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Chapter Four – A Knight In Armani

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Hermione felt so very tired, she hurt everywhere and the tears continued to stream down her soft cheeks. Her sobs were drowned out by the hard and defined chest of the potion master, who was currently cradling her broken fragile frame in his arms, whisking her away to safety.

Who’d have thought it? That Severus Snape would be someone’s knight in shining armour, most of all hers? But he was a knight, only a knight clad in an expense dark Armani suit. He was her dark knight, who needed the shining armour if this was the result?

She had no idea where they were heading, but she trusted him with her life, hadn’t he just saved her? She had never felt more safe than she did in his arms, she’d never felt this safe even with Draco.

Draco.

Even the thought of him brought a new wave of indescribable emotions…Fear, shock, anger. The emotions led way to yet more tears, how was she still crying? The tears had yet to stop.

Hermione attempted to lift her head from the professors chest, her eyes were unfocused, she just knew that it was dark, so very dark, the dungeons most likely.

Her head lolled back towards the warmth that embraced her, her large ambers eyes caught a glimpse of the large stain of blood marring the expense crisp white shirt, the blood clinging to not only the shirt but seeping through to the professors porcelain white skin, such a stark contrast. She knew it was her blood… her dirty blood.

She was distinctly aware of a voice, the words were broken and far away but that voice was like liquid chocolate, velvety and smooth, it threaten to engulf her, and lure her into its caress, and she wanted it to. The words were suddenly crystal clear.

“Hold on Hermione, Please stay awake. You’re Safe now.”

She knew it was him, she would always know his voice the silky sombre tones of Severus Snape, the recognition filled her with security and strangely, happiness.

Her eye lids were heavy, she could just rest them for a moment, one moment couldn’t hurt, could it?

Snuggling closer to the professor and inhaling the intoxicating scent of him, her world went black.

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Severus was livid, deathly angry and most of all he was worried and melancholy as he rushed through the halls of Hogwarts carrying Hermione’s petite body.

His mind was whirling with thoughts, He had inadvertently cause Hermione to come to pain, if he hadn’t have kissed her then Malfoy would never have hurt her. This was his fault.

He had kissed her, a student. Granted he hadn’t known who she was, he had only seen her as ‘Rose’ the woman he felt a connection with, a connection that he had never felt with anyone before. He was more than aware how attracted her had begun to feel towards her, that is why he had kissed her, and she had kissed him back.

But his reaction to her true identity was not as it should have been, he was shocked yes, but there was no outrage, no disgust. It just simply was.

Hermione Granger was always going to grow up to be a beautiful intellectual woman, he had always known that, and true to form she was a stunning witch with an intellect to match. He’d have to be both blind and stupid not to know that. But she was his student, case closed.

This didn’t however stop the rest of the male student body noticing the developing swan that she was. The wizards who had once dismissed the buck toothed, frizzy haired witch were now fighting it out for the very same witches affections, of course they never got it, this gave Severus an undeniable amount of amusement to watch, if not a slight amount of apprehension

Instead out of all the possible wizards, Hermione chose Malfoy. The couple becoming Hogwarts very own Romeo and Juliet, only Romeo was nothing more than a monster in a perfectly eye pleasing packaging that was an 18 year old boy. Draco’s attentive and romantic approach to winning Hermione’s heart had everyone fooled into thinking and believing that he was the dashing prince charming, including himself and Hermione.

Hermione.

Even during his meeting with Albus she had consumed his thoughts. He could recall how perfectly her body fit with his, how it felt having her pulled against him. The reaction her lips caused when they met his. He frowned as he looked down at the crumpled frame he held in his arms. This was the opposite of what he had imagined given the opportunity to touch her again. He wanted to feel her body against his again, but under totally different circumstances.

Severus shook his head, his thoughts were inappropriate, she was a student under his care, it was his job to protect her, not lust after her.

So why couldn’t he go back to calling her Miss Granger? When had she become Hermione to him? And most of all why did it feel like her entire existence was attracting him like a magnet of the opposing poll.

It was absurd, she was 18, 20 years his junior, nothing would ever happen between them, simply because he wouldn’t let it, if there was anything Severus knew about himself it was that he had amazing control and self-restraint, he would never have survived being a spy if he didn’t.

And yet there was the interference of Albus in all this, the man never did anything without a reason; he hadn’t asked why he had arranged their ‘liaison’ he’d been too wrapped up in the unsettling feeling that overpowered him.

He looked back down at Hermione, as he rounded the corner to his personal rooms. He had been right. Something had been going wrong, so very wrong, and yet Albus hadn’t felt anything. Strange.

With a wave of his hand he unwarded and unlocked the complex set of wards that protected his rooms, the door opened automatically. With little effort he made his way through the elegantly decorated rooms, heading directly for his grand master bedroom.

