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Author's notes: Sorry for the long delay. This chappie was a toughie as they say. I hope you like the new chapter and since it is the longest yet trust that that will make up somewhat for the delay. – Enjoy -

Chapter Five – Revelation
“Master Snape said he will speak to you over breakfast” Dobby had promised her two hours ago. She had cleaned her face and hair in the prefects’ bathroom with Dobby’s enthusiastic help feeling another elf doing much the same with the rest of her.
Her mind wasn’t on getting clean or even about the sheer magical number of different taps she had surrounding her. She was thinking about the dream she had last night, just an innocent nice dream, nothing to be concerned about.
She had dreamed about being made love to for the first time ever in her life and it felt so good. Surely nothing bad could be linked to that, could it? She remembered the wet clammy feeling between her legs this morning and the soreness of the place when she touched it. What did it really mean? A … wet dream, that's what it was. After all why else would people call it wet?
There was a sponge trailing down her stomach, rubbing soap into her skin with little knobby fingers. Hermione tried to push it aside and cover herself, but the hands went right on sponging her plastering the soap between her spread fingertips and making her too slippery for her hands.
She didn't want to feel anything right now. What was the use of trying to hide her so called modesty when she had probably thrown it to the winds last night? Trying to ignore those invisible small hands she told herself that there was no proof whatsoever that anything happened last night and that surely someone as respectable and well-mannered as Mr. Malfoy would never lower himself into raping a helpless headless body in his custody.
That had a nice ring to it in her head until she remembered that last night was anything but a rape. She had acted like a common slut. A dirty street alley cat, spreading her legs to her Tom. That was funny. If only it was so. Crookshanks never acted that way towards her in all the years she had known him and she was stupid to think that it was him last night.
She would never have believed she could think it but she wished with all her heart that last night it was truly Crookshanks between her wide spread legs and not the hatefully aristocratic Mr. Malfoy. Taking a deep breath she tried to calm herself as Dobby started brushing her teeth and Kinky started working on her legs. She would just have to take it on faith that last night was only some sort of bizarre dream and nothing to worry about. For all she knew that was all it was despite circumstantial evidence.
Standing up blindly in her bath tab she climbed out of it and let Kinky start to towel her off with a fluffy towel from her feet up. Dobby started on the arduous task of combing her hair and she imagined her forthcoming conversation with Professor Snape where he will explain to her how with a simple reintegrating solution he will put her back in one piece and send her back to her adorably boring home.
She had never heard of such a potion, usually the ministry people just gathered all the pieces they found in a bag, threw in a little crystallizing powder and let the poor bloke out, but she was sure Professor Snape will come up with something. Maybe he didn't twinkle like Professor Dumbledore but he was her professor nonetheless.
Smiling to herself a little in relief at her inscrutable logic, Hermione let Dobby finish his combing and wondered where Professor Snape ate his meals during the summer. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain at the base of her neck as Kinky swiped the spot with her towel. Gasping in pain, Hermione pushed the house-elf away and touched the spot tentatively with her fingers.
She had a bruise throbbing hotly right at the base of her neck between it and her left shoulder. Suddenly she remembered her dream:
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Starting to relax back in the bed, her eyes still closed, she sensed the hands sliding up her legs and body, delicately cupping her small, peary breasts, the thumbs rubbing her darkening nipples to stiff salute. There was a hardness pressing warmly into her dripping bush rubbing up and down her slowly.
She was already throbbing and this new delight stoked her back to blazing conflagration. Suddenly it thrust inside her in one fell ram and she squeezed it painfully as it filled her to her core. The hands drew her attention upwards as they rubbed her nipples tauter and without a warning a searing kiss fell between her neck and shoulder.
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The kiss! It was real. It was all excruciatingly real. Why did she ask for a proof? If only she didn't seek it she could still live in that wonderful delusion of only a moment before. Of course it was all real. She would never have been able to come up with such a dream on her own even if she had lived to reach fucking Dumbledore's enormous age.
She was a whore. She was Mr. Malfoy's new toy and she had liked it. How could she have responded to his depraved touch? She had barely felt anything when Victor Krum kissed her in her fourth year, only warm and a little tipsy from all the drinks she had taken before daring to go outside with him.
