-like potion that she was supposed to put over her burn marks.
“This will hurt.” Snape warned her. “I suggest you do it yourself.”
Hermione’s eyebrows raised as she gulped the potion in the goblet and stared down at the paste.
“What?” she asked hoping that he would be helping her to tend to the burns. “But you said-“
“I said I will give you a Calming Draught with effects that of an anesthesia that will last for about a few hours and then I will make you the paste to heal your burns.”
Hermione stared up at him and the difficulty she had to face.
He was really going to punish her for what she has done.
Her hands were both painful despite that only the other arm had a burn; her right arm was the first one to fell off the stone floor of the outside of the cottage and it was pressed hard on the floor upon her weigh and the impact it caused when she was thrown backward from the unseen walls of the ward.
There was no going out and there was no going inside the cottage and now she could barely even move from the injury.
“What?” Snape asked her with glinting eyes.
“Nothing.” Hermione muttered taking all the paste in her arm and planning to heal herself in her room.
“Where are you going?” he asked her.
“In my room.” Hermione answered. “Where I can fully tend to myself seeing that I won’t be getting any help here-“
“Excuse me?” Snape asked her blocking her from the door. “Did I not warn you about the wards?”
Hermione didn’t say anything.
She tried to avoid his gaze knowing he was right.
“Did I lack the responsibility upon telling you about the wards that you weren’t supposed to cross in anyway?”
Hermione still didn’t say anything.
Snape took another step and she backed away seeing the anger and glint in his eyes.
“You weren’t even supposed to go beyond the premises I have placed upon-“
“I’m sorry!” Hermione angrily yelled at him. “I’m sorry alright?!”
Snape stood there stunned at her ability to still yell at him.
His fists were clenching in anger with her attitude towards him.
She was so ungrateful after everything he’s done and sacrifice.
He knew she hated the place and hated to be there with him but did she really think he as enjoying this so-called vacation they were having?
People out there were dying and here they were – stuck in the cottage – unknowing really of the world and war outside and if it was even ever going to end.
He had just received news that Potter was presently invalid.
Hermione should not know about it at all costs because it would surely lead her to more tantrums and her will to get out of the cottage would only be stronger whence she cannot be close to her family or friends.
Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were both safe at the moment so as long as they weren’t together.
The war must be won by the light and that needed them to be apart.
“I’m sorry, professor.” Hermione quietly said. “I really am sorry. I didn’t mean – I just really want to go back to them and-“
“I don’t want to hear this.” Snape said dismissing her and turning away from her.
“Professor Snape-“
“Go to your room and bring these things. I will follow to tend to your wound.”
“But I-“
“I said go to your room and I will follow to tend to your wounds.”
And without another word, he opened the door for her to leave the laboratory so he could clean up and follow her upstairs and tend to her wounds.
Hermione bit her lower lip and nodded.
Teary as she was, she took all the materials they would need with her out of the laboratory and walked out of the room.
She heard Snape close and lock the door behind her obviously not wanting her in his precious private space.
He didn’t her around and that was obvious to her.
So why couldn’t he just bring her back where she really belongs?
Hermione dragged herself back into her room with the things in her hands and trying to force herself not to cry.
Not again, not tonight.
She was tired of crying.
She was tired of everything that was happening around her.
She didn’t have anywhere to go and she was stuck there for as long as the war ‘demanded’ of them.
She was losing hope upon her situation.
She also discovered that without a wand for days, weeks and months – she was slowly losing her magic.
She was slowly losing her wandless magic and even if she wanted to practice it, she knew that she would have to do it when Snape wasn’t around.
She felt that the world was so unfair to her even in just the smallest things that was happening around her.
Snape could lock her out of a room and keep himself inside the room with the door locked and now she could no longer do that.
He said that he no longer trusted her to be alone because of the several ‘self-inflicted damages’ - like what has transpired today - to date for him to trust her when she was alone and so he demanded that she couldn’t lock doors.
She no longer had the privacy she wanted.
