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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:
Yes, I’m still alive.
No, I have not yet abandoned this fic or any other of my works.
It’s just that I’m busy, emotional, crazy and everything else in between in this thing we call life.
I’ve been trying to be productive – or as I was – back when I was finishing college and it’s funny that I’m such a lazy bum most of the time.
Any post grad happenings like this to any of you?
Any tips or advice, please?
I’ve been trying to get back into the game – one that rolls without a halt, one that never bores me out and one that leaves me drop dead asleep on my bed every night.

Here is a chapter.
*spoiler* Yes, I can tell that this may be one of Narcissa’s fave spells to use on people.
She’s such a complex character with loads of easy, straightforward solutions to all her seemingly problems.
Very unlike Lucius and Draco who complicates things and goes around and about going for drastic measures.
A chapter on Draco and Harry at the present time *yes another spoiler on that*

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Chapter Fifty Seven
"Obliviate"

“What’s with the face?” Draco asked as he settled his things across Snape on the table. “Are you not hungry?”
Snape sat before him, eyes settled over the table over Draco’s things but not over the package of lunch he had for him.
“Is everything alright?” Draco asked him slowly.
His eyes had bigger circles and he looked like he was unable to get any sleep at all.
“I’m fine.” Snape replied in an undertone. “It’s nothing. I just didn’t get to sleep well lastnight.”
“Neither did I.” Draco said. “I spent the night at mum’s library and office still looking for what I think should be found back at the manor.”
Snape looked up at him and Draco was giving him one of those knowing and scrutinizing glare.
“What do you want me to say?” Snape asked him with a raised brow.
Draco sat down in front of him and stared at him as if waiting for the obvious.
“You know that there’s still something you’re not telling me and it’s not helping you while you’re keeping it.”
“I’m not keeping anything from you, Draco.”
“We barely have a week.” Draco stated. “She’s going down that goddamn aisle whether we like it or not.”
Snape looked away from him, hands firm and tight together over the table.
He pursed his lips, obviously contemplating.
“Draco, look-“
“No, look here.” Draco interrupted him. “All the cards have been laid out black and white over the table. Hermione has her guts and soul laid bare all over the place with everything she knows and everything she has to give and give up in order to save your life. She’s doing everything – I am doing everything I can –“
“Are you telling me I’m not doing everything I can?” Snape coldly suggested.
“I’m telling you that you’re not telling me every bit of the details that you know. Don’t you trust me?”
Snape sharply looked up at him.
That was ridiculous.
He trusted the boy with his life.
But there were things he didn’t trust himself to tell Draco because he knew that the boy would be more than devastated.
"Don't you trust me?" he asked again.
“There’s nothing else to tell, Draco.” Snape firmly said. “I’ve told you everything that has happened and everything there is to know about the ten years.”
Draco only stared at him, eyes closely locked at him.
“Look up at me.” Draco coldly demanded. “Look up at me, godfather.”
Snape was hesitant but he looked back at Draco.
“Put down your defenses.” Draco said slowly pulling his wand out from his pocket.
“What?” Snape quietly asked him although his eyes flickered for a swift moment over Draco’s wand.
“You heard me. Put down your defenses.” Draco said placing his wand over the table where he could clearly see it.
“This is ridiculous, Draco.”
“Put down your defenses.” Draco slowly muttered each word.
Snape stared at him.
“I’ve already been checked by the Wizengamot and Ministry on that.”
“I know.” Draco said. “But they’re not aware of the depth and strength of your power to close your mind against their power to go through it to look for evidences of the past.”
Snape sat there unmoving as Draco waited.
“We are wasting time, Draco.” Snape said unconsciously placing his hands across his chest.
“Just put it down.” Draco quietly said. “It’s just the two of us in this room and you know that it’s just me. It’s just me, godfather. There’s nothing to be worried about. There’s nothing you have hidden in those years that you should still be ashamed of. There’s nothing in those years I couldn’t handle.”
Snape’s black eyes flickered at his tone and mention.
“I’m not worried-“
“Then you will show me what’s in that head of yours-“
“They’ve already seen what’s in my head – you already know what’s in my head-“
“Not everything.” Draco said taking the wand from the table. “I haven’t seen everything. Put your defenses down and let me see through your mind.”
“This is invasion of privacy.”
“Invasion of privacy?” Draco incredulously asked him. “Invasion of your privacy? I’m trying to save your life!”
He almost laughed.
Snape looked both nervous and displeased.
