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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31744 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: @BlackRose "Now what is Severus planning?" - I think that this chapter might give you a clue ;)

To avoid further confusion:
Italic - Past, memories
‘Single quotation mark’ - inner monologue, thoughts
“double quotation mark” - actual speech
„My assistance...about what?“ she cuts him off, almost afraid to hear the answer
„Granger,“ she can hear a sigh in his voice and can imagine him sneering „you do not have the desire to relive my memories. And I can assure you, I have no desire to share them, with you or anyone for that matter. If nothing else, last night’s mishap taught us that it would be prudent to...proceed... expeditiously...toward dispelling your blunder, wouldn’t you agree?“
His voice is a low whisper, a bit husky, almost hypnotic. Her heart drums in the irregular beat. Yes, she wants to stop seeing his memories, but what if...but no...they still might let her stay. But what if...
„Granger, are you awake?“
„Yes.“ She breathes out, almost a sigh
„I do expect an answer if I pose a question.“
„Yes, well...I do want to break whatever connection I made...but...how? We have a ban on all the books I used, and we would need even more books to fix the problem...and...“
„And what?“ he sounds annoyed „I am well aware of the ban on books. Also, I happen to know that you are capable of reciting everything you read. My memory is something I am confident in, even without books or your notes. We can recreate whatever you did in the first place...“
„And how that would help?“ she is unsure. They need her notes at least. But he is right, she remembers most of it, what she fears off is not her knowledge but what comes next
„It would be a starting point, Granger. Tell me, how come you were capable to create a spell that you did and still be unaware how to create counterspell? Or are you still a tape recorder with occasional bursts of creativity?“
„It is not that I do not understand why we need my original notes, sir...we need books I didn’t read to create a counterspell.“
„I am aware of that Granger.“
„Then...“
„Did ever occurred to you that do possess the required knowledge?“
„Ummm...it did, but...“
„But..?“ he asks and she starts to shake, feeling like she showed up in a class without assigned essay in his class
„Can we be sure that either I or you would remember everything, every little detail...if not...we might create...“
„That, Granger, is a calculated risk. One that I am more than willing to undertake.“
„But...“ her voice breaks. While her brain already working toward the recreation of the original spell... her heart sinks low and she feels chill running down her spine
„Are you not?“
„It is not that...what if we make mistake? What if we return you to coma...and this time I can’t call you back?“
„Granger, I would wake up...sooner or later. I wasn’t unaware of my surroundings I was unable to communicate.“
That forces her to raise. She seats up under the odd angle and narrows her eyes at him. He is facing the ceiling, his eyes closed, to anyone he would appear as if he is sleeping. Reluctantly, she lies down again.
„Oh.“ That is all she manages to produce
„Granger, will you make up your mind? I do want to know what my options are.“ his voice is a sarcastic drawl „Additionally, I have no inclination to die of old age waiting for your reply.“
„Ummm, yes...I will help, but...after...I have to learn those two almanacs that Mrs Malfoy sent me, before the party...and...“
„Hermione Granger struggles with learning! Well, well, we are all doomed!“
„There is no need for you to be insulting.“ She grumbles „And I have no problem with learning, but the photographs are....outdated... I have a problem connecting the face with the name.“
„You met most of the people from those almanacs at one point in of your life or another.“
„I did, but not their extended families...and....“
„Merlin save me!“ he exclaims and she waits. He seems to be either annoyed or in a deep thought. Finally, he addresses her again „If I...endeavor to...help you...in your learning...would you dedicate a part of your time to our little project?“ each word is careful like he has to speak with the mouth full of glass
Excitement raises like a tide inside her. To learn from him again, to work on a project with him...isn’t that the biggest acknowledgement she could get?
„Yes!“ but even if her elation is present in first two letters... the fast downfall of the buzz she felt rings clear in the last letter. She curls into a ball, fighting to control her breathing. Sudden thought cut through the happiness ’What if he want’s to get rid of me so he could...kill himself?’
„What is the problem, Granger?“ exasperation is clear in his voice
„I…“ sobs cut through her words, she is shaking now, scared almost panicked
„Granger...Spit. It. Out.“
„I...don’t know...I don’t...understand...I was so afraid and....“
„Granger, snap out of it, and do try to make sense...“
„I don’t understand what is going on...“ she hiccups „I was so afraid when I couldn't wake up, and you...“
„Granger, it is a miracle that you are able to walk as it is. If you failed to notice, and you obviously did, we ingested a dose of highly potent Dreamless Sleep. It is also obvious, that you and I have built resistance to a common variety of the same Draught... hence the current situation.“
„But I didn’t...“
„No, for once I cannot blame you.“ The tightness in his voice is palatable „Poppy instructed Misty to dose us. If that clarifies....“
„Sir...?“
„Lay off the formalities, Granger.“ He hisses at her „Tell me, what books did you use to create original spell?“
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He still can’t force his eyes to open, and it is a good thing. More than once during this conversation he had a need to roll them. The girl is...annoying, infuriating, and unquestionably unbalanced. He has to tread with caution if he is to get what he wants from her. The sole idea is dangerous under the best of circumstances, and these are far from even a bare minimum, but... ’Desperate times, desperate measures.’
