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Hermione only woke up when the door slammed against her back, sending her flying. She looked up blearily at his stern countenance. Pulling a potion bottle out of his robes he bent over her and pulled her head back with a tug on her hair.

"You will drink this. Open your mouth"

Clamping her jaw shut Hermione shook her head as much as his fingers in her hair would allow her to.

"You have no choice in this, girl. Do it now or do it under the Imperius curse. I do not care which."

She obviously had no choice in the matter. Deciding that if he wanted her dead or to hurt her he could do it with or without the potion, and there was little point in resisting him. She opened her mouth slowly, and he gently poured the potion inside. It tasted of very little, and she didn't recognise the flavour at all. Snape watched her carefully as she swallowed and pulled her mouth back open to make sure it was gone. He stood up.

Hermione waited for the potions to take effect, but nothing seemed to happen. "What… what did you give me?" Hermione asked falteringly, knowing he didn't want to be questioned.

However Snape didn't answer her, but instead sneered, "You managed to get no work done, and you have now slept the day away. You will be ready in the morning as instructed." He spun round to leave, his robes flying out in the dramatic manner she'd always associated with him.

"But, please sir. How am I to know what time it is? Hermione begged, still prone on the floor.

Snape barely turned, but pointed his wand over his shoulder at the ceiling and muttered under his breath. "The room is now charmed and the light will come on in time for you to wake. Do not make me wait, or it will be the worse for you." He pulled the door shut firmly behind him, and as it slammed closed, the light turned off, leaving Hermione in the pitch black.

She swore under her breath, feeling her way to the bed. She climbed into it, pulling her dress off over her head and laying it over the top of her blanket, unwilling to sleep in the only piece of clothing she had. Unfortunately, after her long sleep and the nap she had just taken, she wasn't tired at all. Hermione lay in her hard bed for hours, quietly trying to come up with an escape plan, but beyond rushing out the door to the study and hoping the doors on the way out were unlocked and unguarded, she couldn't think of anything. The study door was sure to be warded anyway, and she couldn't get far without her wand, let alone hope to find Harry and Ron again. Harry and Ron. Hermione missed them terribly. Were they missing her? She frowned into the darkness. Why had Voldemort not been able to find what he was looking for in her mind? She was missing a large chunk of memories. There was nothing since apparating away from the Burrow during the wedding, and even before that there were gaps that her thoughts seemed to slide around. There was something the three of them were meant to be doing, she recalled, but there was no clue as to what that something was. Eventually, wearied by all her introspection, she drifted into a dreamless sleep.

The next afternoon found Hermione on her hands and knees, scrubbing the kitchen floor. She had been cleaning non-stop since after making Snape's breakfast, and had gained yet more appreciation for the house-elves that kept the castle in such good condition. Hang on… Dobby! Maybe he could help me get out. "Dobby!" she whispered. Nothing happened. "Dobby," she repeated, a little louder.

"He won't come," taunted a voice behind her. "The elves are all under orders to not enter my rooms for any reason. He won't come, not even for you. You can't escape that way I'm afraid."

Hermione jumped at hearing him, and coloured at how easily he had read her intentions. Snape smirked at her discomfort.

"Supper should be ready in an hour. I will be in my library," and with a flourish of his robes, he was gone.

"Bloody hell" grumbled Hermione. "I've not stopped all day." Looking at her dress she realised for the first time just how filthy she was. She was going to have to cook in this state, and there was no time for her to do more than wash her arms and hands. She pushed aside the bucket of tepid water, put down the cloth and stood up, wincing at the pain in her side. She'd have to finish the floor later and get started on the food now. It wasn't worth getting in trouble again, just over a late meal.

Turning on the tap and grabbing the soap she began to scrub, taking care to go gently across the new and tender bruises on her wrists and arms. God, I hate him, she thought as her fingers ran over the swollen flesh of a particularly bad one. I really need to get out of here, she thought for the hundredth time that day. I don't know how long I can stand this.

She finished washing herself, and went to the pantry and pulled out some food. She needed a tray for the meat and a pan to boil the potatoes in, so she crossed the kitchen to look for them in the cupboards. She found the pan, but only spotted a pile of trays on a high shelf after a few minutes of searching.

Hermione pulled a stool across and climbed up. Reaching up to grab the tray she overstretched, pulling her side even more, and knocking the whole pile of trays with her flailing hands as she sought for something solid to grab on to. The trays hit the floor with a resounding crash. She gripped on tight to the cupboard and held her breath as she waiting for Snape to come storming through the door. He never came, and she eventually climbed down from the stool.

Lifting her dress she peered down at her side. It was much worse than she had realised. A bruise the side of her palm rested just below the ribcage on her right side, red and throbbing. She touched it in wonder, unsure of how she had managed to work all day without noticing how bad it was. She had to think for a minute before she could recall exactly what had happened.

Writhing on the floor of the library under the Cruciatus curse, she had slammed her side into the corner of the desk. The bruises on her arms, wrists and knees were from hitting the floor repeatedly as she had convulsed in pain. The look in Snape's eyes as he loomed above her had been indecipherable as he pointed at his wand at her and given her several short bursts of the curse as he detailed her crimes. She wasn't sure how many she had taken before she had lost consciousness.