“There’s nothing in my head you have not yet known or have seen-“
“Then if there’s nothing to keep from me. Let me see it all over again!” Draco said and this time his voice was hoarse, cold and demanding.
Snape met the grey eyes.
They were cold and impatient, almost owned once more by the boy that was pure of a Malfoy and no trace of his mother.
Snape looked alarmed now.
Draco was looking and sounding more like his father at the moment.
“Draco-“
“Lower your defenses.” Draco whispered standing up and slowly raising his wand and pointing it over his forehead.
Snape, unarmed and stunned sat there wordlessly.
They stared at one another as if waiting and daring the other to make their next move.
Snape pursed his lips and looked closely at Draco.
Something dark passed his expression.
“What are you looking for Draco?” Snape slowly asked him. “You seem to be looking for an answer you already have.”
“I don’t have answers.” Draco said. “That’s why I’m searching for them.”
“Something tells me it’s not random answers you’re looking for.”
Draco didn’t say anything.
He blinked for a moment, a second thought and then he returned to his passive expression.
“I see.” Snape whispered sighing heavily and nodding at him. “You’re looking for something specific.” Snape whispered as his muscles relaxed as he tried to overpower Draco by means of emotions.
“I’m not looking for something specific.”
“You are looking for an answer you have already.” Snape pointed out. “You only seem to be looking for some verification.”
Draco didn’t say anything.
“Tell me what you are looking for-“
“I will do the questioning here!” Draco suddenly yelled at him. “I am your Defense Council!”
Snape’s eyes widened.
Draco advanced, wand closer to his face and his other hand had been banged over the desk.
The frustration, the exhaustion and anger were suddenly all over his face.
He had never seen the boy this angry or frustrated before.
Something was taking a toll over the boy.
“Draco-“
“Just tell me the truth.” Draco said. “Please.”
He was slightly shaking now and his voice constricted in his throat in his attempt to control his anger.
Snape slowly reached for the wand over his face and gently held it at its end.
Draco kept it pointed over him.
“How about you put your defenses down, Draco.” Snape slowly instructed keeping his black eyes over his grey ones.
Draco didn’t say anything.
“You’ve said it yourself.” Snape slowly said. “It’s just the two of us here. Man to man. Godfather to godson. There’s nothing to be kept between the two of us for we know one another more than anyone else.”
Draco still didn’t say anything nor did he lower his wand.
Snape was reminded of the boy he tried to convince years ago to be helped in his mission with the Dark Lord.
“Draco, there’s nothing to keep between the two of us.” Snape slowly whispered as he gently held the wand pointed over his face. “Why don’t you tell me the truth?”
“I’m the one asking you-“
“Tell me what you are specifically looking for.”
All refinement and composure was lost from Draco.
He suddenly looked harassed, sleepless and frustrated.
“I’m not your enemy.” Snape softly whispered making his features a bit gentler. “I’m your godfather. I’m your ally, Draco.”

“I’m not your enemy.” Snape softly whispered moving closer Draco’s bed. “I’m your godfather. I’m your ally, Draco.”
“I don’t fucking need your help.” Draco angrily spat at him. “Get out of the way of my plans.”
Snape stared at Draco.
He was staring murderously back at him.
They were alone in the hospital wing.
Draco lay over the bed with nothing but anger and angst over his face.
It has been days since the accident or rather encounter with Harry at Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom that resulted him to gain serious injury and placed Harry in the line of expulsion.
Had Snape missed a second or had been late for another moment, Draco would surely have died off the dark curse that Harry unknowingly placed upon him.
Another mishap, another accident.
One that nearly killed a life once more.
Draco’s life.
Draco’s fingers clenched over the bed sheets.
“If you haven’t been getting into my way, I have been able to-“
“If I haven’t been getting in your way you would have been dead by now.” Snape angrily spat at the boy. “Do you know what has hit you? Do you know how to counter-act the curse that Potter-“
“Potter would be dead soon.” Draco angrily said. “He would go down the same way that the headmas-“
“Keep your voice down, Draco!” Snape angrily said moving his hand forward as if to clutch his neck.
He stopped himself at the last minute.
Draco didn’t look scared at him.
If any, he looked like he was challenging – daring - his godfather to hurt him.
“Get out of my way.” Draco said angrily shoving his hand away from his face. “You only want my father’s glory-“
“Your mother asked me to keep a close-“
“My mother doesn’t understand.” Draco said. “She doesn’t understand that what I am about to accomplish will bring my father back – our family back – to the Dark Lord’s-“
“If you make just one – just one little – mistake Draco, it’s your life on the line-“
“Mine?” Draco asked. “Or yours?”