With a great deal of care, Severus laid an unconscious Hermione gently in the centre of his four poster bed, before turning abruptly on the heel of his dragon hide boots and making his way to the blazing hearth.

Standing in front of the fireplace Severus took a handful of the sparkling powder that rested in a large silver bowl. With a flick of his wrist Severus threw the powder into the flames watching as the harsh blues, whites, yellows and reds faded into varying shades of green.

Kneeling before the flames Severus leaned forward, his head submerged by the green peculiar inferno.

His voice was as clear as ice cool water as he called for the person he trusted with his life, a lifeline:

“Poppy!”

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Poppy Pomfrey was sat in her office staring vacantly out at the empty hospital wing of Hogwarts; it was a rarity that the wing was as quiet as this and Poppy was lost in the eeriness of her department. Submerging herself back into the romance novel perched on her desk she sighed wistfully.

Poppy had barely read the first line of her chapter when she was startled by the panicked voice of Severus Snape. It had been a long time since Poppy had heard the potions master with an edge of urgency to his voice, but the familiar dread rose in her chest. She knew that Voldemort was long gone, but the emotional scars still remained, the physical scars were more than apparent on Severus. She had healed him as best as she could but they would always be a reminder. The boy was as close as Poppy had to family, she had her sister and her nieces and nephews, but they weren’t her own. She would never have her own. But Severus had been her answer, he was just as much as a lost soul now as he was when he was a student; she had taken him under her wing even then. The boy was like a son to her, and it killed her a little bit each time he returned broken and weak from the Dark Lords punishments.

“Poppy, please come quick I need you!” Severus called urgently the concern in his voice apparent to Poppy, she could read him like a book, but she’d had practice.

“Severus, are you okay?” she said standing from her chair and fetching a small carry case that was spelled to carry everything she could possibly need in an emergency.

“Please Poppy quick, its Hermione.” He called through the flames.

Poppy didn’t miss the use of the girl’s first name but was in too much of a rush to give it a second thought, in the blink of an eye she had stepped into the hearth and reappeared in Severus’ sitting room.

“Oh my Severus, are you okay?” Poppy said fussing over Severus as she took in his blood stained appearance.

“I’m fine Poppy, its Herm… Miss Granger’s blood” He forced out her name, “She’s in my room, I’m afraid she slipped unconscious on the way here.” He said remorsefully as he followed the aging witch towards his room.

Poppy stopped at the side of the bed, hovering over Hermione’s limp body.

“What happened to her, Severus? Who did this to her?!” the conviction and anger in Poppy’s voice startled him, but he understood it, the faculty loved Hermione.

“Malfoy, Draco Malfoy did this Poppy. As for what happened I’m afraid I do not know the details.” Severus frowned, his lips forming a wry line. “Will you be okay with her? I have to contact Albus and Minerva.” He said watching as Poppy drew her wand over Hermione, cataloguing any injuries. The witch didn’t reply only nodding her had as a way of answering his question.

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Albus and Minerva had appeared instantly after Severus had flooed them, the looks of concerns on each of their faces were identical to the one on the potions masters face.

Severus had walked them back through everything that had happened after the kiss, since they already seemed to know about that. He told them about Draco’s threat, his rough treatment of Hermione, the uneasy feeling he felt and how he found her. Divulging that the only thing he knew was that it was Draco who had caused her to be in this state. Thinking about it now Severus was intrigued to know how she got away, it wouldn’t have been easy, if Lucius had taught Draco anything that was for sure.

The three of them paced impatiently as they awaited the news of Hermione’s condition from Poppy, Severus knew she was in good hands, but it didn’t stop him worrying, his biggest concern was why no one had detected it. Dumbledore knew every occurrence on the castle grounds and yet when his omniscience was needed most it was absent.

“Albus, did you not feel anything, did you honestly not think anything was going to happen when they left?” Severus started; he stood still as he stared at the headmaster.

“I’m afraid not my boy. I would never allow any student to withstand that behaviour let alone Hermione.” Albus said the infamous twinkle noticeably absent from his blue eyes.

“But how? Why would I feel it? Why would I feel that something was wrong?! It doesn’t make sense Albus. Why me?!” Severus exclaimed exasperatedly.

Severus looked to Albus, he watched as he and Minerva exchanged looks and failed to understand the communication.

Albus looked to be choosing his words carefully.

“Severus, you have to understand that Hermione is a very powerful witch, you have seen her abilities but she is so much more powerful than that. She has compassion and love and as a result her magic is much stronger than we could dream. However she cannot unlock her full potential because she is missing something, something her soul craves.” Severus listened to Albus, though he wasn’t quite sure how this answered his question.

“You yourself are a powerful wizard Severus, you have an amazing ability and are widely respected, however you yourself are aware of something missing are you not? Like something should be there but you do not know what it is to make yourself complete?” Severus looked at the elderly wizard with disdain the man was talking in riddles again, and he hated it.