Despite that he’d knock upon her door’s room she still felt vulnerable at the thought that she couldn’t lock it even at night and she didn’t feel comfortable at the thought of that.
She was tired – physically and mentally.
She was also emotionally getting tired.
She was losing her faith and her hope that she was ever going to get out of the cottage and get back to Harry who might be desperately looking for her for all she knew.
She desperately needed to find a way to let him know that she was still alive – that she has not abandoned this life and he shouldn’t give up in finding her.

Hermione entered the Wizengamot court room with Lupin that day.
Harry had left early for the Ministry and since they weren’t really on speaking terms, Hermione didn’t bother asking Harry where he was going.
He didn’t say why he left early but Hermione would bet that it was about his side and part of the deal that he was going to accomplish.
Despite all that was happening and despite the relationship that they had, she still had that spark of hope that Harry was in there somewhere – the Harry she knew and the Harry that was true to his words.
She terribly missed that Harry.
And she knew that the boy felt the same, missing the Hermione that she was and couldn’t bring back.
“I’ll look for Harry.” Lupin said leaving her to sit on one of the long couches in the lobby where people passed by.
“Alright, professor.” Hermione quietly answered as she only stared at the people that walked by..
Lupin looked down at her and stared at the dark circles around her eyes and her weigh that was getting bothersome.
She wasn’t sleeping nor was she eating properly.
The damage of the trial was seemingly worse than they had anticipated.
He sat down next to her and took her hand.
Hermione was surprised at the gesture but she didn’t say anything.
It was only one of the very few times that the two of them had privacy.
“Are you still hanging in there?” he asked her slowly.
Hermione nodded at him but she obviously wasn’t.
Snape’s case was to end today – and he was either going to be Kissed or he was going for a life sentence at Azkaban.
Hermione hope for the latter and she knew that it was the best that could be done.
He was going nowhere with all the evidences but atleast he was going to live.
“I need you to know that I’m still grateful of you.” Hermione said taking hold of his hand.
Lupin didn’t say anything.
He tried to withdraw his hand from her but she kept them in place.
“Hermione-“
“I know you feel guilty about what happened to Harry.” Hermione said knowing this was true and yet unspoken by the man and the people around them.
“I should have been a better mentor.”
“You always were. You were the best we’ve ever had-“
“That goes with a limit, Hermione. There were things I could have done-“
“You didn’t do them in fear that they would hurt Harry.” Hermione pointed out. “But that does not make you a bad person. You did what you thought was right at the moment – you did what you thought would be less harmful for him.”
Lupin didn’t say anything.
“Nobody saw this was coming.” Hermione said. “I didn’t. I even thought I’d never see any of you again.”
“Why did you stay with him?” Lupin suddenly asked unable to stop himself.
Now this time, Hermione wanted to take her hand back but Lupin didn’t let her go.
She tried to avoid his gaze but he followed her stare.
“There were things we had to do.” Hermione said. “There were things I couldn’t explain to you but you would just have to trust me-“
“And then?” Lupin asked. “And then what happened?”
“I fell in love with him.” Hermione answered looking away from him as if ashamed of her admittance.
Lupin didn’t say anything as he stared at her.
“Are you sure about it?” he asked her. “Are you sure about your feelings for him?”
“Yes.” Hermione answered. “You were – you knew that we were going to get married-“
“Hermione, sometimes there are things we do because we think we feel that way towards the certain circumstance but sometimes-“
“Sometimes they aren’t?” Hermione finished for him. “Draco told me the same thing the other day.”
Lupin didn’t say anything but he was glad that someone else was seeing what he was telling her now.
“I couldn’t help Harry when he needed me the most.” Lupin said. “I could have done more – I could have done something and now it seems too late to save him from whatever- “
“You’ve done your part.” Hermione said. “Let me do my part.”
“You don’t love him?” he asked quietly.
Hermione opened her mouth but no answer came out.
The thought has never really been deeply embedded and realized for her.
Ofcourse she loves him – but it might have been different from what was a long time ago.