“The both of us.” Snape angrily said. “But I assure you that it’s going to be your head first on that plate before mine.”
“I won’t let you steal another of our family’s glory-“
“I’m not stealing anything from your family.”
“You’ve taken my father’s place.” Draco said. “Do you want to take another glory to gain my mother?”
Snape didn’t know what to say.
There was something else in those words.
Draco was had meant something else with that.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about-“
“You think I don’t know?” Draco asked him. “You think I couldn’t sense you want to take my father’s place in our family?”
“Take your father’s place in your-“
“I’m not an idiot.” Draco said his eyes burning him. “You do want my mother, don’t you?”
Snape looked like he had enough of Draco.
“You are being pathetic.”
“You may have usurped father’s place in the Dark Lord’s circle.” Draco breathed out. “But I won’t ever let you take his place at our home-“
“Your mother is my friend.” Snape angrily spat at him. “I am doing this because she has-“
“If you mean well – if you really, really want to tend to me as your godson – you will stay away from this mission. You will let me accomplish it on my own. You will not steal my glory.”
“I haven’t stolen any glory from you nor your family.” Snape reminded him. “I’m doing this because I goddamn promised your mother that I will protect-“
“I don’t need your protection.” Draco said. “I’m not a child. And I certainly am not your child.”
Snape’s black eyes glinted at him.
He moved away from the bed.
“I’m doing this – everything – for your mother because she has been a good friend to me.” Snape said. “If I had a choice, I would have abandoned you and your family a very long time ago-“
“Then you should have.”
Snape stood there, seething in anger.
His black eyes passed through the bandages that were covering his wounds that he has procurred from Harry's attack and use of the unknowing 'Sectumsempra'
Now he also still has to deal with Potter's spawn.
How in the fucking name of hell did he get hold of his book?
“Your mother didn’t abandon me when I needed a friend.” Snape spat at him turning away. “I’m not about to do that to her even if it means putting my life on the line to save her ungrateful git for a son.”
And then with that, he stormed out of the Hospital Wing with his black cloak billowing behind him.

The morning had mostly been eaten by their first round of errands for the day for the wedding.
For their souvenirs, they had decided upon a small magical Golden Snitch that was tied with a few miniature size books.
It was a sort of keychain that also magically served as some glowing balls that lit up like the Lumos spell.
Harry took one himself from the shop and Hermione couldn’t help but smile at the way he seemed to be so fond and happy with it as he played with it as they walked down another few blocks to the next street where they were supposed to get their ordered full batches of invitation.
As expected, in Gryffindor colours and had the magical scent of Hermione’s favourite scent all over the special and magical parchment.
“When will you get your gown?” Harry asked as they waited over their table for their ordered lunch. “Are we going to the shop later?”
“They sent a note that it would be ready for fitting by tomorrow.” Hermione said. “Fleur offered to accompany me.”
Harry’s eyebrows slowly raised but he didn’t say anything.
“Harry, please don’t mind Fleur. She doesn’t understand-“
“Exactly.” Harry said as he continued to play with the small souvenir in his hand. “She doesn’t understand so she better get out of the way.”
Hermione slowly reached over the table for his hand.
She gently placed her hand over his.
“Harry.” Hermione whispered. “Please?”
Harry looked up at her.
He stared back at her for a moment before resigning into a sigh.
“Fine.” Harry said shaking his head. “Make sure you get home before three in the afternoon. There’s somewhere else we need to-“
“We won’t stay long.” Hermione assured him with a small smile. “I promise you that-“
“Let Ginny go with you.” Harry said. “I trust she could atleast do that without ruining anything.”
It was more of a command than a suggestion.
Hermione nodded at him.
“Where will you be tomorrow?”
“At the Ministry.” Harry said. “I need to send out invitation to people there I’m inviting.”
He suddenly looked excited again.
He was smiling as he counted off in his fingers the people that he was going to invite.
Hermione only stared at Harry with a small smile.
She couldn’t help but be worried about the boy in front of him.
He was acting like a small child who would give an outburst and whine the moment he doesn’t get what he wanted.
He wasn’t acting normal and Hermione knew that in the future that was still going to be a problem.
Soon enough, two witches returned to their table carrying their ordered lunch.
A bottle of red wine was placed over their table.
“Oh, we didn’t order that.” Hermione said shaking her head.