Was she some kind of masochistic freak, wanting to be used by passing strangers she met in dim back-alleys? No, it was nothing that good, she was giving herself to a mass murderer, the man she saw leading his deatheater squad at the Quidditch world-cup to torture those poor helpless muggles just for the fun of it, the man who unleashed the monstrous basilisk in her second year. Her body had betrayed her. She tried to wipe her eyes but encountered only air.
Of course. She had left her body behind at the mercy of the Lucius Malfoy monster to do with it as he willed. She crumbled to the floor, tucking her knees to her chest with her hands encircling her tightly in a death grip. It was the perfect fetal position, she thought in an odd disconnected way, except that her head rested pristinely on the counter in front of the mirror staring blurrily at Dobby's ugly, beaming face.
Slowly Hermione returned to reality. She wouldn't give herself up. If her body betrayed her she will ignore it somehow and punish it later for its sins. Next time Lucius put his disgusting, immaculate hands on her she will be prepared and not surrender to his touches. If he wanted to take her he will have to rape her clean and clear.
Relaxing her death grip on herself and opening her eyes Hermione discovered that Kinky returned her body to the bed and Dobby was carrying her head towards the Headmaster's office on what appeared to be a silver platter.
Before she knew it she was resting on the headmaster's table surrounded by elegant dishes brimming with the excellent elfish food of Hogwarts. Looking down she could see her own silver platter was standing on a small dais and had red cabbage leaves and radishes surrounding her neck like some bloody salad to prevent her from falling on her side ignominiously.
"Well, well, I see you have finally decided to grace us with your pesky waking consciousness once again. Far be it from me to complain about the waste of my time and effort while you snooze your life away." Snape sneered down at her as he poured himself a steaming cup of tea. "Now tell me why you Apparated illegally to the Hogwarts gates in such a clumsy manner and what make you believe I should not turn you in to the ministry authorities?"
Hermione took a moment to process the cutting words he hid behind his mesmerizing voice than another longer one to gather her courage and decide what to tell him. "Well sir, I went to Diagon alley two days ago in the afternoon to send letters from the public owlery there, when suddenly I came over Mr. Lucius Malfoy and he stripped me of my wand and abducted me. He had me tied with some enchanted chain and when I tried to Apparate away after I saw there was no other escape route the chain wouldn't let me go all the way. So my body is still held prisoner in the Malfoy vaults."
"Very interesting Miss Granger, though I must say very vague and incomplete. After wasting countless hours reading the overflowing parchments filled with inconsequential details you littered my desk with over the years I find that very surprising indeed. So let us begin over again with your story. You went traipsing to Diagon alley how, when and with whom?"
Hermione cringed. Already he was making her out as a fool but there was nothing to it. If she wanted his help she will have to put out on display as many sordid details of the story as she could. "I went alone that day in the afternoon to Diagon alley from home while my parents were not at home via the floo network. I didn't leave any messages because I expected to return before evening.
"When I arrived I found myself in an abandoned shop selling dark paraphernalia of various sorts and I assumed I was in Knockturn alley. Before I had a chance to leave the shop Mr. Malfoy came in and managed to snag my wand away from me. He threw a Portkey at me masked in the shape of a wand and when I grabbed it I found myself chained and imprisoned in the Malfoy estate.
"I tried to find a way back but without my wand I wasn't sure what to do. The Portkey seemed to be disabled when I tried it. When Mr. Malfoy returned after a few hours I tried to Apparate but only managed to get my head away and you found me there at the Hogwarts gates in the morning." Was it enough? Surely he wouldn't notice the gaps? After all she learned to lie from the best: her two friends Harry and Ron. They never seemed frightened of lying to him in the face. Hermione crossed her fingers together waiting for what he will say.
"I see." His mouth twitched in what surely couldn't be amusement. "Very irresponsible of you to leave your home like that without notifying anybody in a time of war. Going all alone, to Knockturn alley of all places! Such an irresponsible and reckless girl does not deserve to be granted the privilege of becoming a Prefect in our school. I will speak to Albus when he returns about the revoking of your Prefect status in our school. Certainly your name must be erased permanently from the possible Headgirls' list." His eyes glinted in anticipation and his mouth bloomed into a fully grown smirk.