He would always be her first love and that would never change.
But there was something in him that just wasn’t and something that wasn’t in him that should have been.
“I love him.” Hermione said. “That’s why I’m doing this. For the both of them – for Severus and for Harry.”
“I don’t understand-“
“If I marry Harry, I save Severus’ life.” Hermione slowly said without meeting his eyes. “And if I marry Harry, I might have a chance to change him – to bring him back – to save him as well.”
“Do you think it’s all worth it?” Lupin asked her. “Do you think that what you are about to do is worth Snape’s life?”
Hermione opened her mouth to say something but they both saw a couple of people who came into view.
Mr. Weasley was ushering for Lupin to come to him while he was talking to some Ministry Officials and Draco who had just come out of the elevator doors and was holding his small black bag.
“I think I should talk to them.” Lupin said gently tapping Hermione’s hand.
Hermione nodded.
She stared at his hand for the momentary gesture but before she could say something he already let her hand go and had taken steps towards Mr. Weasley.
The very moment he left her, Hermione quickly stood up and followed Draco to the corridor he was walking to.

“You called for me?” Draco asked entering her mother’s study.
He entered the door to find her waving her wand and seemingly extinguishing something that slowly vanished into a thinning green and black smoke.
It was obviously some sort of dark magic.
“Come, Draco.” Narcissa said as she waved her wand again and the air cleared of smoke.
“What are you doing?” Draco slowly asked as he walked closer to her table.
“Just some practice.” Narcissa simply said. “You don’t know what and who would come up to you these days.”
“It looked to me like you were extinguishing something you’ve conjured.” Draco said. “Not some defensive spell.”
Narcissa ignored his comment as if she didn’t her him.
Draco kept quiet knowing that the topic was already over.
Draco stared as she took something from the table that he just didn’t immediately see and had sealed it inside her drawer’s desk.
It was one of her secret stores that she had warned him never to touch or he would surely be severely punished by her.
Draco was not a fool to defy her mother.
He knew how much more scary she was than that of Lucius when it came to serious terms.
“Have you eaten?” she asked him.
“Yes.” Draco answered. “Have you taken whatever it is you’re supposed to take because you look pale again.”
“I’m fine.” Narcissa said brushing his worry away. “It’s nothing, Draco. It’s one time I fainted and-“
“Twice, mother.” Draco corrected sitting on the large mahogany chair in front of her desk.
Narcissa didn’t say anything.
“Why did you call me?” he asked her.
“I’m handing you these documents.” Narcissa said pointing over a large pile of parchments over her desk.
“These are estates, land documents, records from Gringotts of various of accounts owned by the Blacks and the Malfoys and-“
“Are you going somewhere?” he asked her slightly terrified at what she was doing.
Despite her obvious love for her, Narcissa has never bestowed nor handed him anything that important.
Draco always knew that her mother doubted her abilities of comprehension when it comes to terms of handling the really important things especially that of the inheritance and the billions of worth of the Blacks and Malfoys.
“Ofcourse, I’m not.” Narcissa snapped at him. “I just need your signature on all of them.”
“I’m not yet of age.” Draco pointed out. “I haven’t even-“
“Seeing you’re enjoying your Christmas and holiday vacation Draco might as well put that into good use.”
Draco didn’t say anything so Narcissa continued.
“Seeing it is just you and me now while your father is resting at Azkaban-“ her eyes flared for a moment. “Might as well become the man of the house. I want you to sign all these documents.”
“What for?” Draco asked as Narcissa took out a silver quill with an end that of a snake and the Malfoy and Black emblem fused into one.
It was a magical quill that he only saw twice in his lifetime – one was in a picture of his parents’ wedding photos where they both used the quill and the only other instance was when Lucius signed something for the Dark Lord binding him to his services and allowing him to place the Dark Mark over his son about a year ago.
Draco knew then that if he was to sign everything using this enchanted quill then all these documents were far more important that they may seem to be.
“All of these?” Draco asked.
