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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31744 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: The high fever kept me from posting until now. I’m still sick, but at least I can do more than sleep. It was a long wait, but I hope you going to enjoy this chapter. There is another one for tomorrow, that sort of follow this one in events.
@BlackRose: "Oh, I see they are still trying to deny their attraction to each other." - they will dance that "dance" for a while. He was her teacher, and she was his student, it is a big hurdle to overcome. "Hermione is also starting to understand that Severus would rather try to kill himself than deal with all his trauma." - true, but in a way, he doesn't know how to deal with his own trauma. That would demand a great deal of trust on his side to open up and talk about what's bothering him, and Snape is not a trusting person by nature.
To avoid further confusion:
Italic - Past, memories
‘Single quotation mark’ - inner monologue, thoughts
“double quotation mark” - actual speech
The darkness seemed impenetrable. It was the dead time of the night but Hermione was awake. Her stomach was clenching, coiling inside her like a pit full of angry snakes. She was so determined to do this… but now, when the time was almost upon her, she lost her nerve. What if she makes another mistake? What if she makes things worse?
Selfish thought inserted itself in the swirl panic in her head, no more memories. There will be no more insight into his pain, into his suffering. He made her feel so small and insignificant. They had protection! In danger, true, but it was war and everyone was in equal danger. But they also had help, more than anyone else. Dumbledore, Snape, Minerva, Lupin, Mad-Eye, Tonks,… so many names… they all watched over them, constantly. The only time they went out of the radar – and what happened? They ended up breaking into the Ministry, flying dragons, getting caught by snatchers. Ron splinched himself. They were a mess and utterly lost. They called them heroes, but they wouldn’t be even alive if there were no so many others, lurking in the shadows, giving them a silent support.
But, the worst was the fact that only now, after everything was over she finally managed to get to the information. Majority of Snape’s memories revolved around Order meetings. All the information they deprived them of that summer, she was receiving them now – too late. Too bloody late. She heard steering and her eyes snapped open.
“Granger, are you up?” his voice was a hissed whisper, sharp as a steel
“I am.” She whispered back, cold hand of fear and uncertainty latching to the base of her spine
“Then come here, and let’s be done with it” Snape sounded impatient.
With a sigh she slipped from the sofa and tiptoed to the bed, climbing awkwardly on it. crawling to sit as near to him as possible she sighed again. He was eager to this… but she screwed up once before.
“What is the matter, Grange?”
“What if I make mistake again?” she replied before she could stop her mouth from talking. On the one hand, she wanted this link they shared severed as much as he did. On the other, repercussions of failure could be devastating.
“Calm yourself down, Granger. I will guide you.”
“But…”
“Miss Granger,” he sighed and alarm bells start ringing in her head. He rarely used Miss nowadays and that signified to her how annoyed he was. Even if his voice painted the picture of calm patients as if he had to explain something to the small child. he continued “if there is any possibility for me to do this – I would. As it is, I am forced to rely on you. And if I know one thing about you-you know how to follow instructions to the letter.”
“Yes, Sir.” She replied, feeling like she is in his classroom once again
“Now then, I did what I could, leaving for you familiar markers. Joint memories if you like. Familiar pictures. Do try to follow them and not stray away trying to poke your nose too much.”
“Ummm, I’m not too…versed in the art of…” her voice failed her, it pained her to admit that she didn’t know something or was good at it
“That is painfully obvious, if you were we wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place. Now, you have to do what you did the last time, for the first part. Focus on my voice and follow the instructions.”
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The girl shuffled uncomfortably and he sighed, his patience dwindling fast.
“What is the matter now?”
“I… well, you see… last time…I need to look straight into your eyes and…”
“Before I expire from old age, Granger.” He snapped at her
“Well, you see… last time I sort of had to…” she continued to stutter. Even if her face was no more than a shape in the darkness he could swear that she was crimson to the roots of her hair
“What. Did. You. Do?”
“Well, sort of… stradleyourchest.” She breathed out and it took him a moment or two before he managed to discern what she told him, anger rising. He did his best to push his rage aside, he needed her help and blithering her was counterproductive.
“Is that all?” try as he may there was a heavy note of tightness in his voice, and he felt bed twitching as the girl recoiled
“Yes.” She whispered and added in a rush “But I took care that I do not touch you, more than necessary. I had to hold your eyes open. But we still need to have a straight eye to eye contact now and…”
“Granger, I’m quite sure that you have no qualms about touching me. In fact, I’d prefer if you develop one. As it is, I fail to see the problem.” He sighed still fighting the urge to behead the girl with few chosen words.
He didn’t like to be touched. And her intrusion on his privacy was more than he was generally willing to allow. Nevertheless, given the circumstances, he would willingly endure her intrusion on his physique if it meant that he would get rid of her from his head.
“Now, please proceed with our plan.”
“Ummm…yes…right.”
He started to wonder how did she manage from walking-talking dictionary or encyclopedia to succumb to this less than an eloquent mess. All thoughts of her diminished oral capacities, left him once he felt bed shifting. She moved closer, stepping over him and whatever he had from muscles tighten in need to push her away from him. tightening his yaw and breathing deeply through the nose he fight the urge
“This is your own doing. You can handle it. Clear your mind and grant her the access she needs.”
Her looming face danced in front of his, too close for his liking. Then again, everything the girl did was uncomfortable and irritating and intrusive. And with a bit of luck, it will all stop tonight.
