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Forbidden Rapture	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 49897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Author's Notes:
Hello dear readers.
A chapter for everyone.
It's stormy in my country right now and a very long weekend has been bestowed upon us.
Have not worked since Sunday. Stayed on my fluffy bed reading sshg and dramione fics.
How is everyone doing?
Trying to get back up and put my head back in the game of life. Right now, still trying very hard and still no progress.
Hope everyone is doing way better at their end of the world.
Lots of love
xx

Chapter Fifty Five
Darker Secrets

The rain was spattering hard against the roof and windows of the cottage.
Snape heavily sighed and turned about over the bed.
He grabbed his wand from under his side of the bed and pointed it towards the hearth of the fireplace in their bedroom.
Slow and warm fire ignited.
Hermione moaned in her sleep and turned and scooted closer to him under the sheets.
He lowered his wand and placed it back to its place and slowly turned to back to the bed.
Hermione’s bare back was turned to him and she lay over her side, fast asleep and obviously exhausted from the day that they had.
He had been out for a few hours early that day and he came home to see the whole cottage cleaned to its corners.
She had obviously been bored again and had decided to do one of her ‘general cleaning’ after a night of another fight with him the previous day.
Ofcourse, that had been quickly forgotten the moment he got home with a package of her favourite dish, a bag of new books and a lot of the sweet words and kisses from him.
He knew that these gestures wouldn’t last for long.
He was getting tired of it – what more of her?
Six years into their hiding.
Six years.
There were two more years for the two of them to be together in the cottage.
Despite the changes and the decisions that had to be made, they had lived according to his terms and plans and Hermione, who had no choice with the situation succumb to his will but not in a peaceful way.
Despite the years that has passed, they still had the constant argument, the consistent fights over the same things and her feisty attitude to raise things and questions that had always been in her and for which he had tried to kill and suppress all these years.
She may have been docile, but the Gryffindor in her was still in there – waiting for an opportune time to be unleashed and escape his clutches.
But she couldn’t escape.
He wouldn’t let it.
It would be detrimental and dangerous not only for her but for her loved ones.
He had spent years trying to protect her and trying to protect the rest of her loved ones.
What she thought were ‘secret missions and secrets jobs’ he does were not at all everything she thought them to be.
The earlier years were his tasks for the Dark Lord and the things he had to do to prove and retain his position in his circle.
But after the defeat of the Dark Lord, his main task was to ensure that she is kept safe and away from Harry Potter and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix and her loved ones.
He kept a close eye to Harry, their friends and whoever else were significant for him to know about.
Through the years, he tried to keep a close watch over them.
He knew that the two boys had become Aurors in their own merits, he had learned about the changes done at Hogwarts and at the Wizarding World; he was well aware of the hunted Death Eaters that escaped the battle and was even well aware of Draco Malfoy’s whereabouts.
His godson.
His godson and the only child of his dearest friend, Narcissa Malfoy.
He had fled and left the country in order to gain new life.
Despite that he wasn’t well or fully aware of every bit of step that Draco took, he knew that he had left the country after finishing his final year at Hogwarts to pursue a career offer away from the country.
He was well aware of the careers that Potter took and the reason behind it.
The boy was still restless and was more than determined to gather and imprison all the Death Eaters left out into the world.
Was still very determined to find his beloved Hermione Granger.
Did he have a conscience in returning her?
Ofcourse there were nights he did want to return her especially when her cries became the death of him.
But they both know that he couldn’t, not yet anyway.
But the relationship that had grown between the two of them had completely changed and complicated things further.
At the back of his mind, he still had to return her after seven years – but somewhere deep down of him, he wasn’t sure if he could do so or if she was even going to decide to return to them after everything.
Would she still be willing to abandon him after everything they’ve been through?
Did he still not have a place in her heart?
Was Harry Potter still the one person in her mind and in her heart?
Was she really still doing all of these because of her will to survive and do whatever it takes to do so?
“Why are you awake?”
Snape looked up and saw Hermione stir over the bed and face him.
Her eyes were trying to open but she was too tired and too sleepy to pull herself to fully wake up.
“I had to warm the room.” Snape murmured moving closer to her under the sheets.