She looked back at Harry who shook his head as well.
“Oh no sir, it’s from that gentleman.” the wizard pointed directly across the room.
They both looked up.
Draco Malfoy sat alone over one of the tables and raised his glass towards them with a benign smile at Harry.
Harry clenched his fists beneath the table.
“Bring that back to that git.” Harry demanded taking the neck of the bottle and shoving it towards the wizard.
He looked both scared and hesitant.
“Mr. Malfoy wouldn’t want to-“
“I fucking said-“
“Harry, please.” Hermione begged holding his outstretched arm down.
He looked back at her and Hermione could see her furious emerald eyes.
“Is this a joke?” Harry spat. “Do you know about this? Have you been telling that git where to follow and stalk us?”
“Ofcourse not!” Hermione indignantly said with a furious and hurt look over her face.
Harry grabbed Hermione’s wrist over the table and painfully twisting it.
“We’re getting out of here.”
“Harry-“
“How’s the fine wine?”
They both looked up.
Draco had walked over to their table.
He had gestured for the waited to leave them and he turned back at them once they were alone.
Harry tossed the bottle back over the table and Hermione had to crouched forward to catch it before it crashed over the floor to make a scene.
“Your little gifts aren’t endearing and is more than unwelcome, Malfoy.” Harry spat at him.
Draco stared at him with a knowing looking but he didn’t say anything.
The reaction seemed to have angered Harry even more.
He turned from him then at Hermione who sat by her seat trying to remain calm and still before them.
“It’s a little congratulations gift.” Draco quietly said looking back at Harry who looked like he was ready to punch him.
“For our wedding?” Harry asked him. “Or for our victory over your godfather who is going to rot and die alone at Azkaban?”
Hermione’s eyes shot up at them and she stood up.
Draco stood there, unmoving and quietly staring back at Harry.
A smile appeared Harry’s face.
He forcibly grabbed the bottle from Hermione and smiled back at Draco.
“Or perhaps you mean for both?”
“Harry, if you please.” Hermione said trying to tug back the bottle from him in alarm.
With Harry’s emotional and mental state at the moment, who’s telling who what he’d do with it.
“No, Hermione. Let me go.” Harry calmly said shoving her hand from him. “Well, Malfoy?”
“You are beyond repair, Potter.” Draco said spitefully unable to stop himself. “You’re going to force her to marry her and blackmail her that you’d kill Severus if she doesn’t marry you?”
“Smart.” Harry said without cringing. “Smart. Very Slytherin, isn’t it?”
“Do you know-“
“Do I know what?” Harry interrupted him. “That there are laws against that?”
“Harry, Draco – please if you two would just-“
“No, Hermione, Malfoy came here to say something. Let’s hear him out.”
Harry was looking and smirking at Draco as if waiting for him to give him just one reason for him to take the first strike.
“Yes, there are laws.” Draco quietly agreed. “And you’re going-“
“Speaking of laws – are you stalking us?” Harry asked him. “Because if you are-“
“What are you going to do?” Draco cut him taking a step forward. “Put up a restraining order against me?”
“I might just do that.” Harry said with a demented look over his eyes. “Would you like me to?”
It was scary.
Harry’s eyes were far and different from the warm ones they usually wore and Draco was wearing that Slytherin-like cunning and scheming look over his face. .
Hermione felt more than helpless and frustrated between the two of them.
"I can do whatever I want." Harry slowly said. "I am after all, Harry Potter."
“Will you just please fucking stop this!” Hermione said almost screaming as she grabbed the bottle from Harry as his grip slacked around it.
But Harry no longer cared about it.
Neither did Draco.
In a blink, both had drawn out their wards and were both pointing it out although indirectly towards one another.
“How about we take this outside?” Draco asked him out with a smirk.
“Draco!” Hermione said eyes wide at him.
She couldn’t believe that she was daring him to go outside with him and have a one-on-one.
She had expected him to have a bit more sense between the two of them.
But for some reason, something had seemingly happened that was pulling Draco back to his old self.
“Yeah, mate.” Harry said removing his cloak out and quickly pulling up his sleeves. “Let’s have some go at it. I’ve been waiting for this since our second year.”
“Are you insane?!” Hermione almost screamed at Harry as he tossed his cloak over while Draco pulled up his sleeves as well.
“Harry! Draco!” Hermione could only scream as the two men had left and abandoned her completely in their small part of the café and had stalked fast and straight out of the door.
Some people stared at their direction especially at Hermione’s fast pace and worried look over her face as she screamed for their names.