He wants her out of his head, fast...before she sees... before she decides that she doesn't want to break the connection... Knowing her self-righteous Gryffindor ways... she will decide that... once his memories reach the second rise of a Dark Lord.
„Umm, I used my knowledge of Legilimency, and the books Magical maladies 12 and 14 and Mind healers manual.“
„From which book did you learn about Legilimency?“
„The mind obscured.“ She sounds scared to admit. This is surprising, it's an advanced reading. The book can contribute to general knowledge... but rarely anyone managed to learn from the book at the beginner's level. Not to mention...the book was available only in the Restricted section.
„Sneaking into the Restricted section, are we?“
„Ummm, actually no. There was a copy in the Black library, and I asked Sirius...“ she pauses and he can’t prevent the low growl
„Of course, the Black didn’t see anything wrong in giving that book to the beginner.“
„Well, he gave me permission to use all the books in the library I find interesting.“
„How...responsible...of him, given that the Black library has more books on Dark Magic than even Malfoy’s do.“
„ Really?“ she sounds surprised
„Granger, Malfoy’s do have an extensive library with books on ancient magic, but many of those books are not about Dark Magic.“
„How?“
„What makes a spell dark, Granger? Exclude unforgivables.“
„Intent.“
She surprised him, she didn’t dive into an elaborate explanation.
„Correct. Now tell me, if we presume that common slicing spell, used in kitchens and by seamstresses... is used to harm anyone...could it cause harm?“
„Yes, depending on the intent...“ she takes a long breath
’And here we are.’ He thinks bitterly, wondering why he did this to himself. But if he did decide to torture himself with quizzing a student... he could get much worse than Granger, at least she has solid base knowledge.
„...one would have to put much more determination and will. Not to mention magic...but yes, it is possible to use it as an offensive spell if the need arises.“
„Would you call it a Dark Arts variety spell?“
„No.“
„Why? Which spell would you call Dark Arts spell?“
„Ummm....“ she sounds uncertain and he nearly chuckled
„Yes?“
„Sectumsempra.“ She whisper sounds shaky
„Correct. Do you know what separates them, even if both spells are severing spells?“
„The later has the purpose to harm.“
„More than that Miss Granger. Sectumsempra wouldn’t work on bread or cloth, not even on dead meat. The spell activates on the contact with skin, its sole purpose is to harm, injure or...kill.?“
„Why....?“ she whispers
He is unsure what she wants to know, why is he telling her this or why he created the spell. The prior he won’t reveal but the later...it does serve his purpose.
„Why I created such dark and dangerous spell?“
„Yes.“
„Because, contrary to yours and apparently everybody else, popular opinion – I am not the good person, Granger.“
You are wrong!“ she cries, and he can hear shuffling.
„Stay on your sofa, Granger.“ He warns but it is too late. His bed bends when she sits on the edge before she thumps down near his legs, her hand grabs his and squeezes „You idiot!“
„You are wrong Snape, you are not a bad person.“ She sounds tired now, hiccuping words through soft sobs
„Remove yourself from me, you insolent child! Now!“ he demands but she squeezes his hand and sniffles
„I can’t...too dizzy...“
He can hear a yawn. ’Bloody hell!!!’
„Granger! Of. My. Bed. Now! I don’t care how, crawl if you must, but remove yourself from my personal space.“ he growls.
His complaints and threats achieve nothing, he can hear and...feel (!)...her shaking with silent sobs. She curls up where she is while maintaining the hold of his hand. He has no strength to pull off his hand. With rising panic, he realises... she fell asleep, which is not surprising but still is infuriating.
The chit is, apparently, bent on torturing him... no, not torturing... on using any means available to talk him out of his intentions. He can push her away, but that would be counterproductive in the light of their recent plans. However, he must find the way to...persuade her...somehow...
His mind is muddy, the potion is wearing off his resolve to stay awake. He fights the urge to fell asleep, especially in this situation. She is a bundle next to his legs, an oversized cat. She still holds his hand. The door clicks and he hears familiar drawl
„Now, isn’t this endearing?“
Lucius will not let him live this down.
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