“Are you cold?” she murmured scooting closer to him.
“Not very.” Snape said planting a gentle kiss over her shoulder. “Are you?”
Hermione murmured something with a small nod and let him rest his head at the space between her jawline and her shoulders.
He planted a few more kisses around her neck.
She moaned again and moved to the other side and faced away from him.
“Go back to sleep.” Hermione sleepily muttered letting him kiss her.
She didn’t protest as she used to but she was too tired to return his attempts for the night.
The years had passed and her grown interest towards him had also helped the growth of his disinterest in the outside world.
His visits on places where he was likely to get news of Harry and the others became counted, limited and what could be called as close to nothing.
He had fully focused on the two of them and the life they were living at the point that he was forgetting that these were all about to end in about a year or so as the mission was to come to an end.
And without having the need to travel far to visit Narcissa, Snape had lived a life with Hermione – a life he didn’t expect to ever endure and have.
“I could barely sleep.” Snape murmured under her neck.
His hand slowly moved under the sheets, trying to entice her by creating soft and gentle circles along her body.
Hermione moaned again but this time, due to the sensation that he was giving her.
“Severus, I’m really tired.” Hermione said trying to reach for his hand under the sheets to stop him from moving them.
Snape evaded her hand easily and he had come to reach the southern area of her and reached for her mound.
Hermione’s eyes opened and she turned to him.
A look of displease and contempt was found over her face.
Snape stopped moving his hands.
“Please?” Hermione said quietly looking up at him with a determined expression. “I’m just really tired, I can’t do this.”
Snape stared at her and wondered if there were truth in her words.
There had been times for which she used that excuse against him.
There were times he let her be and times for which he admittedly, had forced himself to coercing her into another sexual activity she could not avoid or deny him of.
“Hermione, I just- “
“Please?” Hermione asked again.
She moved closer to him and reached up to him.
Snape closed his eyes as her mouth closed in around his.
He breathed and sighed as she kissed him warmly and deeply.
Their kisses were always warm, deep and something that brought him deep comfort.
Her lips were soft and had always been welcoming of him and his advances.
Hermione broke the kiss and looked up at him.
There were the spark of plea and wonder in her eyes.
Snape sighed heavily and moved forward to kiss her forehead.
“Go back to sleep.” Snape said moving an inch away from her and pulling the sheets closer and securely around her.
“Thank you.” Hermione mouthed sleepily as she turned away from him and let him secure the blanket around her.
Snape lay on his back again and stared up at the blank ceiling overhead.
In a few moments, he felt Hermione’s breathing pattern change that signified that she had fallen back into her deep sleep.
He wanted her tonight as with any other night or moment that he was that close to her.
But she didn’t want him tonight.
There were still nights for which she didn’t want him.
He wondered if that was something that would never change between the two of them.
He had about a year to have her and he knew that perhaps, seven years weren’t enough to make her forget of her first love.
Seven years weren’t ever going to be enough to make her forget of the life she’s lived.
Seven years were never going to be enough to make her really fall in love with him when he had fallen in love with her in a span of time that he wasn’t even aware of.
Snape turned to his side of the bed and sighed heavily.
He turned his back on her and closed his eyes as he forced himself to sleep instead.
All he could hear was the continuous loud spatter of the rain against their cottage.
As the rain was too loud and as he was too occupied forcing himself to sleep he had no qualms nor had any idea that Hermione was actually still awake next to him.
She had her back against him and her eyes slightly open as she stared at the burning hearth.
Quiet and hot tears tears streaming down her cheeks that were half hidden beneath the blanket Snape had secured over her.
The years had passed and their relationship had indeed change but even the passing of time couldn’t possibly change her completely or rather change her heart.
She loved him and she knows that inside her heart.
But a big part of her still wanted to go back.
A big part of her still believed that she would someday still see Harry and get the chance to talk to him.
She was more confused than ever every time she exchanged something intimate with Snape.
Because she knows that it was getting harder every day to either ignore or acknowledge her feelings for him that has grown through time.
Yet at the back of her mind, there was a boy she knew, could still be possibly waiting for him – a boy she still couldn’t erase from her because she knew that he was still deeply embedded in her heart.

