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Shattered

By Adriana

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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, yadda, yadda.
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And the sky was made of amethyst.

And all the stars were just like little fish.

You should learn when to go.

You should learn how to say no.

Might last a day, yeah.

Minus forever.

Might last a day, yeah.

Minus forever.

When they get what they want, then they never want it again.

They get what they want, and they never want it again.

Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to.

Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you
~ From the song, "Violet" by Hole
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Chapter 6: Everything

Cristobel gently put a hand on Severus' shoulder and the younger man started in
surprise. He had been so wrapped up in comforting Hermione that he hadn't
noticed the Healer's approach.
"Severus, let me see her, I need to tend to her quickly."
Severus relucty moy moved away from Hermione as she let out a cry of
protest. "I'm not going anywhere," he reassured her.
Cristobel pulled out his wand and a colorful pouch from his robe pocket. He
bent down to Hermione and made note of the deep scratches and puncture marks
that were scattered around her face and arms. Her robes were torn and there was
a smattering of blood around the sleeves. Taking his wand, he murmured a spell
in Yucotec and the wounds began to glow a deep green. "I'm pulling out
some of the poison," he explained. "Hualthici have a very mild poison
that they use to paralyze their prey. It's not fatal to humans, but it can make
a person very sick for several days if it's not drawn out." He continued
his spell and the wounds began to fade and close. Hermione became visibly
relaxed and to Severus' relief, she ceased her whimpering. Cristobel pulled out
a vial from his pouch and said, "Pain potion," at Severus'
questioning look. With Severus anchoring her head, Cristobel gently encouraged
Hermione to drink the potion and she scrunched her face at the bitter taste.
She laid back and slurred, "Severus," as he moved closer again,
taking her in his arms. "I'm here," he whispered to her.
"We need to get her back to the canoe, Cristobel."
Cristobel took off a colorful shawl he'd been wearing and wrapped it around
Hermione. "It's been charmed," he told Severus. "It gives the
wearer a feeling of well-being. I'm actually rather addicted to it, but given
the circumstances, I think I can give it up."
Severus could have used a spell to move her, but chose instead to lift her
and carry her gently to where the canoe was resting on the shore of the New
River Lagoon. As he climbed into the boat, he made a movement to lay her down
on the bottom and she tightened her grip on him. "No," she protested.
"Don't leave me." Instead, Severus sat down and laid her across his
lap. She buried her face in his neck and gave an odd sigh of contentment. As he
settled in, he noticed that Hermione's wounds were visibly fading. She snuggled
in closer and Severus swallowed, a tight feeling in his throat. He could feel
every soft curve against his body and to his disgust, he felt his cock
involuntarily harden. However, it did not cause him to loosen his grip on her.
Once they got back to the house, Severus carried her to her bedroom and laid
her on the bed. Hermione was very groggy and within seconds she was fast
asleep. Severus left the room for the moment, telling Cristobel that they'd
been successful in obtaining The Soul Gathering Spell and that he was going to
take care of Hermione. When she was able to travel, they were going to go back
to Hogwarts. Severus shook Cristobel's hand and thanked him for all his help.
"May the gods watch your back, Professor Snape." With a slight
bow, Cristobel left the hacienda.
Severus returned to Hermione's room and noted that she was still dressed in
her torn robes. With shaky hands, he began to remove them. He felt conflicted.
On the one hand she needed to get out of her clothes, yet on the other hand, he
didn't know if he'd be able to control his reaction at seeing her half naked.
He undressed her methodically and couldn't help but take in the softness of her
skin beneath his hands.
He tried to avert his eyes as he slipped off the robes of Chiron, but found
himself staring at her in wonder. He was a man, after all.
�Oh for the love of . . . � he muttered.
Hermione apparently liked to go naked under her clothing.
Everything about her was perfectly proportioned . . . high, proud breasts
tapered down to a slender waist and her hips softly flared, revealing the dark,
downy hair at her apex.
It caused his seemingly perpetual erection to twitch with lust.
"Merlin help me," he whispered.
Once he'd slipped her out of her clothing, he pulled the sheet and coverlet
over her body. Her hair obscured her face and Severus gently moved it away,
allowing himself the luxury of running his fingers through the springy curls.
For a few minutes he stroked her hair and face and Hermione let out a deep,
contented sigh.
He fought the urge to climb into her bed and press his body against the
length of hers.
He had to get out of there.
Fighting the arousal that was coursing through his body, he made his way
