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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20869 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

That whole day passed slowly for Hermione. Time seemed to stretch as she went about her usual chores. She began to feel lightheaded and sick from all the worrying. Snape hadn't stayed for breakfast. He'd been leaving the library as she came along the hall with a tray, and had only given her a quick scowl before striding away down to his office door and disappearing through in a flap of long black robes.

He'd been sullen still at lunch too, not speaking to her except to instruct her to kneel while he ate, and to take away the tray and get out once he'd finished. She'd knelt in silence, her knees slowly going numb from the hard floor, and a painful ache behind her ribs. He'd not looked at her once.

She was dreading the coming evening, not knowing what to expect from him. Was she going to be punished, her privileges taken away, or sent away from him and given to another one of Voldemort's followers? The anxiety was eating at her and she could think of nothing else all day. She could understand that he was angry at being hit like that, but surely he could understand it was a complete accident and she would never do such a thing on purpose. She just wanted to please him, and it was killing her to see him so distant and uncaring.

Despite the distractions of her thoughts, Hermione managed to complete her work not long after lunch. The door to her own bedroom had not reappeared, which was some small comfort, but she was uncertain what to do or where to go for the rest of the day. Eventually she decided to go in search of the potions book she had been reading.

She slipped quietly into the library to search. She'd realised earlier while cleaning that it wasn't on the desk where she'd left it the previous night, and it wasn't lying around anywhere obvious. She took a peek at the stack of books on the desk, but all of the titles swam before her eyes, making her feel dizzy, and she didn't recognise any of the bindings.

Snape must have moved it, either replacing it back on the shelf or hiding it away somewhere. Either way it meant she wouldn't be able to read this afternoon. Even if he'd returned it to the shelf there was no way for her to find it without making her head hurt by reading the spines, and it was already aching from the worrying she'd been doing all day.

Hermione felt crushed. The loss of the book made her fear the worst. Maybe her own room hadn't returned because she would no longer be staying with Snape. Maybe he was so cross that he wanted rid of her.

She flopped down into the chair by the desk, head in hands and began to cry quietly. He hated her, and she was going to be given to another Death-Eater. She wanted to stay with him. She couldn't imagine leaving. She'd enjoyed the previous evening far more that she would have ever believed possible only a few days ago.

She'd learnt so much just by asking him a few questions. He had encouraged her, not deriding her for any mistakes and praised her when she'd worked out the answers for herself. It had been everything she'd ever wanted from the harsh, demanding potions master. Later that evening, she'd been so nervous, and yet so aroused by what he was doing to her body. She wanted to please him, to show him how she felt, but how could she when he wouldn't even look at her?

Ten minutes or so later the tears had begun to run dry, leaving her puffy eyed and tired. She wiped away the last traces with the hem of her dress. She was just going to get on with it, and hope for the best. It wasn't like she had a choice either way. You could make an effort to show him how much you want to stay with him.

She looked down at the crumpled fabric in her hands. Her dress was dusty and stained from cleaning and scrubbing. And her arms and legs were dirty too. She wasn't sure quite how there managed to be so much dirt to clean each day, but she always ended up with buckets of dirty water from scrubbing the floors and filthy cleaning rags. She'd quickly learnt to do any washing before she started cleaning otherwise she'd end up making it dirtier than ever.

Hermione decided that if she wanted to make a good impression that evening the first thing to do would be to make sure she was as clean and tidy as she could manage. She left the library and rushed down to the bathroom to grab a clean towel to wrap around her and then into the kitchen where she proceeded to remove her dress and left it to soak for a short time in hot soapy water.

While she waited she gave her hair a good detangling with the brush she'd found where Snape had left it on the floor by the side of the armchair while cleaning earlier. Hopefully it would have time to dry naturally, instead of turning into a poufy mess again after the drying charm that Snape had used.

Once her hair was tangle-free she went back to her dress and scrubbed it, taking her time to make sure every last mark had gone, before rinsing it and laying it out over the range. She smoothed it out carefully so it wouldn't wrinkle as it dried. She was very lucky there was an old-fashioned range in the kitchen. It stayed on all the time and kept the room warm, making drying clothes and other laundry that much quicker.

She then went to the bathroom to take a shower. Pulling off her towel, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her sad reflection stared back at her. She looked a mess, her hair horribly frizzy even though she'd just brushed the knots out. Her face was red and splotchy from crying and her eyes were dull. She'd dropped a few pounds over the past few weeks, and her already slender frame had lost most of the few curves she'd had.

She made up her mind to eat something before Snape came back. Maybe a good meal would help brighten her up a little, and she'd probably need the energy to get through the night, not having eaten more than a few bites at lunch and nothing for breakfast. She'd felt too sick to try anything.

She turned from the mirror, turning on the shower and letting it warm up before climbing in. After rinsing out the shampoo she used extra conditioner in the hope it would tame some of the frizz. She wanted to look her best for him that evening.

She almost cried against when she grabbed his soap to wash her body. The smell reminded her painfully of the previous night, lying in his bed discovering the taste of his skin, and later, wrapped up under his sheets and in his arms, the musky scent of him surrounding her as she fell asleep. She washed the lather off as quickly as possible, but the smell lingered strongly, even after she turned off the water and dried herself.

She brushed her hair in front of the mirror, noting that her face looked a lot less puffy now, although it was still quite flushed, hopefully from the heat of the shower. There was little she could do about the melancholy look in her eyes, but at least she looked better than she had before.

When she had finished with her hair she returned to the kitchen, glancing at the clock for the time. She still had plenty of time before she needed to start dinner. She pulled up a stool by the range, checking first on her dress and then sitting down and huddling close to the heat of the oven. She started combing her fingers through her damp tresses, trying to encourage them to dry as straight as possible.

As she sat she tried to think of ways to get herself back into Snape's good graces as quickly as possible, but with all the restrictions placed on her it was hard to think of anything she could do without breaking the rules and making him even more irritated.

She was pretty sure that trying to talk to him would not be well received, and there was nothing she could think of to do for him. Except in the bedroom of course… But her efforts hadn't seemed to be particularly well received that morning. She would just have to do everything he asked of her to the best of her abilities, and take any opportunity that presented itself. She'd do anything to take things back to the way they had been the previous night. Anything…
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