Hermione followed them out of the café but right at the very moment she reached the door and reached the outside steps of the street, she clearly saw the two of them take their wands around and held hands and together, they Disapparated out onto the street and disappeared from Hermione’s clear view of them.

“So how is she?”
Snape stared up at Lupin with a reluctant and vague arched on his brows.
“I told you.” Snape simply answered as he sat down on the opposite couch. “I’m tending to her wounds but something is seemingly wrong.”
“Wrong?” Lupin asked. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve observer her wounds and injuries, in any ordinary case, they’re ought to be healing by now. But I do not see progress as fast. Something is off.”
“Something is off?” Lupin repeated incredulously. “Ofcourse something is off – she’s been attacked by your lot.”
Snape’s black eyes sharply turned up to him.
He opened his mouth to say something when a knock came over their rented room’s door.
They looked at one another wands quickly at the ready.
“Room service.” Snape replied standing up and taking out a few galleons from his small black bag at the middle of the room. “Bloody boy is asking for an additional tip. Fuck them all off.”
“I’m not hungry.” Lupin said watching him walk to the door.
He watched in silence as Snape walked to the door and stayed there for a few moments before returning with two packed food back into the room.
He placed it over the small circular table and sat back at the opposite couch.
“It’s not for you.” Snape clarified. “She needs to eat something different. We’ve been living off on barely decent meals and she’s not going to heal if that keeps on happening.”
“Where is she?” Lupin asked him. “I want to know where she is. And you’ve told me that this time we’re meeting you will bring me to her.”
“Be patient.” Snape said.
“I’ve been patient.” Lupin said. “I’ve met you twice. Today is our third meeting and all you give me is the progress of her condition and her injuries.”
Snape didn’t say anything.
He couldn’t fully rely to him that it was dangerous to bring him where he’s taken her and to bring her back to him.
“It will take time.” Snape slowly said. “It will take time and a full planning to transfer and travel her back. Do you know how closely we are all being monitored?”
“You would know.” Lupin sarcastically answered him.
They glared at one another.
“I’m sorry.” Lupin quickly said pocketing back his wand. “It’s just very frustrating. Harry’s in the hospital and George is injured and a lot of other things are happening-“
“Not just at your end.” Snape said. “Do you know how many things are being asked of me and how many things are also happening out there at our side?”
Lupin didn’t say anything again.
He breathed heavily and stared back at Snape.
He could tell how stressful he was and how much he was lacking sleep.
“So if you’re not here to bring me to her why are we here?” Lupin slowly asked. “Time is ticking. We need to unite her with them.”
“I know that.” Snape said. “Give me a few days or a week. Let me find out what’s wrong with her and then I will give her back to you. I can’t just bring her back with whatever Dark Arts might be hovering over her. It may hurt you all-“
“Contagious?” Lupin asked. “You’re telling me that she has caught up some Dark Magic that is contagious?”
“Should you not know that already?” Snape inquired at him. “You’re a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Surely you’ve read this somewhere in your sylla-“
“I know my work, Severus.” Lupin indignantly said. “How long will this take?”
He didn’t answer.
They both knew that the answer wasn’t something that can just be given.
It would take time and Lupin knew that Snape had no idea how long.
“What can I do?” Lupin asked instead. “What’s the best thing that I can do for them? For her?”
“We need to meet as discreet and much as possible – twice a month if it can be-“
“A lot of thing may happen in a day or two.” Lupin interrupted him. “We should meet every week. A progress at your end and our end-“
“I cannot just-“
“You will do this or we end all this truce between the two of us and I consider you a Death Eater again.”
“Are you threatening me?” Snape asked him with cold spite at the end of his tongue.
“Are you?” Lupin asked him standing up.
They both withdrew their wands.
“This is ridiculous, Lupin.” Snape said.
Lupin opened his mouth to say something when something at the outside of the door came again.
They both stared at the door and lowered their wands.
“Bloody fuck.” Snape said. “What’s gotten into the boy? I’ve given him more galleons than he’d earn in three days.” Snape said keeping his wand away and turning to the door.
But before he could reach it, the lock had magically clicked itself and it slowly swung open.
There was silence.
It was unnerving and Lupin knew that something was wrong.
“Severus?” he quietly asked taking a step towards the hallway.
Snape was slowly backing away with his hands raised at the height of his chest with an utmost horror in his black eyes.
Lupin slowly reached for his wand inside his robe when a voice so familiar, cold yet calm spoke.