"But sir, it was an accident and I didn't hurt anybody. Please don't take my Prefect Badge away from me. It will never happen again. I'm sorry. Please, please I'm so sorry." Hermione wailed tears shining in her eyes at the prospect of her shameful upcoming humiliation. Will the Headmaster listen to Professor Snape or ignore him like usual and look the other way? Usually he only stepped forth when Harry was threatened. Will he care enough about her to intervene? Her parents will never live down the shame of her disgraceful dismissal. What could she do?
"Well at least one of the 'golden trio' shows repentance or at least fear.” He scowled. “We will have to see. Certainly if you will manage to keep your Prefect Badge Minerva will have no place to complain about Pansy keeping hers.
"So, you left your muggle home by floo you say, and managed to get the wrong address? Quite the fit of incompetence, after spending five whole years in the magical world, to fail in the simplest of magical transport system though I must say that your feeble attempt in self defense against Lucius does not surprise me at all. It just goes to prove why you can barely scrap a passing grade in practical tests of DADA even with the personal assistance of your so called professor two years ago. Perhaps you should depend on the mugglish means of transport you're used to from now on."
Snape smiled that cruel smile of his and Hermione had to bite her tongue to keep her demure deferential silence. He was as predicted cutting her to the bone like some crow picking scraps of meat off the bones but at least he didn't know what really went on after her capture.
“If you were imprisoned, as you say with no means of escape, why did you not alert the underage department in the ministry of your whereabouts by performing any number of simple spells? Surely that would have been much simpler and safer than trying to Apparate while shackled with no prior experience?” Snape purred at her. Suddenly a smile bloomed on his lips “You always were a show-off, performing the most difficult and complicated spells whenever you could, were you not?"
"That, would be illegal. I couldn't do that. They would have banned my magic, sir, and expelled me from Hogwarts!" Stammered Hermione, trying to forget the real reasons why she didn't do just that. They were good reasons now that she thought of them. "I know Apparating isn't considered ordinary magic and is not monitored by the underage magic department" Hermione rushed to say before he could say how ridiculous her explanations sounded.
Apparating was never something that could easily be categorized into other fields of magic. It could be cast wandlessly and wordlessly and was performed more on pure belief than will-power and so didn't register as magic performed by the caster. She had read in 'Apparatum cognito' that it was believed by many that to Apparate you had to convince the world that you did not belong in your current position but where you imagined you should be.
Many people could never learn how to do that, trying to force themselves to move along or lacking a vivid enough imagination to picture their destination in their minds. Going over her orderly information on the subject of Apparating Hermione convinced herself that she was indeed a powerful witch and just as important, didn't cross the law on the subject of underage magic. Perhaps she lacked a license in Apparating but the punishments for that were only a fine and a scold from the ministry.
Snape's eyes glittered at her as he appeared to follow the sophistry playing in her head. "And how were you treated during your imprisonment? Did you suffer any, physical harassments?" he whispered softly, supporting his chin on his crossed fingers as he leaned on the table to take a closer look at her, getting uncomfortably close to her as he always did in class, making her endure his silent breath against her face. "You must describe to me everything about your place of confinement and how you were treated there. So I could help you get your body back." He smirked widely, revealing those ugly yellow crooked teeth in undisguised anticipation, purring his last words in insincere concern.
"I," what should she say? She opened her mouth again and again but couldn't make her throat form any words. Should she outright lie and make up some story about a dingy dungeon? Maybe she should try and be a bit more cunning and say she was drugged unconscious and couldn't see anything, waking up in total darkness? How will professor Snape be able to help her get her body back if he didn't know where it was? He was starting to look irritable and impatient, it was now or never.
"I was held in a room above-ground in the custody of a female house-elf of the name, Kinky" she swallowed on the last word in shame.
"What was that Miss Granger?"
"Kinky." she shouted hatefully. "She chained me to a bed and stole all my clothes in a room fit for a whore. You satisfied now? You want to gloat some more about me?" She was crying now, past shame, wishing she was never even born, wanting just to be forgotten and swept discretely under the carpet.