Narcissa nodded and pointed over the special quill.
“Would you care to tell me what I’m actually about to sign?” Draco asked reaching for the quill and for the first batch of documents.
“Your inheritance.” Narcissa simply answered as if it was the most normal and casual thing in the world.
Draco stopped in mid-movement of taking the quill as he stared up at his mother.
It was the first time they ever talked about inheritance.
It was usually his father who told him what they owned and what he was about to receive.
Narcissa never openly talked to him about these things let alone tell him what he was about to get from the Blacks side.
“Inheritance?” he repeated in disbelief. “Are you alright? Is something wrong?” he asked her.
Narcissa’s brows creased but they quickly vanished and she looked passive again.
“Should something be of the matter for us to discuss this and for you to sign?” she asked irritably.
Draco felt taken aback by her answer.
Ofcourse he always looked forward to what he was to inherit given their estates and worth.
But with the war and everything had gone on, he just only wanted to live a peaceful life and withdrawn from all that was happening.
“No. I just want to know why so sudden.” Draco answered truthfully.
Narcissa looked back at him for a brief moment with a certain worry over her face before it was completely replaced again by a cold façade.
“You’re not young anymore, Draco. You’re nearly of age.” Narcissa said sitting behind her chair and waiting for him to sign everything. “And neither am I getting any younger.”
“I want to know why so sudden.”
“Why so sudden is because your father is in Azkaban and right now I want things and well should things go down the drain for the Malfoys, Draco.”
Narcissa said the words as if she was holding all these back for weeks now.
She was obviously panicking deep down, thinking of Draco should things not go their way after or during the war.
Draco didn’t say anything.
He grabbed the quill and began taking the parchments from the table and began signing each parchment as Narcissa watched his progress before turning to a couple of batches of parchments and reading them through.
“Some of these are blueprints of the Malfoy Manor, Grimmauld Place and other estates and landmarks owned by both Blacks and Malfoys.” Narcissa said placing a separate batch of papers.
Draco only nodded in half interest.
He used to be interested in all of it but for some reason, he found that this would soon all be worthless.
He also didn’t like the idea that her mother was leaving her suddenly with all these ‘burden’ when she never really discussed these with him.
It felt like she was shoving everything towards him without explanation and with the foreboding feeling that she was about to leave him for some reason.
Draco feared the idea that her mother would abandon him in the middle of the war.
He didn’t like the idea of losing another parent.
He didn’t like the fact that his father was suddenly whisked off at Azkaban and the Dark Lord does not simply care about what has happened to his most loyal servant.
He simply abandoned Lucius Malfoy at Azkaban.
And he didn’t like the feeling of being abandoned by his own mother.
She was the only one he got.
She was the only person she’s ever really had even if they didn’t have the most conventional relationship.
She was the only person he’s ever really cared for in the entirety of his life.
“Why am I doing this again?” Draco asked halfway through signing all the parchments.
“Because it’s time to be an adult, Draco.” Narcissa replied with a heavy sighed.
She stood from her chair and began taking out large books from the shelves in her office where she keps records of various of business transactions and all other forms of financial documents.
“My Legal Council will be arriving within the week. A meeting will take place and I want you present in the meeting and the future meetings-“
“Why do I have to-“
“As I’ve said, it’s time to be an adult, Draco.”
“But you’re here and you’re-“
“I will not always be around, Draco.” Narcissa sharply said. “You must learn all of these as soon as possible.”
“Are you going to abandon me?” Draco suddenly asked in an angered state. “Why should I even be-“
“Because you should!” Narcissa suddenly flared at him. “Because you’re the only heir of this goddamn empire Draco and that is your job!”
Draco stared back at her.
He only wanted answers for he couldn’t understand the sudden changes and decisions that Narcissa was making.
He has tried since his father was sent to Azkaban to understand her with all his might.
She was very different from his father.
Her attitude towards many things were quite calculated; she was always calm and collected and passive as much as he knows of her.