“What is your point Albus?” he said sighing.

Albus looked back at Minerva her warm brown eyes encouraging him to continue.

“Severus, Hermione’s magic is restrained by an imbalance in her soul, because of the missing fragment. The situation is the same in your case.” Albus said gently.

Severus snorted he found it highly unlikely that he had a soul.

“What Albus is trying to say Severus, is that we had suspected that Hermione was your missing fragment and therefore that you are her missing piece. In other words you two need each other.” Minerva said taking a sip of her tea.

“And that was the reason for the date, you seen Severus the kiss that took place between yourself and Hermione, is just the beginning.” Albus said softly, staring at the younger wizard.

“So that means what exactly?” Severus said, his brow furrowed in confusion, his slender fingers began working at his temples.

“You have to understand Severus this is a rare situation, however your kiss this afternoon will be a chain reaction in events. You will be drawn to each other through no accord of your own; you will need, breathe and protect each other, no matter what Severus. Over the coming weeks your need for each other will be unobtainable, you will feel the need to complete the process to fill the void. However the process has a dangerous outcome, when and if the process is completed you and Hermione will become one life force, if she dies, Severus so will you, and vice versa.”

The room was silent as the information was processed, “So the reason I had the feeling was because of my need to protect her?” Severus conferred. Albus nodded.

“It’s an innate warning system when your partner is in danger; it’s a protective mechanism, fascinating really.” Albus said.

“That still doesn’t explain why you didn’t know it was happening.” Severus said sighing deeply. The headmaster didn’t answer.

“So what happens now?” Severus said after taking a deep mouthful of firewhiskey.

“The decision is yours and Hermione’s. It is a decision you have to make together. You will be pulled together by the attraction of your souls, but it is possible to fight against the pull, if you so wish to. However if the process is unfulfilled you both will live with the continued emptiness you feel. If you complete another step of the process however, the pull will become stronger.” Severus nodded and took another drink.

It was then that Poppy entered the sitting room joining the trio of professors.

“How is she Poppy?” Minerva said standing from her chair to embrace the witch.

“Mild Concussion, lacerations to the forehead, severe bruising on her wrists, bite marks to her neck and breasts, general bruising on her body as well as slight bruising in intimate areas.” Poppy said sadly.

“Is she sleeping?” Albus asked, Poppy nodded.

“Shall I levitate her to the hospital wing? Or would you like me to place her in Gryffindor tower?” Poppy asked Albus.

“No, she will stay here” Severus replied cutting off Albus’ response; Severus noticed the infuriating twinkle reappear in his eyes.

“I was hoping you would say that.” Albus gave a soft smile, before turning serious.

“Now I do believe we have the matter of getting Mr Malfoy in for questioning, as well as contacting the Ministry.” Albus said with a sigh.

Severus felt his inside fire up in rage at the mention of Draco, but concealed it from the headmaster, willing his voice to remain calm, he spoke evenly.

“You contact the Ministry Albus, I do believe I shall go speak with Mr Malfoy and return him to your office.”

Albus approached Severus, his hand resting on his shoulders.

“Can you control your actions?” Albus asked.

Severus nodded, his answer seemingly to placate the staff as he watched them exit via the floo.

Poppy was the last to go, she approached Severus and embraced him like a mother would her son.

“Be careful Severus. I am only a floo away if Miss Granger needs anything; do not hesitate to contact me. I will check on her in the morning.”

Severus nodded “Thank you Poppy” with that the witch was gone.

As his rooms plunge back into silence, the need for retribution filled Severus with barely contained rage, a rage he had never felt before.

With a cat like predatory stance he stalked out of his rooms in search of a prey; a blonde ferret would do nicely.

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A/N: A big thank you to everyone who reviews it makes me smile like a Cheshire cat knowing you all like it. So what did you think of this chapter? Let me know.

Hnwitlock2000: I think he will protect what is his, he seems the type.

Moodysavage: I’m sorry you think Draco is awful, my characterisation of him is much different to the other stories I have written, and as much as I love him I need him to be the bad guy. I hope your still enjoying it though.

MadamDragon: I’m glad you enjoyed the drama, I think this relationship will have a few twists.

HarryGinny4eva: Your review made me smile, though I think it should be Hermione’s job to castrate Draco. Next chapter I intend to have a stand off between Sev and Draco and a sweet healing chapter.

AliceLynn581: Dramione is my fav ship, with Sev/ Hermione a very close second, I hope you like where this is going.

Sassy P: Awww I will try very hard to get some stuff up for you so you have something, though I hope she doesn’t keep you up too much.

Irisheather: Thank you so much for reviewing, you will find out next chapter how Hermione got away. I’m so glad you like it
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