After a long moment of silence she noticed through her tears that Snape had leaned back in his chair and all traces of amusement were gone from his face. Instead he seemed to be considering her on some private scales in his mind and not satisfied with the results. Did he find her repulsive now? It was always so hard to see beyond his hate and sarcasm but that must be the case.
"Miss Granger, I am not gloating over your condition and you should not consider yourself a whore merely for the reason that you were treated as such. I must tell you however that your testimony against Lucius Malfoy will not be sufficient to get him back to Azkaban or even cause him much inconvenience.
"Lucius was released a hero only three days ago by the Wizengamot and with the personal blessing of the minister of magic himself." here his lip curled contemptuously "It appears that Lucius was working late in his office on the night of attack at the Department of Mysteries, and on preparing to leave heard odd noises from the basements. Concerned by the fear of thieves attempting to steal valuable ministry documents he went down to investigate the matter where he was confronted by a group of slathering deatheaters led by none other than Belatrix Lestrange. Trying to run away and summon help, he was overtaken by the deadly group and cursed with Imperio by them all. The poor helpless man could do nothing but follow meekly behind as the villains attacked the poor children that strayed into their path.
"Fortunately his concerned wife flooed the Minister to ask him of his whereabouts and when the Minister returned to the Ministry of Magic to investigate the matter personally he was able to save the poor man from the clutches of the deranged deatheaters before they managed escaped.
"As countless witnesses told the Wizengamot Lucius Malfoy is an exemplary member of our community, one who gives his money in aid of the Hogwarts School for witchcraft and wizardry and the St. Mungo hospital for the sick and weary. Such a man could not possibly be a Deatheater like the murderous Belatrix and was simply at the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Indeed if it wasn't for him no one would have known that You-Know-Who is back again and we would have been unprepared for his attacks."
As Snape finally concluded his exaggerated speech in pompous tones that could clearly be recognized as those belonging to the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge Hermione felt she was chocking for air. Could the Wizengamot possibly be so stupid? Would they release that man again for the ridiculous claim that he was under an Imperius curse? Will they ignore all he did, just like that? Did they really care more for his money than for her life?
She could dimly hear from a distance as Professor Snape went on "I don't believe that the Wizengamot would take your testimony very seriously since you claim to have met Lucius in a crooked locale with no other witnesses to confirm your story. Your presence at such a place will cast serious doubts on your credentials. Surely, they will claim, you could not possibly see his face clearly in the dim lighting of such a place, supposedly you were quite nervous and frightened at where you found yourself and couldn't think clearly. Furthermore, your known enmity towards his only son, Draco Malfoy will cast doubts on your objectivity.
"The false wand 'weapon' he used on you has a striking resemblance to one of the useless toys that those Weasley twins make and your description of it may send them to Azkaban as culprits in the crime. If you wish to escape you will have to reach an agreement with Mr. Malfoy and make it worth his while to release you. Fortunately for you as your teacher and current headmaster of this school you can rest assured that I will endeavor to ensure your continued health and safety in the crisis you managed to get yourself into." he smirked at her once again as he eyed her up and down what little there was to see of her.
Hermione felt her stomach clench at this onslaught of blows he rained on her and tried to find her balance in anger. She was too exhausted to think about respect due to professors or amiable relationships with self-proclaimed allies. "If you are so concerned for my health and safety why did you leave me last night in your shopping basket like some forgotten potion ingredient in your ingredient cupboard? Are you going to put me in one of your jars next to decorate your office?"
The man had a can of worms in place of a heart. Claiming to want to help her to her face after all he did to her. She almost wished she was back in the Malfoy suite enjoying a lie-in on her sumptuous bed instead of in the company of this hateful man. At least Malfoy was honest about his hate and contempt towards her. She blinked her eyes to clear the weak, pathetic tears that filled her eyes once more. She would not cry in front of Professor Snape. She wouldn't. Oh, please don't let her cry.
"You fell asleep on the way back to the castle and I had an important party to attend that evening. I told that house elf Dobby that you were so fond of, to take care of you in the meantime until I could speak to you this morning. All this excessive hysteria is misplaced and Gryffindor will start with ten less points this year for your impertinence."
Hermione felt a cold chill creep up her nape. "A party? What kind of party?"