She always seemed to know beyond what she lets on and seemed to have plans than what she actually shows.
It was scary sometimes because he barely ever sees her true emotions that led him into thinking that some of the intentions that she shows might be different from what she really wanted or planned to happen.
Narcissa Black Malfoy was such a mystery even to her own son.
“Now do you have a problem with all these, Draco?” she coldly asked him. “Do you have a problem inheriting 70 billion worth of inheritance?”
Draco felt momentarily insulted by her way of asking him to cooperate with her.
But no matter, she was his mother and she has never once created a decision that led him into a disaster no matter how questionable her actions were.
“No.” Draco answered her as he reached for another batch of parchments to sign. “None, mother.”
Narcissa stared and waited for him to resume his signing the parchments.
She stood there for another moment simply watching him without a word.
She didn’t want to push him into this task but she had to.
Time was running out – or atleast for her.
And she didn’t have enough time to prepare him emotionally as that would take time.
She hoped against hope then, that financially preparing him would be more than enough to suffice a future for Draco where she may no longer be present.

“Draco!” Hermione called out running after him.
It took a few moments before Draco realized that someone was calling and running after him.
He turned in his haste and saw Hermione breathlessly halting a few feet from him.
“Hermione?” he asked walking back to her.
“Draco-“ Hermione breathlessly said staring up and smiling at him.
Draco gave her a small smile and looked around her.
“Where’s Potter?”
“Upstairs, I think.” Hermione said. “I think he was asked for by the Wizengamot jury before we begin.”
“We have an hour and a half.” Draco pointed out to her.
Hermione only nodded.
“How are you coping?” he asked her. “Is he treating you –“
“I demanded with stay with the Weasleys until the wedding and he’s fine with it.” Hermione told him.
Draco nodded but seemed unconvinced.
“Harry finds it comforting if I’m surrounded by others –“ Hermione explained. “He feels safe that I’d be docile enough with everyone watching my every move.”
“Good move then.” Draco said. “I do want to talk to you but I need to prepare as well.” Draco said. “I haven’t seen Severus and I need to talk to him before we begin.”
“Can I see him?” Hermione suddenly asked. “I mean, I know that – well, Harry isn’t around-“
“It may affect the case, Hermione.” Draco said. “I wouldn’t be complacent enough despite Potter’s agreement and promise.”
Hermione only nodded knowing that this was for the better.
Draco always seemed to know the right answers to questions and things that she does not even seem to consider these days.
“You’ll get to talk to him after the trial I’m quite sure.” Draco said. “It’s part of the deal, remember?”
Hermione was silent but she nodded at him in agreement.
Draco could tell that she was worried and she wanted to talk to him – desperately.
But he had to tend to the case and he needed to talk to Snape before the trial actually begins.
He’d been damn late because he slept very late the previous night.
He was having nightmares and so he constantly woke up and given that, he gave up completely and spent the whole night traversing to his mother’s quarters and old office to look for an answer that they never really found.
There was no secret drawer or box or anything where the key may be used to get answers that they needed.
He was in desperate need of it.
He had hoped against hope that he could save Hermione from Harry’s plans by use of the key that may have save Snape’s life without having the need to trade Hermione’s freedom to life for Snape’s escape from the Kiss.
But he failed and at the moment he didn’t want to show his face to Hermione.
He felt like there was the biggest failure there could be.
He had been working hard but he was feeling as if there was nothing he was able to do for Snape or for her.
“We’ll talk later.” Draco said suddenly grabbing her hand.
Hermione looked up in surprise.
Their contact made her feel somewhat secure and she slightly relaxed.
There was something comforting in Draco’s presence these days.
“Draco-“
“We have more than an hour. I just need to talk to him then I’ll get back to you as soon if we finish talking.”
Hermione could only nod at him.
She wasn’t feeling well.
Despite that rest assured that Harry was going to ensure that Snape evade the most cruel of all the punishments, there was still a heavy tug at her heart.
It was inevitable.
Just as Snape being taken to Azkaban.