“Not a move from either of you. Or we all regret what I’m about to do.”
Lupin’s eyes turned up and widened as Narcissa Malfoy slowly came into view, walking forward with her long dress robes sweeping the floor with her wand hand raised right up at the height of Snape’s chest.
Narcissa’s eyes were made out of nothing but pure hatred and anger.
The colour from Snape’s face were slowly fading and this highly alarmed Lupin.
Neither of them could take out their wands for they knew how good the lady Malfoy was at dueling garnering her talent from the Black side.
“Sit.” Narcissa quietly ordered nodding towards the couch. “The both of you.
Without a blink or another movement, the two slowly backed down and sat on either end of the long couch while Narcissa sat at the opposite.
She was staring at Lupin as if she wasn’t sure if she was going to hex him now or give him a chance to explain himself.
But she was staring at Snape with a look of pure betrayal.
Snape heavily breathed out and was about to open his mouth but Narcissa cut him first.
“Wands on the floor. Nothing fun or I swear they will be sweeping this carpet with your bloods on it.”
Snape was second guessing but Lupin was unmoving.
He was waiting for Snape to do something.
“Are you two deaf?” Narcissa asked with a raised brow.
Her eyes were glinting in anger especially when she turned to Snape’s direction.
At the way her lips curled, she was so angry with Snape at the moment that she wasn’t sure what to do next if she wasn’t too careful and let her emotions rule her out.
It was a two on one but the two were hesitant upon lashing out towards a lady and not to mention her skills and ability.
“Severus?”
“Lower your wand, Lupin.” Snape quietly said pulling his wand out and bending forward.
Lupin watched as Snape rolled it over the floor and kicked it gently towards Narcissa.
With wandless magic, it flew up towards her palm and she placed it securely inside her robes.
“And you?” she asked turning to Lupin.
“I’m not going to surrender my wand to you.” Lupin said but he looked constricted.
“Please give her your wand, Lupin.” Snape quietly said. “She’s not going to hurt us.”
“Really?” Lupin sarcastically asked. “Why? Because she’s not marked?”
“Because she’s not an enemy.”
“Everyone is an enemy.” Lupin said turning to Snape with a cold stare.
Snape knew that he wasn’t fully trusting him but he was the only line and hope for them to see and rescue Hermione once more.
Remus Lupin was obviously desperate enough to follow whatever Snape had asked him to do and now it would all crash onto them.
“Lower your wand, Lupin.” Snape repeated a little gentler this time. “I swear on my life, she’s not an enemy.”
Lupin still looked conflicted and torn if he was going to comply.
A small smile turned up to Narcissa’s lips and she shook her head.
“I’m losing my patience.” she slowly whispered slightly waving her wand. “Are you going to surrender-“
“Lupin, please-“
“Why should I-“
“I swear on my life-“
“No.” Narcissa coldly said standing up.
She glowered over them and took one step forward and Lupin raised his wand at her.
She just stood there staring down at him as if he was some pathetic child begging for some candy.
“No, Remus Lupin.” Narcissa quietly said. “Give me your wand. I’m not here to hurt either of you.”
“Why should I?” Lupin hoarsely said.
“I’m not going to hurt either of you.” Narcissa repeated as a glint passed her eyes. “I swear it on Hermione Granger’s life.”
Whatever Lupin was expecting her to do or say, it was definitely not what he had in mind.
His eyes widened and his voice was left constricted in his throat.
No words were coming out in the shock from the name she had uttered.
So it was true.
It was bloody true.
Snape wasn’t bluffing at all.
He has Hermione Granger and was keeping her protected and safe.
Narcissa Malfoy was an obvious testament and witness on that.
Narcissa stood there, hovering and waiting for him to make a move.
Snape stared at them both, nervous at what stupidity Lupin could possibly try and do.
And then it happened so sudden that Snape barely realized it was actually happening.
For a very split moment, Narcissa’s eyes turned to him and their eyes met and a familiar glint appeared on her beautiful eyes.
Snape opened his mouth to say something – some form of warning perhaps – just as Lupin was already but very slowly edging his wand forward to surrender it to Narcissa.
“No-“ Snape said warningly more towards Narcissa than to Lupin. “Please, Cissy-don’t“
Lupin was distracted at that very moment but before he could withdraw or turn his face at Snape to understand what was happening, Narcissa had drawn her wand out in a very swift movement it was barely noticeable.
A suddenly movement, a flash of light and then a barely audible whisper of a spell.
“Obliviate.”
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