"Why, the party held in the Malfoy manor in honor of his release and the dismissal of the charges held against him." He eyed her leisurely apparently relishing the pain and fear shining in her eyes. "Lucius and I had a little chat before I returned to Hogwarts. Why, the rest of the party was a utter bore, with Narcissa regaling the guests with stories of her good brave husband and Fudge dropping hints about how he got things in hand and not to worry about You-Know-Who. Fortunately Lucius and I had a very entertaining and fascinating little chat before I left so the evening was not a total waste."
Hermione went deathly white. Had Malfoy bragged about how he used her last night? No, that couldn't be true; Malfoy must have done that after the party. Did he tell Professor Snape how she looked in that sheer nighty he put her in? Joked about what a stupid bint she was to drop her wand to catch a fake one? She couldn't think. "What did he say?" she whispered softly feeling the utter shame of her situation return to her in force.
"Oh, he asked me if I found something he lost yesterday, and what would I do with it if I found it. I told him that I found an unpruned little bush by the school gates that morning and decided to add it to my specimen collection. Yes, we talked the night away and I believe you should be pleased with the results."
So he knew all along and let her hang here and confess it all to him like some entertainment show on her parents' TV set. The utter bastard. "What were the results?" she asked in a trembling voice. If she expected nothing from him, surely, she thought to herself, she would not be very disappointed with what she got.
"You may not be aware of this, Miss Granger, but Lucius has always been a bit keen on gambling, and I am not too averse to the concept myself not to take advantage of it. We agreed to make a bet out of you with the winner getting your body to do with as he wills. Since you are not expected at school for a month we made the game a round lunar month long starting from last night and agreed that no permanent physical damage will be made on you and that no magic whatsoever be performed on any part of you during that time.
"At the end of that time you will be free to choose who you want to entrust your life with: Lucius Malfoy or me. If you choose Lucius I will return your head to him and you will be his for as long as he chooses. If you choose me on the other hand, you may return to your former life as if nothing happened before.
"I told him you were practically a Ravenclaw and will follow where ever your head might lead you, but he claimed that you would be putty in his hands and follow his wishes like a charm.
"Of course if you choose me and want to return to your role as a student here you will have to procure for me three hundred galleons to buy your wand back at the black market but I'm sure that won't be a problem. So that is the deal."
Hermione stared at him disbelievingly "You want me to thank you for giving away my body for a month to that man to use as he wills? You want me to be grateful that you decided to get money out of my misery and than have the gall to steal a sack-full more from me personally just to perform what is your duty towards me? You've got some nerves." She was hyperventilating. This was preposterous, a mockery of his role as mentor and protector he was supposed to fulfill. Making bets on her life and safety, joking with his friend Lucius about her fate over a glass of wine. She wanted to claw that sneering face of his to pieces like the lioness she was supposed to be.
"Ungrateful chit" Snape spat at her. "You think you can have your life back on a silver platter just like that, do you? Well let me tell you something. I ensured your continued life and eventual freedom last night, something you would never have gotten on your own with your pathetic puny efforts. I prevented you from being passed around at low rank deatheaters' revels until they got tired of torturing you and gave you as dog-meat to the dementors. You think I owe you the trouble and money of obtaining your personal wand back after you so carelessly threw it down at Knockturn alley? You will scrape together those three hundred galleons somehow or you can go back to Ollivander and try and find a replacement for it. You should be grateful for having a wand with a unicorn hair core or you would have had to find five hundred or even a thousand galleons to get it back. Gall, you say. If you had any sense in that empty head of yours you would have been down on your knees kissing my boots in thanks, if you had any knees that is to support that overgrown head of yours." He sneered contemptuously down at her. "Now what do you have to say?"
Hermione looked down at the sconce dish in front of her. Was he right? Should she apologize and thank him for his efforts? Where did he expect her to obtain such a humongous sum within a month to pay back for her lost wand? Could she loan money from Harry? At least he managed to distract her from the fate that awaited her at Malfoy's hands. Oh gods, why did she have to think about that?
"Why would Mr. Malfoy make such a bet, Professor Snape? Surely he doesn't expect me to want him to rape and use me for the rest of my life?" Hermione tried to distract herself from her inner musings and understand what was really happening here. She felt like she was missing vital pieces of the puzzle and couldn't make sense of what Professor Snape just told her.