“Hey, you alright?” Draco asked worriedly.
“I’m fine.” Hermione muttered. “I’m just worried.”
“Potter will do his part of the deal.” Draco reminded her. “That’s the best news we can have.”
“Draco, Severus is going to Azkaban.” Hermione said as if Draco could do something about it.
Draco sighed knowing he had little time in his hands right now but Hermione seemed to need him more than Snape does at the moment.
He placed his black bag down and turned to her.
He took her hands into his and Hermione’s expression was of obvious surprise.
It was as though it was one of the first times that Hermione had physical contact with others without having the need to be sexual at all but that one of genuine concern.
She felt both uncomfortable and new at the idea of it even though it was the most normal things in the human race.
“Hermione, you know this was going to happen.” Draco said emphasizing each word. “We’ve already talk about it, right?” he said looking at her eyes that was seemingly avoiding his gaze.
“I know.” Hermione sighed heavily. “It’s just that – Draco, you know that-“
“He has to pay for what he has to pay.” Draco said. “We both don’t want him in Azkaban and I understand how you feel – I know he took good care of you, Hermione – but he has the law to answer to. He still took you and kept you for a very long time without telling any of us – without having the outside world know of what was happening-“
“But the – you know why that was Draco-“
“I know.” Draco said. “But no matter what you say, he is guilty of a handful of things – even if he didn’t take you in or kept you there are still those years he was a Death Eater – with cases he has to face and answer to.”
Hermione didn’t say anything.
She knew there was no way out of Azkaban.
She knew she was a fool if she thought that having his licensure and title as a professor and professional would be the worst thing that could be taken from him.
What he did wasn’t some shop-lifting or punishing a student beyond Hogwarts’ rules.
No, what he did was beyond normal comprehension and deep down she knew that this was a possibility.
“Hermione.” Draco’s voice came from her trail of thoughts. “Hermione, look at me.”
Hermione met his gaze as he held her hands closer in his.
“Draco –“
“I know what you feel.” Draco’s tone was now different. “I’d just about to do anything to bring him out of this – to make sure that he evades even the punishment of Azkaban.”
He sounded a lot like the Hogwarts boy that he was and Hermione suddenly felt nostalgic upon seeing a different Draco but not the bully she knew of.
“But you know the law.” Draco said. “You know and understand the law, Hermione. More than anyone I know of I know deep down you know this is what is right and what is logical.”
Hermione tried to take her hands from him but Draco didn’t let her go.
He made sure that their eyes made full contact.
“I will take care of him if he is punished in Azkaban for years.” Draco said. “I’d visit him every day and make sure that he remains sane. Look – no, listen to me – he isn’t any ordinary prisoner. They won’t just leave him and have him to rot in there. He would have the slightest and smallest privileges of visitors because of the year she had spent serving as a spy for the Order of the Phoenix – we will make sure that isn’t overlooked Hermione-“
“Draco, he’s going to Azkaban!” Hermione suddenly wailed at him. “Draco, I can’t lose him!”
Draco was taken aback when Hermione suddenly flung her arms around his neck and embraced him tightly and she just began crying right then and there.
The empty corridor echoed her cries and Draco knew that this was going to be harder than he originally thought.
He had a timeline for his itinerary for the day but apparently that seemed to be flying out of the window at the moment.
“Hermione-“
“Please, I can’t lose him. He’s the only one that I’ve got.”
Draco stopped caressing her back and let her cry for another pull moment before pulling himself away from her.
He looked back at her as he held her hands in his.
“That’s not true.” Draco said looking seriously at her. “You have those friends of yours and as crazy as it sounds, you still have Harry – he may still be saved-“
“He can’t be saved!” Hermione cried. “He can’t be – if Severus goes to Azkaban – what about me? What will happen to me – what will – I’m all alone and-“
“Don’t say that –“
“I’ve got no one, Draco!”
“Me!” Draco suddenly said. “Don’t you have me?”
Hermione stopped wailing.
She looked up at him as if seeing him for the first time.