down to the beach. A swim was just the thing to clear his head.
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Harry sat in the darkness of his living room, his mind too dark to brighten
with a light from the fire. He was well into a bottle of Muggle vodka as he
tried to drink his misery away.
He felt completely useless.
All his life he had been hailed as a hero, when the reality was, he was just
a bloody lucky bloke. He could never understand how he was famous for a
sacrifice that had been made by his mother. In fact, when he looked back on his
short life, he realized that he had never used his own skill to defeat
Voldemort in all the times they'd battled. He always had Hermione and Ron to
help him. Even during his battle with Voldemort after The Triwizard Tournament,
he had been saved by the simple fact that both his and Voldemort's wand had shared
a core of phoenix feathers from Fawkes. Just a coincidence, really. Harry took
another deep drink from his tumbler.
Sirius had just owled Harry, telling him that he'd tracked Voldemort to
Bulgaria, but that he'd arrived too late to pinpoint his location. By the time
he'd reached the rundown house where Voldemort had been staying, the Dark Lord
was already gone. Sirius had the vague impression that he might be back in
England, but the intelligence was unreliable. He assured Harry that it was only
a matter of time before they found Voldemort. Harry had his doubts.
Harry was having a hard time lifting his mood of air.air. His life felt so
empty. He spent his days in Auror training and had some successful jaunts
against some of Voldemort's Death Eaters. A particularly vivid memory sprang up
and Harry thought about Draco Malfoy.
He had been tracking a group of Death Eaters in the Black Forest in Germany
when he'd been surprised by the apparition of two Death Eaters as he'd sat down
to rest and eat his lunch. Fumbling for his wand, he'd been caught totally
unprepared and had been pretty sure that his life was over. Unexpectedly, as
the Death Eaters had turned their wands on him, a soft familiar voice had
uttered, "Avada Kedavra" and Harry had closed his eyes. He wasn't
prepared for what happened next: One of the Death Eaters had pointed his wand
at the other and the unfortunate Death Eater had died where he stood. Looking
up in astonishment, Harry saw the second Death Eater pull off his hood and
mask. He recognized the familiar smirk of Draco Malfoy. And then he spoke:
"Are you going to eat the rest of that sandwich? I'm starving."
Harry allowed himself a small chuckle at the memory.
Draco sat with Harry that day and they'd come to an understanding. Draco
explained to him that being a Death Eater had lost his luster for him. He'd
confessed that he wanted something more for his life and it was then that
"Draco The Spy" had been born. Draco had proven himself reliable and
Harry had come to reluctantly respect the little wanker. They would never
be friends, but they were allies in the fight against the Dark Lord. Draco had
taken a huge risk saving Harry that day. If Voldemort had administered
Veritaserum or if he'd performed a Priori Incantatem on his wand, Draco would
have been a dead man.
Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on his door. Uttering a
spell, the door shimmered to invisibility and Harry saw Ginny Weasly standing
on his porch. He opened the door Gin Ginny pushed her way past him.
"You're drunk." She stated the obvious.
"What do you want, Ginny?"
"We need to talk."
"I think we've done all the talking we need to do," answered
Harry, as he reached for his bottle again.
Ginny snatched the bottle from his hand. "I think not," she said
softly. "Please, Harry."
&qWHAT DO DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" he shouted. "I can't be what you
want me to be, Ginny! I can never be what you want!" He grabbed her to
push her back out the door.
Ginny fought back, hitting him repeatedly on the chest. "I don't care
about that! I don't care what you can be for me! I love you, you stupid
git! I don�t want to do anything but
love you!" Ginny shouted.
They struggled together for a few moments before Harry groaned and buried
his hands in her hair.
"I need you," he whispered in desperation.
"I know," she whispered back.
Lifting her up against his body, he grabbed her by her thighs and she
wrapped her legs around his waist. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, all
biting and sucking, as Harry carried her to his bedroom.
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Peter Pettigrew approached the Dark Lord, holding a sheath of papers in his
hand. He couldn't hide his shaking hands as the papers rustled.
"My Lord," he stammered.
"Do you have news, Peter?" Voldemort practically purred in
anticipatory satisfaction.
"Yes my Lord. The Watchers have been following Draco Malfoy and
Hermione Granger in Paris."
"And?"
"And, well . . . it seems that they've created something of a
stir."
"Go on!" snapped the Dark Lord.
"It seems that Mr. Malfoy and Dr. Granger were arrested last night in
Paris. Apparently the Muggle police were called to a disturbance and found Mr.
Malfoy . . . uh, they were . . . well they were frolicking naked in the
Fountain of the Champs Elysees. They made a total spectacle of themselves and
well . . . they were very drunk, my Lord."
To his utter surprise, Voldemort began to laugh.