"Lucius is hoping to prove that he can bend you to his will and make it your life desire to please him in whatever way you can. He will try and drown your will and independence in lowly desires and prove to me that the body is stronger than the mind."
Hermione' eyes widened in discovery and relief "You mean he's using the Imperius curse on me? That he made me want hi…" she bit her tongue before any more could spill out. She definitely did not want to talk about what went on last night.
Snape sneered at her "Did you learn nothing about the Unforgivables in your Defense-Against-the-Dark-Arts lessons you ignorant child? All the Unforgivables are cast on the head, preferably through the eyes to have any effect on the cursed person. You cannot possibly suffer from an Unforgivable curse by Malfoy when your head is miles away from his wand. That is why he wanted no spells cast on you during this little competition, as he feared I will subdue you to my will with my wand. Whatever you experience is perfectly natural, no magic added. As I'm sure you know," Here he paused and eyed her skeptically "On second thought, you probably have not realized it yet but the ability to cast Unforgivables reflect the character and ability of the caster, much like the shape of his animagus form or the identity of his Patronus. Lucius' unparalleled talent in the Imperius curse casting should tell you how talented he is in the bestowing of pleasures on others, for example sexual pleasures." He purred softly at her, making her uncomfortably warm. "Lucius believes that even without a wand he can submerge your personality and willpower in his own.
"Now enough of this idle chit-chat." He withdrew a small half filled vial from his pocket and held it to her. "This is a contraceptive potion effective for one month. Drink it up or you will have to undergo a Abortifetus curse at the end of this month. What will it be?"
She opened her mouth and swallowed the vile potion. She certainly did not want to get pregnant before she even finished school and didn't care to learn more about this Abortifetus curse. She tried not to think of the implied surrender to her situation in drinking the potion and wondered how good Professor Snape was in casting the Unforgivables.
Imperio was obviously a curse to submerge the will through the giving of ecstasy as she remembered from her lessons with the false Professor Moody, and Cruciatus curse was probably meant to submerge the will through the giving of pain or just plainly give pain, but what about the Avada Kedavra curse?
Sudden realization dawned on her: the terror in the victims' eyes. The curse must give the victim such fear and terror of going on living in the same world in which the caster lived that they preferred to give up and just die. Did other people know this was how the Unforgivables worked or was this confidential information?
Eyeing her Professor uncertainly she promised herself that she will not give herself to the Malfoy ministrations and show them all that Hermione Jane Granger was not to be trifled with. Trying to squash the small inner voice that whispered that it wouldn’t be so bad to give herself to Lucius Malfoy and that last night felt really good, she wondered if being cursed with the Imperio felt different with different casters at the wand. She could already see a superciliously smiling Lucius aiming his wand between her legs and drawling "Imperio Mudblood." in her mind. What was wrong with her? She had to get a grip on herself or she was already lost.
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Author's notes: for those who are interested in the intricacies of the art of Apparating as detailed in 'Apparatum cognito': "…as I learned from the masters in my travels to the Far East, to truly fulfill your destiny and be a Superior Man, you must first become one with the world by meditating lengthily without respite until at last you have reached nirvana. Then you can leave your wand behind you and call on the magicks of the world to answer to you. Indeed I have tried many years to do just that and wandlessly summon my bowl and spoon before I could eat my breakfast. Trying without respite I mused … at last one day after sixteen years of struggle and meditation I tried once more to summon the bowl and the spoon, but behold, the bowl and the spoon did not come to me but instead with a loud crack and gut-clenching whirl I was summoned to the bowl and spoon. I ate heartily of the … thus as they say 'The Superior Man doth not order his subjects to come at his bidding but instead cometh in peace and tranquility to them'. This revelation told me that indeed I was on the right path and called this new meditative trekking Apparatum cognito…"
1) Teran – I hope you like this chapter, late though it may be. I hope that from now on the story will be a more smooth sailing and hope you will like the rest.
2) Mariteri – When you say weird I cross my fingers that you mean it in a good way. I tried to make this story unique and not repeat the constant themes that fill ficdomhood. If you weren't sure where I wanted to go with this story I hope this chapter will clear a few issues.
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