The whole room was quiet and embodied nothing but angst and bitterness.
The living room was only slightly lit by the dying fire in the hearth of the fireplace.
The weather outside was cruel and stormy.
The rain spattered hard and loud against the windows of the apartment.
Harry sat alone over their large couch staring at the dancing flames at the heart.
About three empty bottles of firewhiskey lay before him and a fourth bottle was half empty.
Harry took another gulp and drained the glass he was holding in one go.

A few shots of sparks came out from the ends of his wand as he pointed it directly towards the hearth to an imaginary target.
Parchments of sorts from Hermione’s case and Snape’s trials were scattered along the table, the couch and the carpeted floor.
He had been trying to read through for hours and hours testaments of both sides most especially Hermione’s records of the case.
He knew that it was unhealthy for him and even his friends at the department from where he got them knew that it wasn’t a good idea for him to read these things.
They weren’t only private and illegal to be handed out but was quite mentally unhealthy for him to have these copies and be read over and over again.
But he was Harry Potter and like in all other aspects and terms, he can get what he wants when he wanted them.
As Head Auror and the privileges that came along with his name, Harry was able to get all the copies of documents he wanted.
He wasn’t sure why he wanted to read them over and over again knowing that it would only consume him deeper into his anger but he still relished the time from which he read over and over Hermione’s testament about the case.
How could she verify and testify for Snape and not against him?
Were the evidences and circumstances that happened weren’t enough reason to have him thrown at Azkaban and have her testify against the man who didn’t only abduct and kept her for years but also sexually assaulted her?
How could she possibly vouch for his name at the Wizengamot and for the world to know?
He wanted to talk to her.
He really wanted to.
He wanted to know what was in her mind – what’s in her heart – for him to understand why she does what she was doing.
But something great and overpowering was always rising in his chest the moment he remembers that Snape had taken her and she was vouching for him.
Why couldn’t she just be back to her normal and logical self?
Why does she have to protect the man who has taken everything from her?
From the two of them?
Harry screamed.
He threw the half empty glass against the floor where it scattered its contents and its shattered glass all over.
Another scream.
He buried his face in his hands and cried out in both anger and pain.
Why were these things happening to him?
Why were all these things happening to them?
Was he not worth of a happily ever after – after everything that he has sacrificed for the Wizarding World?
Did all his past losses and sacrifices account for nothing?
Was he needed to be left with nothing?
It was only Hermione Granger that he wanted.
It was only the memory of her that has kept him alive all these years – that has helped him to survive and fight stronger against the war that almost consumed the Wizarding World.
He felt so very much alone and abandoned at that very moment.
Hermione wasn’t with him and nobody was vouching for him and his cause.
Yes, they were aware of what Snape had done but everyone was willing to merely put his fate at the hands of the Wizengamot and he knew that Draco Malfoy was doing everything he can to ensure that he misses the Dementor’s Kiss.
He couldn’t let it happen.
Snape had to pay for everything that he has done – for everything that he has taken from him.
A week.
Hermione had a week or so to prepare the wedding with him.
Once the wedding was over, he would have his influence over the Wizengamot in regards to Snape’s case.
No, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with the man because at the moment, taking his life would ensure an end to his suffering and his suffering mustn’t be shortened.
He had to focus first on Hermione.
Their wedding must happened and must be finished before he could go towards his next step whatever it may be.
Nevermind how Hermione felt at the moment.
She loved him before, it wasn’t unlikely that she would fall back in love with him.
It may take some time but once he’s dealt with Snape it would be him and Hermione alone for the rest of their lives and for sure, Hermione would come back to her senses sooner or later and they would finally live happily ever after.

“Oh Harry, seriously, we need to go back.”
“Come on, it’s the weekend, ‘Mione.” Harry whispered back tangling his fingers around hers across the table. “Just another hour.”
“And then we go back and do our homeworks spot on, clear?” Hermione asked back giving in to her present boyfriend’s request.
“Deal.” Harry said smiling widely at her and kissing her hand over the table.
They stared at each other, swooning and smothered with one another’s affection across the table at the corner spot of Madam Pudifoot’s.
It was nearly Christmas.