Later, she had woken up, still stretched out on the floorboards as he had sat, uncaring, in his chair with a book. His eyes had met hers as she rose shakily onto her feet, twitching from the small aftershocks that ran through her. He had only grimaced before telling her mercilessly to get on with making his breakfast.

After a few moments, Hermione sighed with relief. The burning ache was beginning to fade again to a dull throb. I guess it's probably looks worse than it really is. I'll just have to watch that I don't over-do it too much. She pulled the dress back down over her legs and went to pick up the trays and rinse them, the remembrance of the agony of the Cruciatus curse tearing through her body fading from her mind as quickly as the pain in her side was ebbing.

Less than an hour later, Hermione was knocking on the door to the library.

"Enter." She opened the door. "On my desk and be quick about it."

As she came in, Snape was lounging in an armchair by the cracking fire, concentrating on reading a book, the cover of which Hermione could not make out, except to note that it looked old. Snape stood up, setting the book down in the chair he had just vacated. Hermione walked over to the desk, placing the tray in front of the chair, but as she reached across to put it down, her bruise twinged sharply and she gasped.

"What did you do?" Snape took her firmly by the wrists, pulling her round to face him. Hermione looked up at him blankly, unwilling to show him any weakness. He shook her gently. "Tell me now!" She bit her lip, and tried not to squirm in discomfort. The ache in her side was getting worse, but she still didn't want to let him see. Snape looked down at her body, comprehension dawning in his eyes.

"Let me see." He reached down, but she wriggled out of his grasp and stepped away from him, holding her dress down against her legs firmly.

"Let me see." He said again. "Or I will vanish your dress and you will not get another one."

Hermione's hands fisted in the coarse fabric. She felt revolted by the thought of his eyes on her body, but yet again he had left her little choice. She unclenched her hands and turned her head to the side so she didn't have to watch him.

As she felt her dress lift she closed her eyes and a blush spread over her cheeks. There was a cold touch on her side and she breathed in sharply and looked down at him. She was surprised to see him on one knee in front of her. He was ignoring everything besides the bruise as he touched it again tenderly. High spots of colour flared brighter on her cheeks. She way as well be an injured piece of livestock, the way he was regarding her. She couldn't decide whether he was more relieved at him ignoring her exposed body, or hurt that he clearly didn't find her appealing. What is wrong with you? Do you really want him looking at you like that?

He pulled down her dress and stood up. "There is no lasting damage, there will be no excuse for shirking your duties tomorrow. Have you finished your tasks for today?"

"No, sir. I haven't quite finished the kitchen."

"That is not the correct way to address me."

She hung her head, "Yes, Master." The words tasted bitter in her mouth.

Snape nodded, not caring that she so obviously despised having to call him that. He pushed a potion that was sitting on his desk towards her. "Drink," he said.

Hermione eyed him warily, but again he seemed not to notice her. She reached for the potion and took a sniff. It seemed to be the same thing he had given her the night before. There had been no effect she could make out, so with a resigned shrug she downed it.

"Sir… Master, can I ask…?

"No you may not." Snape turned away from her, satisfied that she had drunk the potion. "You may return to the kitchen and finish. Make sure you eat quickly." He sat down at his table and started to eat himself. "You will not appear in such a dirty state again, your dress is filthy. You have one hour to finish your work, eat, and wash your dress before returning to your room." Hermione didn't move, waiting for a direct dismissal. Snape looked up from him plate. "Go," he snarled.

She moved out of the room quickly, and turned to pull the door close behind her. Just before it shut, she got a glimpse of Snape dropping his cutlery on his plate and resting his forehead in his hands. He looked old and weary, but Hermione felt no pity for him. He deserves none.

She ran first to her room to grab the blanket off her bed. She would have to hang her dress in the kitchen by the range overnight if it was to be dry by morning, and she wasn't about to go streaking down the hall. Returning to the kitchen she hurriedly finished off the few pots she hadn't already done, and washed the floor.

She then went to the bathroom and peeled off her dress, turning on the hot tap and used the soap to scrub her dress before rinsing the suds out and wringing it out as best she could. She washed her body down as best she could with her hands and dried herself with one of the thin black towels hanging on the rail. Knowing it would be her last chance before morning she went to the toilet and then ran back to the kitchen with her blanket wrapped around her, her time almost up.

Her dress was hung over the back of a chair and pushed close to the range. Eyeing the old clock which hung above it she saw that she had one minute left. Unsure whether she should go to her room or wait for Snape to collect her she finally decided on the former. As her door swung open she looked down the corridor to see him exit his library and stop at the sight of her. They stared at each other for a brief second before she walked through her door and shut it, leaning back against the door. A tingle of magic in her fingers told her the door was now locked, and the room went pitch black.

"Dammit!" She stamped her foot in irritation. "He could at least give me a few seconds to get into bed." She walked slowly across the room, feeling the way carefully with her feet. She didn't need another bruise on top of the ones she already had.

Finally finding the bed she settled down onto it and pulled the blanket from her shoulders to spread it out over her. At least she wasn't too cold tonight. She curled up and rolled over, glad to finally relax and sleep. As she drifted off, some part of her brain noticed that her bruise had stopped hurting again, but she was too far gone to care. Exhausted, she slept.
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