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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 "Glad to hear you are well after the accident. " - thank you :*, "This could be fun or a big setback for Hermione if they are really mean and dismissive to her. " - you are absolutely right. Well, I hope you'll like this chapter :)
To avoid further confusion:
Italic - Past, memories
‘Single quotation mark’ - inner monologue, thoughts
“double quotation mark” - actual speech
“Will you, hens, stop quaking and remove yourselves from my sight?” he growled at three females that wouldn’t stop talking at the same time.
“Severus Snape! Your manners leave much to be desired, and I know that you know better than that.” Narcissa turned to him
It was around noon when Narcissa marched in the room with the seamstress. She demanded that his new position requires modification of Hermione’s dress robes. Hermione argued and finally gave in but refused to leave the room. Three hours later, they were still in the room. And, they were still arguing. He wasn’t sure if Hermione thought that Narcissa would tone down if he was present. If that was her tactics, she was sorely mistaken. Entire charade turned into a headache – his headache.
He couldn’t escape the sight of transforming modest dress robes into one of Narcissa’s elaborate ideas. The end result was… distractingly disturbing and pleasant for the eye. Or it would be if Hermione didn’t sport a frown to match his own. The dress of choice was in the colour of autumn leaves, shimmering from soft copper and brown to bright red with moss green, discreet, applications. The high neck was a new addition, that went well with the low waistline. Of course, those were dress robes so they didn’t resemble Muggle dress, but this came quite close. Narcissa forced her idea of narrowing the upper part of the robe, leaving it to fall free only from the hips down. Visually, this cut fitted the girl perfectly, making her look taller and more elegant that she was. The upper part wasn’t too tight against the body and soft wrinkles emphasised her figure.
When they finally managed to fix the dress robe seamstress escaped. Unfortunately – he couldn’t. So he had to suffer through another round of arguing and hissing. Narcissa yet again forced her will, subduing the girl's mane into an elegant and elaborate bun. The effect in the combination with the dress robes was stunning. He diverted his eyes to the window, willing them to stay focused on the snowing sky. Granger was a menace and he had to get rid of her. Thinking that she looks stunning was counterproductive to that.
‘Narcissa managed to make me look good when I let her. She can make a mop to look good when she puts her mind to it.’
“Severus! What do you say?”
“I compliment your skill Cissa. You managed to force Miss Granger into almost ladylike fashion.” He replied, hoping that damper would get him off the hock
“Nonsense Severus! She is breathtaking and you know it. Now if she can change her look for the sake of keeping your appearances the least you can do…”
“I doubt I’d look good in female dress robes, Cissa.”
“…The less you can do is to acknowledge it.” Finished Narcissa ignoring his quip
He growled, glaring daggers at Narcissa. If it was Lucius he would swear this is another of his stings, but with Narcissa, he couldn’t be sure. The woman always placed too much care on public image.
‘Well, let’s get it over with.’ “You look lovely Miss Granger.”
The girl blushed, even if the scoff stayed on her face. She rolled her eyes and frowned
“Hermione, we have to practise professor.”
At least he wasn’t the only one unhappy with the entire plight. He doubted that Narcissa knew how much she damaged the entire situation by forcing her will. The true test for the girl would be facing people, annoying her was a wrong move. Unfortunately, no one asked him.
“There is, however, the matter of my appearance.” He added feigning indifference. He detested the fact that he was bare-chested. When they started with exercises on the floor Poppy granted him the luxury of wearing pyjama bottoms. But due to his slow-healing wound Poppy banned all upper body clothing.
“Oh, Poppy brought you a hospital dress. It ties in the back and won’t damage the wound. I took the liberty of transforming it from white to black.” Cried Hermione
The door open and Draco strolled in
“Granger, you look almost human.” He made the face towards the girl and she glared at him sticking her tongue out in reply, Narcissa hissed at both of them
‘Oh jolly, and I am stuck with that today.’ He grumbled inwardly
“Miss Granger that was abysmally un-lady-like.”
“My apologies, Mrs Malfoy.”
“Draco Malfoy, I raised you better than that! If that is how you are going to address all the ladies tonight, I’ll to have to confine you to your room.”
“Sorry, mother. I came to tell you that father is yelling at his dresser again, you might want to go there before he blasts it… again.”
“Sweet Salazar!” Narcissa sighed and pulled Draco “Come along dear, we can't let you into the crowds looking like this.”
“What is wrong with how I look?” Draco complained. The door shut closed behind two of them, leaving him and extremely edgy Granger alone.
In the next two hours, Hermione managed to put him in the damned piece of clothing Poppy left. He had to listen to yet another row when she called Misty to help her shave him. Misty managed to set her on edge even further claiming that Hermione would cut his throat if she uses the razor. Hermione threatened that she might dress up Misty by ‘accident’.
By the time clock chimed six he wondered if Hermione would hex the next person that comes through the door. His own mood was grim, and if she was into hexing, he would support her.
When the first knock came they both groaned. She looked at him and he sighed
“Let’s put this behind us… Hermione. Remember your lessons.”
The first visitor was Kingsley. He noticed that Hermione’s shoulders slacked at the sight of a familiar face. He wished he could say that he was glad too to see the Minister.
“Severus, I am so glad to see you!” smiled Kingsley
“Are you?”
“Of course! I brought you the papers and your placket. The Award giving ceremony will wait for an anniversary, of course. Let us deal with the formalities first your Lordship.”