Hermione had decided to give in to Harry’s request of a date with her after the tragic incident on Katie Bell just the weekend ago.
She felt that Harry was stressing out more and more about it and about Draco’s present miss-doings for which only he seemed to feel to be happening.
She didn’t want him to develop some sort of paranoia.
And so despite the piled up assignment before the Christmas break, Hermione agreed to go with him for a short date.
In truth, she also wanted to go out to take her mind of things.
She had been dead scared about what happened to Katie Bell than what she lets on for Harry and Ron to notice.
She had noticed Draco staying in the library more often than usual and he was even late in one of the classes that she was with him and without Harry and Ron.
She’s even heard some of the Slytherins getting annoyed with their Seeker who has missed two important practice sessions for no given valid reason.
Draco Malfoy may be tardy at times but he was never actually late for any of their classes in all the years they’ve known one another.
And as far back as she could remember, Draco was always second to her in the grading system of the professors.
What could be taking a toll on him that present year for him to act differently?
“Harry?” Hermione asked blinking away her thoughts as Harry gripped her hands harder over the table and pulled her do duck farther from sight of the stairs.
Madam Pudifoot had a staircase at the other end of her tea house for which they knew led towards some small inn at the back of it.
Harry’s eyes were transfixed upon the staircase where two people were descending slowly and quietly.
Hermione followed his gaze and her eyes slightly narrowed in surprise and question.
Severus Snape was descending the staircase but what was more surprising was the woman that followed him down the stairs – Narcissa Malfoy.
“Is that, Draco’s mother?” Hermione quietly asked him.
“Yes.” Harry said, grabbing her forcibly out of the table to transfer to another one that was out of sight from the staircase.
They quietly watched as the two of them descended the stairs and watched as Snape moved towards the register table and returned something and handed over what looked like an envelope from the distance they were at.
Hermione’s eyes widened and she gripped Harry’s wrist tightly.
“Is he-?” she began to ask but Harry shifted a little from their seats so he could take a closer look.
“Yes.” Harry whispered back. “They’ve taken a room for themselves obviously.”
Hermione’s eyes widened at the thoughts of it.
They continued to watch as after paying, Snape turned back to Narcissa and helped her secure her traveling cloak around her.
They stood wordlessly for a moment and just stared at one another.
Narcissa’s face couldn’t be seen from where they sat but Snape’s expression, no matter how distant was quite evident to them – his face was wearing what looked like a mixture of being somber and angry at the same time.
“Come on.” Harry whispered as they edged closer the table to squeeze themselves in and see them a bit more.
“What would they be doing here?” Hermione wondered as they watched as Narcissa reached forward to hold Snape’s arm closely.
“What for?” Harry whispered back. “What’s obvious, ‘Mione?”
Hermione looked up at him and saw what looked like determination of some sort over Harry’s face.
“They could just be talking here.” Hermione said. “This is a quiet place to talk, Harry. Don’t judge them.”
“Talk?” Harry asked her. “Do you have to talk in a private room when you can get yourselves a table and some cup of coffee?”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed.
She was trying not to think of it that way towards Narcissa Malfoy.
She was still a wife and a mother – she couldn’t possibly think of her of any other way no matter of what her name means to the world.
“Harry, it’s none of our business.” Hermione said sighing heavily.
She heaved herself up and tugged up over Harry’s arm.
“Come on, we’re wasting time-“
“Wait-“ Harry argued tugging her arm back and pulling her with him.
Hermione refused to move and pulled her arm away from Harry.
Harry looked up at her stern look.
“’Mione-“
“This is none of our business.” Hermione shot at him. “It’s not our business whatever they’re doing here-“
“Don’t you ever wonder what could be wrong with Malfoy lately?” Harry asked her back. “Are you not curious what’s wrong with him?”
Hermione didn’t answer.
In truth?
Ofcourse she was curious.
She had been dead curious and now seeing Snape and Mrs. Malfoy together – that could possibly be the reason Draco seemed different over the year.
A family problem may perhaps be taking a toll on the boy who has been bullying her all their Hogwarts life.