"Excellent! Excellent! A public spectacle! And the aftermath?"
"Well, one of our Watchers, it was Turner, I believe, intercepted the
arresting officer to ask him about the incident. The stupid Muggle had no idea
what Turner was talking about."
"Ah, young Malfoy cast the Obliviate on him, I'm sure. That boy always
could think well on his feet! I am very pleased. I'll have one of my undercover
Death Eaters 'accidently' tell Potter about the incident. There is a certain
young wizard on Mr. Potter's amateur Quidditch team who is secretly working for
me. I can't wait to hear Potter's reaction to the news!"
"Yes, my Lord." Wormtail couldn't get away fast enough.
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Hermione woke to darkness in her room. For a moment, she was disoriented and
couldn't remember where she was. Suddenly it all came back to her: the
Hualthici, Cristobel's healing, canocanoe trip back to the house and Severus'
strong arms wrapped around her. Looking down, she noticed that she was naked
and she blushed.
Severus.
He must have undressed her while she was sleeping. While that thought should
have made her uncomfortable, Hermione couldn't help shivering at the thought of
his hands undressing her. Getting unsteadily to her feet, she pulled on a loose
gauzy dress and walked to the living room, calling for him. She found the shawl
that Cristobel had given her and she pulled it around her body.
Finding no answer, she surmised that he'd probably gone out to the beach.
Needing some fresh air, Hermione made her way down to the water. She held on
tightly to the handrails as she was still a little dizzy, but she felt no pain,
which was a great relief.
The night was lit by a bright full moon in the cloudless sky. The sand
seemed to glow mysteriously in the light and the night was warm and clear. As
she stood by the grove of trees where they'd first arrived, she noticed
clothing neatly folded at the base of one of the trees. Before she could
process that thought, she looked up to see Severus rising from the water, a
male version of Botticelli's Venus.
He was completely naked.
Hermione hungrily took in the vision. Severus had turned his back to her and
was looking out to the water, his body glistening as the rivulets of water ran
down his back. He was slender and lean and she noted in particular that he had
a very attractive little ass.
Who would have thought?
As she gazed further, the thought occurred to her that no, he wasn't Venus,
he reminded her of Michaelangelo's David. As he turned around, Hermione ded ded
that thought. He looked like David, only with a bigger ---
She flushed.
Walking with a feline grace, he made his way over to a large rock that sat a
small distance away from the surf. As he perched on the rock, he leaned back,
arching as he did so.
Hermione whimpered and dropped to her knees.
She was vaguely aware of a slight tingle between her legs and her breathing
became rapid, her mouth dry. She thought that he was the most beautiful thing
she'd ever seen. She was close enough to hear him give a soft sigh and noticed
that as he did so, he became more and more apparently aroused.
Merlin!
Hermione was dying to know what he was thinking, what was affecting him so.
She secretly hoped that she had something to do with it as she had suddenly
come to a profound epiphany.
She wanted him. She wanted him badly.
Severus moved suddenly and the next thought that occurred to her gave her
pause. What if he caught her peeping at him? She didn't think she would be able
to stand the mortification. Making her way hurriedly back to the house, she
prayed that he didn't see her. In her haste, she didn't notice that she'd
dropped her shawl by the grove of trees.
Severus walked leisurely over to his clothes and as he bent to pick them up,
he noticed a bright shawl lying on the sand next to a tree. Taking it in his
hands, he lifted it uphis his face and inhaled deeply. Her scent clung to the
material. He allowed himself a satisfied smile.
Whistling as he got dressed, he made his way back to the house.
Had he not been so wrapped up in his own thoughts he might have noticed a
pair of eyes peering at him from behind another distant clump of trees. They
were narrowed and had he stepped closer, Severus would have seen that they were
a brighky bky blue colour.
And they looked very angry.
To be continued . . .
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Author's note: I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. A
naked Sevvie! (sigh)
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