He felt her, slipping in his mind, her intrusion light like the summer breeze. She is not skilled but her natural tendency towards nurturing guiding her inexperience. In a way it was comforting, knowing that at least he won't suffer from that pain. His defences, as feeble as they were, tried to rise and he fought against them. It was a natural instinct, like breathing. He had to allow this. Clearing his throat he softly spoke.
“Good. Now follow the path that looks like a thin silver thread.”
“What if it’s not silver?” he could hear the twinge of worry in her voice, her soft-spoken words resonating in his ears and inside his head
“It is, it always is. I did my best to push all memories aside apart for the ones you need to memorize, as touchstones.”
He repressed the feeling that emerged from the swirl of paranoia that plagued his chest. Feeling equally unpleasant. One that if nothing more enhanced his need to defend himself against her. When his brain wasn’t ransacked like a stolen purse, it felt almost…intimate. His breath hitched in his throat. The gentle brush of her mind was akin to caress. And he didn’t like it, not one bit.
“I found it.” her voice was quiet but it rang like an exclamation in his head.
He followed with avid attention her almost mad dash through his mind. She followed the line of their connection until he felt her again. She reached their destination. And he felt her, more complete, not a pebble anymore, but rather like the boulder wedged in his mind.
“You do not need to re-enter the memory, but you do need to…fuse…yourself with the point of origin.” He instructed her, wondering if she managed to understand him
“I am not stupid, I know what you meant for me to do.” She huffed and he wondered if he spoke the words aloud. He shouldn’t, he wasn’t that unaware of himself, even if his defences were down. She sighed “I can hear your thoughts.”
He froze, stilling even is breathing. The swirl of thoughts rising and he quelled them.
“Do what you supposed to do and be gone.” He hissed. He will worry later.
He felt a nudge like someone was poking inside his head with a velvet covered finger. And then she started to retreat. He felt her stopping at each memory he left for her, leaning on them almost. Finally, she slipped off his mind as tenderly as it was possible and gazed into his eyes. Her irises foggy and unfocused.
“I think it all went fine” she breathed and collapsed.
The impact of her body against his pushed the air out of his lungs. Her weight making it hard to breathe in again. All he could manage were small, shallow breaths. If he doesn't move her he will feel dizzy and his strength will perish. With all his might, breathing in more of her hair than air, he tried to push her off.
Panic rising as he realised that he couldn’t feel her breathe. He hoped that she wasn’t a dead weight on top of him.
“Misty.” He croaked. His chest burning from lack of oxygen. He tried to roll her over, off himself at least. Not that he could do much even if he did manage. Everything he could do demanded either physical strength or magic, and he had neither.
Misty popped into the room and huffed
“What Missy Dirty Mind do now. Move Missy, leave the Master Snape be.” Misty shooed her hand at Hermione’s direction.
“Misty,” he choked out “help me roll her off me.”
“Misty will move her to her cot.” Grumbled elf
No, next…to…me.” Talking with nose and mouth full of hair while he struggled for air was taxing “Now.”
He could hear Misty grumble, but the weight that was Granger rolled off and settled next to him. With the effort, he rose his left hand and pressed the backs of his fingers against her nose and mouth. A feeble but regular waft of air tickled his skin. He breathed a sigh of relief.
“She’s alive.” he sighed, voicing his relief
“Misty will move her now?” asked elf and he gave that question a thought.
He probed his own mind, but he couldn’t feel her. That was a relief. He felt more inclined to deal with aftermath now. The breath of freedom surging through his veins. He would welcome any excuse to not have her so close, but…. No matter what others believed... he was a Head of House for a good number of years... and for better or worse she was his student. If Misty moved her he couldn’t reach her if the need arises. He couldn’t even check upon her to see if there is need to call for help. The only way he could take care of the girl was, if she were within his reach and that meant next to him. With almost desperate sigh he shook his head
“No, Mity, leave her here. I’ll call you if she needs help.”
“Master shouldn’t help Miss Dirty, she attacked master and it’s all Misty’s fault.” What started as an angry tirade ended up in a wail
“The girl tried to help me and passed out, Misty. She did not attack me.”
“It is all Misty’s fault. Misty will punish herself.” Wailed elf and he briefly wondered what crime of his merited this punishment
“Misty, you did nothing wrong…”
“Misty did! Master said I shouldn’t e so har on Missy. And Missy did take care of Master Snape. Misty heard Missy wanting to be in the garden, and Misty took her there. Misty scared the Missy. Now Missy won’t be a good rent-an-elf anymore.”
“You did what?” he gaped
“Master is angry, Misty will…”
“I am not angry Misty. You did your job and followed your orders. But next time, maybe you should ask her first?”
“Misty will. Master won’t give Misty away again?” sniffled elf and he sighed
“Misty, you are part of the Malfoy….”
“Only if the Master is dead, and Master is alive. misty has only one Master.” She sniffled blinking tears from her huge eyes and he sighed.
“Fine, you do not belong to Malfoys as long as I’m alive. I will repeat my offer…”
“Misty don’t want money. Misty is proud to be Masters.”
“Fine Misty, I’ll call you if I need you.”
It was too much, and he had more pressing worry than stubborn elf, no matter how fond he was of the said elf. Misty shimmered from the room and he released a deep sigh. Pressing his fingers against her mouth again, he noticed, with a relief, that her breath was stronger. By the rise and fall of her chest, he could tell that she was in a deep slumber. With a bit of luck in the morning, everything will back to normal and he will be free from her at long last.
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