“It’s still none of our business.” Hermione insisted her eyes wide at him. “We shouldn’t care what the Malfoys are doing with their time and most especially what professor Snape is doing-“
“They’re leaving.” Harry cut her out turning his head back as they watched Snape and Narcissa leave the tea house.
Harry turned back but Hermione was no longer next to him.
She was back on their original table and was already packing her things.
He quickly went back to her and grabbed her arm to stop her.
“Are you done about now?” Hermione angrily asked him.
“Hermione-“
“Look, that was none of our business.” Hermione said. “I’m sure we’re going back to school and you’re not going to stop talking about it.”
Harry looked insulted but he didn’t try to defend himself knowing that it was exactly what he was going to do the moment they get back to the castle.
“I’m just concerned that Malfoy is doing something dangerous.” Harry shot back at her. “If he has family or Death Eater problems it’s taking a toll on him and he’s bringing that danger at school.”
“I think Dumbledore is aware of what’s going on around the castle, don’t you think?” Hermione angrily said.
Harry opened his mouth but no words came out.
It was true, Dumbledore would certainly be aware of everything that was going on within the castle.
He wouldn’t just let his students or anyone be in danger for some ignorance he could possibly have over his students and staff.
He must be aware of everything that everyone is doing – after all, he is the great Albus Dumbledore.
“I’m sorry.” Harry said yet again gently reaching out for her hand. “I’m sorry. Please don’t leave. Let’s forget about what we saw today.”
Hermione stared at him still fuming in anger.
She was sure that Harry wasn’t going to just forget what they just saw.
Because she wasn’t going to.
It bothered her for some reason – to see Snape and Mrs. Malfoy descending a stairs together when it was so obvious that they both came from a rented private room.
If they wouldn’t think of anything about it, what could be so secret that they have to meet outside school or outside the Malfoy Manor?
What could be that important for the two of them to meet somewhere outside of those two premises?
What could be so important between the two of them that they have to meet in secret?

It was somewhere two in the morning and Snape was woken out of his cell once more.
He had been taken out and dragged back to one of the rooms.
He was no longer getting surprised with this habit that he was being visited at the ungodly hours.
It was very obvious that nobody wanted to know that he was being visited.
His only guesses upon his visitors were upon the way he would be dragged out of his cell by the Aurors guarding him.
If he was taken out in a generous and kind manner, it was very obvious that his visitor was Draco Malfoy.
If he was taken out of his prison with a distinct manner of violence, it would be Harry Potter.
But he was treated neither way half an hour ago.
He was taken out wordlessly which was the case when Harry visited him but he wasn’t hurt the way he was when he did visit him.
He was however not treated kindly when Draco visited him and no buffet greeted him upon his entrance at the room.
It was obviously not his godson.
So he could want to visit him at that ungodly hour?
Snape waited for half an hour behind a long table.
He was seated quietly with no word from the Aurors on who wanted to see him or talk to him.
He was left there, abandoned and clueless at what was to come.
He was falling back asleep onto the table when he heard the locks clicking open and he heard male voices.
There was the sound of the door swinging open as his black eyes focused on them, waiting in great anticipation on who would want to see him and speak with him in secret.
It took him a while to grasp the face that came into view and the question in his hand continued as the doors locked closed again and the visitor came to sit in front of him.
“Severus.”
Snape stared at the man in front of him.
He wasn’t smiling nor did he look angry or violent towards him.
There was an utmost enigmatic expression about his face.
“What are you doing here?” Snape asked him with an honest curiosity over his face.
“You know why I am here.”
Silence.
“I do not understand why you’re here.” Snape simply said. “Speak what you need to speak to me about and leave. I do not wish to stay longer with you.”
“Do you not want?”
Snape didn’t answer him.
“Very well, let’s make this quick and short and in my terms.”
“Your terms?” Snape asked him back. “Since when did things ever become in your terms?”
“Since the day I let you have Hermione.” Lupin answered him with such angst in his tone.
Snape’s black eyes turned to slits at his words.
His fists clenched over the table but he didn’t say anything.
He couldn’t say anything.
“You let me?” he asked him through gritted teeth. “Let me?”
“Yes.” he answered back. “Since the day I let you have Hermione because I expected that you would have taken good care of her and protect her and not take her and bed her.”
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