For the next fifteen minutes or so he had to choose his new last name and arrange everything else. That did not improve his mood. On the periphery of his sight, the glimmer of golden red distracted him more than once. That dampened his mood further. Silently, he cursed Narcissa’s stubbornness.
“Well, I won’t hold you up any longer, Severus.” Kingsley finally stood up “We increased the security today. You will have two Aurors in front your door.” Kingsley turned to the girl “You look lovely Miss Granger. Will you honour us with your presence downstairs tonight?”
“Thank you, Mr Minister. I am afraid that my place is next to Severus tonight.”
‘Well, well… who would have thought that she can still be polite? Maybe the impending disaster will bypass us tonight.’
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
As the evening progressed she was getting more and more restless, fighting the urge to pull out her wand. Panic rose with every knock at the door. The fact that she felt clumsy and elegant like an elephant in a glass store didn’t help. The effortless elegance of Narcissa and Greengrass girls prompted her to feel like an impostor.
Luckily, Severus was right, and even if many of the visitors glared at her, which set her teeth on the edge, no one was openly rude. They didn’t even complain when she removed them from the room based on a lack of protocol.
She cast a tempus charm, two more hours. Hermione wasn’t sure if she could pretend that long? Almost entire sixth and seventh year of Slytherin’s paraded through the room. Minerva, Sprout and Flitwick came together. Many members of the Wizengamot came to visit, but also some of the faces she was sure should be in Azkaban.
The man who tried to get more than one syllable answers from Severus was one of those. He tossed one sideway glare at her and she quietly slid the wand in her hand, hiding it behind the folds of her dress robes.
“You have a lovely secretary, your Lordship.” Man said and the hair on her neck stand straight
“Do I? I didn’t notice. She is proficient at what she does.” Her eyes flickered from the visitor to Snape and back. Snape sounded indifferent, but by now she knew him enough to recognise the note of bitterness in his undertones
“It seems that we needn't win the war after all… Mudblood’s fall in line on their own.”
“It seems to me that you are forgetting on what side of the war I was.”
“You were always slippery bastard Snape, I have no doubts that you had a backup plan. You did make yourself a sweet deal this time. Title of the Lord and the Order of Merlin.”
Gripping her wand she stepped from her corner, shivering
“Excuse me, Sir, I have to ask you to leave the room. You addressed Lord Prince in an unacceptable manner.” She hoped that her voice was polite but stern. This man’s looks reminded her of the final battle little too much.
“And who’s going to force me out, Mudblood? You? Well, maybe you could… persuade me? Perform some of the duties…” the man paced to her, she registered Snape’s sharp, threatening hiss
“Borodin…”
But before she was aware of what is going on, she had her wand pressed at the man’s throat, jabbed against his Adam's apple. The hum in her head muffled the sounds. Man stopped and glanced at Snape
“You still need to train her properly.”
“She has her instructions, Borodin, and she is following them to the letter” she could hear the ice in Snape’s voice “Kindly remove yourself from my room.”
“You never were good at sharing your toys, Snape.” The man clicked his tongue “Shame, such…”
She pressed her wand more, advancing, forcing the man towards the door. She could hear them talking but her actions were out of her control.
“I will remember this, Snape”
“It would do you well to remember what I’m capable off, Borodin.” The threat was clear in Snape’s voice. The man made the move towards Severus. She reacted, casting a silent Petrificus, the man fell down with a loud thud
“A little help here!” she called, she could hear Snape calling her name, but it sounded like he is so very far away.
Aurors burst in the room and one of them took the man...Borodin, from the floor. She could hear the other Auror talking to Snape but the words had no meaning. Blood rushing in her ears muffled them. She could tell that she was gliding towards the floor. Someone caught her before she could hit the ground.
After that, all hell break loose. The magic flared in the air. They placed her on the edge of the Snape’s bed. Someone was talking. Magic flared again, pressuring the room. The door flung open and the Auror, the one that was helping her flew through the air and slammed hard into the hallway wall. The loud sound of alarms snapped her to reality. Everything that was happening came rushing back in front of her eyes. She bit her lip to prevent a cry and grabbed his hand, crushing his fingers with the tightness of her grip. She didn’t care it was him. She needed to feel safe, and he had that power, even in his weakened state.
“Pull yourself together, Hermione. We have another hour and a half to endure.” His voice was strict
“I… I can’t do it anymore.”
“Yes you can, and you will. Now, release my hand and…”
She shook her head, tightening the grip to the point it made him wince
“In a few seconds, half of the Aurors, Potter and Lucius will barge in the room. Do you want them to see you holding my hand?” he raised an eyebrow at her and she released his hand instantly.
“What happened?” she whispered and he sighed. Behind her, the door slammed open.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Severus sighed. Maybe he should have persuaded Misty to let her shave him... with a little luck she would slit his throat and he wouldn’t have to go through all this. At least ten Aurors, Potter, Narcissa, Lucius, Kingsley and Minerva barged in the room.
“What is going on Snape?” boomed Kingsley “Why is one of my Aurors unconscious?”
‘Here we go.’ “He was impolite towards me and my secretary.” He replied dosing his voice with annoyed impatience
“Impolite?” the question came from few different directions and he stifled the growl
“Yes, impolite.” He drawled “Do anyone have a problem with that?”
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