“What about me?” Draco quietly asked her. “Don’t you have me?”
She tried to withdraw again from him but Draco didn’t let her go.
“I’m here.” Draco said in a serious tone. “I’m here, Hermione. Have I not been here for you? For the both of you? Have I not been here in the days you thought everything is lost?” he asked her. “Have I not been a good friend to you?”
Hermione didn’t know what to say.
She didn’t expect these from Draco.
He looked disappointed for a moment as if some reality had been splashed cold over his head.
“Draco, that’s not what I meant-“
“I am here for you.” Draco whispered. “I am here for you, Hermione. Even if Potter marries you, I will make sure that I will be involved in your life – I wouldn’t abandon you – I wouldn’t leave you alone – we will deal with this together-“
“Draco-“
“Together, Hermione.” Draco said. “Together we will deal with this. I’ll bring you back your life – I will give you-“
“Mr. Malfoy?” a voice called out.
They both looked up and saw a man and two elder person from the Ministry.
“Yes?” Draco said turning to them and gently letting Hermione go.
They walked to them and was glaring at Hermione who was hurriedly wiping away her tears.
“Is everything alright?” they asked them.
“Yes, I’m fine.” Hermione quickly said.
They looked back at her but were more concerned of Draco.
“You wanted to see your client first, yes?” they asked him.
Draco nodded and straightened his clothes.
He bent over to pick up his bag and nodded at them.
“He’s at the waiting room.” they told him. “You might want to come with us now as soon we would begin.”
“Yes, thank you.” Draco said as they began walking away.
He looked back at Hermione who was obviously avoiding his gaze.
“I’ll talk to you later.” Draco said without knowing what to say anymore.
“Yes.” Hermione answered. “Later, Draco.”
Draco nodded and sighed heavily at her.
He looked like he didn’t want to leave her there but he knew that he had to.
There were things to tend to other than licking certain wounds that were seemingly never going to heal anyway or pointless to attempt to heal at the moment.
He had to control his emotions.
Everyone around him seemed to be losing him.
And in the many years that he has been raise by a Black and a Malfoy there was one good thing that came out of it – the power of control.
Whether it was about controlling people, situations, oneself and the emotions – he had been strictly raised well to control certain emotions that may be used by enemies.
He had been raised well by a Black and a Malfoy to know when to let go of emotions and when to rigidly control it by any means possible.

Hermione lay quiet over the cold stone floor of the bathroom.
Her bathroom towel lay across her naked body.
Her face was red from crying, cheeks drying of tears, lips swollen and neckline filled with bite marks.
Snape had arrived angered and drunk for some reason.
They argued ofcourse and it ended up that he locked himself in his laboratory for about an hour before yelling at her that dinner was ready.
She came down and left again.
A few hours later, he returned even more drunk than earlier but he now had a bouquet of roses for her.
He gave it to her and kissed her.
She took no notice of him and told him that she wanted to sleep.
He barely took time to her as the moment his head hit their pillows he was dead asleep.
Hermione went to the bathroom to take a shower and was more than aghast to find him waiting for her outside the door.
She was in her towel and was just about to try herself when Snape pushed her back in the bathroom.
He took her despite that she begged him not tonight because she wasn’t feeling well.
He dismissed her excuse and only kissed her ravishingly to the point that she was already lacking oxygen.
He took her in the bathroom floor; kissing her and taking her as if there was no more tomorrow.
He was worse in their sexual activity when he was drunk and that was what she avoided these days knowing that there was no escape from it anyway.
And right after taking her, he left her on the stone cold floor telling her that he wanted her back in their bed as soon as she finishes.
It was already an hour later and she bet that he had fallen asleep again.
Her face was drying of tears just as the seeds he left to dry up around her legs.
She felt so dirty that she wanted to take a shower – ten times over.
But she no longer had any energy.
She couldn’t even more a muscle.
She as sure to have bite marks in the morning, her lower lip had a small cut from his bite, her wrists red and arms painful from his strong grasp of her when she tried to fight back telling him that she wasn’t feeling well.
At the moment, she just felt worse.
At these times she could only cry and stare out of nowhere with that endless misery growing inside of her.
Yes, she’s been with him for nearly a year now and the hope in her was slowly dying away.
Why has Harry not found her yet?
Has he given up on her?
Did he simply decide that perhaps she was gone – dead – from the war and that there was no one to look for?
Did he not try harder to look for her?
And the worst of all these thoughts was that question that was beginning to grow stronger inside of her – has Harry finally given up and has completely abandoned her?
No, she couldn’t think of that.
Hot tears swelled in her eyes again and streamed down her reddened cheeks.
She couldn’t think that way.
The thought of Harry was her only ray of light.
He was looking for her – he wouldn’t just give up on them or on her.
He wouldn’t just give up on looking for her.
But why hasn’t he come?
Where were they exactly that Harry seemed so far away and unreachable?
The minutes were being dragged into hours and into days; the days passing into weeks and months – and no hope was coming to the rescue.
Had the Order of the Phoenix simply thought that she has died from the ambushed and quickly discarded the idea of rescuing her?
Why couldn’t just Snape go out there and tell them – why couldn’t he just come and save her?
Where was Harry?
She couldn’t even cry in fear that Snape would burst into the room and drag her to bed with him.
She couldn’t stand another moment with the man.
How could he just do these things to her?
Was her rescue really worth all of these that he was doing to her?
But he saved her life – he saved her life – he didn’t abandon her.
“Harry..” Hermione cried in silent tears as she curled into a ball dragging the small towel in an attempt to cover herself should Snape suddenly enter.
She knew it was the dead of the night and he’s probably back on their bed comfortably asleep and in bliss of the world around him.
How could he sleep?
She was barely of age and she felt that she’s never even reached the full potential of her powers. .
She has lost her wand and her wandless magic seemed to be dying slowly because she wasn’t able to use it nor practice it at all.
She had nothing and no one but Snape – the man who has saved her among many other innocent lives that she know of.
But as the days were passing, she felt that he seemed to be taking them farther from the direction of things he first promised her.
She didn’t want to mistrust him for the simple reason that he was the only one she’s got.
Wherever they were, they were far and away and he was still taking very good care of her despite all her whine and cries and defiance to the rules he created that was also for her safety.
He may be unreasonable at certain times but he always showed her how logical his decisions were and how she was the one who eventually benefits the most at the end of the day.
He was the only remaining connection she had with the outside world and if she loses him, what will become of her?
What if she angers her to the point of his limit?
He could as easily leave her there to die alone.
She couldn’t go back that was for sure.
She wasn’t sure where they were exactly and she had no wand to help her and her magic was becoming not only less reliable but seemingly less and less in the days that were passing.
There was nothing she could do but cry every night.
Cry and hope for the best.
And the latter was becoming more vague in the passing of time.
She had hope that things would eventually become better and that things would end but they have gone from nothing to worse of the days.
He had promised her things for which she has barely seen progress and yet she couldn’t just mistrust him because he had always come out right in the decisions he imposed for the two of them.
She didn’t know what to do anymore and she felt that sooner or later she could do herself harm if she doesn’t control her mind and let herself fall into complete despair and depression.
What was she going to do?
She always knew what to do and now there was just no answer to questions she had.
Nobody was there to answer her questions.
She had nobody but herself but she also felt that something inside of her was slowly dying.

Hermione could only close her eyes as she cried, desperately and strongly thinking of Harry as she always did so every single night.
She had hoped that there could be some sort of magical connection in their minds and that he would be able to hear her and vice versa.
If only she could talk to him – even just in dreams – so she could send a message to him that she was alive, that she was somewhere out there and in desperate need of his rescue, of him.
“Please don’t abandon me..” Hermione desperately thought over and over again. “Harry, I’m here.. I’m here… I’m alive.. please find me, please find me..Harry, I’m still here.. I’m still here.”
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