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Chapter Five – Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold

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Severus left his chambers in the foulest of moods. Malfoy would pay for this; he would get what was coming to him.

Severus’ anger was pulsating off him in waves, affecting the atmosphere around him as he stormed through the dark, damp corridors of the dungeons.

How dare he! How dare that snivelling boy of a man lay a finger on her, harm even a single her on her head!

Poppy’s medical report replayed in his head, haunting him and reminding him of the horrific image Hermione’s broken form painted, her words played over and over driving his anger to another level:

“Mild Concussion, lacerations to the forehead, severe bruising on her wrists, bite marks to her neck and breasts, general bruising on her body as well as slight bruising in intimate areas.”

Severus finally understood what it was like to see red.

Whatever Malfoy had done to Hermione portrayed that Draco had an unfathomable amount of malicious intent towards causing Hermione harm. Hermione’s injuries more than attested to that.

Once piece of Poppy’s report kept taunting Severus bringing forth violent images, as they flashed before his intense charcoal eyes.

“…bruising in intimate areas.”

If Poppy’s assessment of Hermione’s health was as accurate as he knew it to be, Malfoy was looking at charges of attempted rape, or rape itself. He didn’t know which but he hoped it was the former.

Severus prayed to Merlin, Nimune and every other deity that Malfoy hadn’t succeeded, she had already withstood his abuse, how would she deal with something like that?

With all these thoughts consecutively flitting through his mind Severus stopped on one thought, one question… How did she get away?

Severus knew what Lucius had been like when he was Draco’s age, he still had very vivid nightmares of Lucius’ behaviour at the deatheater revels, and Lucius would have no doubt taught his son and heir everything he knew.

Lucius would have drilled Draco not to be careless, to make sure he got what he wanted without a hitch in his plan, a hitch like his ‘victim’ escaping.

So Hermione’s escape was a mystery, a miracle but nonetheless a mystery.

Severus quickly rounded the final corner, swiftly making his way to the now exposed portrait concealing the head dormitory. With a flick of his wrist the portrait opened of its own accord and granted him access, being a member of staff had its perks.

With clenched fists Severus entered the entrance room, the faint smell of blood hit his nostrils momentarily. Severus’ head swam with memories of a different time and a different him, memories triggered by the smell of blood and the sight that lay before him.

The once homely and elegant entrance room was a shambles, remains of broken furniture cast eerie shadows around the room from the sparse light source the dimly lit wall lights created.

The room was much darker than it usually was, the large elegant hearth having being extinguished depriving the room of not only it light but its cheerful warmth. Severus raised his hand and ignited the fire, the wall lights brightened considerably giving the professor more light to take in his surroundings.

Severus was shocked by what he saw, the first thing that he registered was the ruby red liquid droplets that he knew to be blood splatter, Hermione’s blood, he reminded himself. Pulling his eyes away from the dried red stains he observed the room, his stomach twisting into knots as he inspected the damage.

Shards of wood were all that remained of the coffee table, the piece of furniture obviously being fragmented on impact, the displaced pieces of wood had marred the plush sofa and chairs ripping it fabric. The four house tapestries were ripped and clinging to the ceiling with dear life, holding on with the minuscule of threads.

Severus’ pale complexion was tinged with green and red, a decidedly festive colouring appearing at the most inappropriate of times.

The scene before him was reminiscent of the death eater attacks, it made him sick to his stomach.

Suddenly Severus heard movement from the far side of the room, the movement was punctually followed by a faint groan, but it was loud enough for Severus to detect and locate.

Severus’ noted that the groan came from the stairs leading to the head girl and boy’s bedrooms.

Severus none too quietly made his way to the stairs to see a rather beaten a bruised blonde boy...Malfoy. Severus felt a surreal sense of pride and happiness at the dishevelled state of the boy.

Severus’ intense black eyes met Draco’s grey ones; the faint sense of recognition portrayed in the boys eyes was followed by the famous smirk.

“Should have known you’d come, godfather” Draco coughed out, a small amount of blood appearing.

Severus narrowed his eyes at the boy he had tried to protect for so long.

“Let me guess, the mudblood came running to you did she? Did she throw herself at you like a common whore from Knockturn Alley?” Draco said attempting to sit up, he was stopped by Severus’ wand pointing at his Jugular.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t just kill you now! Tell me why I shouldn’t just kick your arse for what you have done to her!” Severus growled.

Draco gave a bitter laugh “How sweet, come to get revenge did you? Do you really want a piece of her that much that you’re going to be her hero? It’s too much trouble for a piece of pussy if you ask me. ” Draco eyed Severus looking for some sort of reaction, unsurprisingly he never found one.

In the blink of an eye Severus grabbed Draco by the collar of his shirt pulling him to his feet, before he violently threw him at the opposing wall.

“Is that all she was to you, a vessel to stick your cock into? A glorified whore!” Severus said twisting Draco’s arm up his back, pulling it higher and higher. Severus watched in sick fascination as Draco began to writhe against the wall, and yet no sound left the boy. With one final tug Severus heard the sickening sound of bones breaking.

Draco laughed again “Isn’t that all women are good for?” It was more of a statement that a question but Severus answered him anyway.

“You are severely mistaken if that is what you believe.” Severus grabbed the back of Draco platinum blonde hair, pulling it tightly until his face was pulled off its resting position against the wall.

With a calm voice deceiving the anger that radiated through him Severus spoke, smashing Draco’s head against the wall with every word he spoke.

“Hermione. Is. Not. A. Whore!”

Draco spat more of the gathered blood from his mouth before giving a mocking laugh, “Yeah you’re right there, she is the shittest fuck I’ve ever had, she so frigid your fucking welcome to her. You know I had to find someone else that could service me, turns out that the Gryffindor Know-it-all doesn’t actually know it all!” With that Severus’ fist connected violently with Draco’s jaw, the familiar sound of its dislocation heightened in the disconcertingly silent room.

“You’re an absolute fuck wit Snape! You’ll never get her, ever! It’s almost tempting to plead forgiveness and get her back just so you can’t have her.”

Severus’ eyes flashed with rage “You’ll never get her back, Malfoy!” he growled into his ear, his wand still pressed into the blonde boys back.

“I beg to differ Snape; you see I can be quite… Persuasive, when I need to be. I’m a Slytherin for a reason. All it would take would be a bit of wooing and grovelling at her mudblooded feet, telling her how sorry I am and she’d take me back.”

“You’ll never get her; I’ll make sure of it. You will never get the chance to touch her again! Do you hear me! Lay a finger on her and you die.” With a powerful surge of rage Severus slammed Draco’s head against the wall, the impact almost drowning out the final words of the unconscious boy.

But Severus heard them, and they haunted him.

“Watch me…”

*****

Severus stared down at the boy before him; Draco Malfoy was his god son, a boy who had grown up in the most horrific home for a child, sure they had money, but there was no love lost in the Malfoy family. He had tried to reverse the effects of his dear old daddy, and it seemed to have worked when Draco seamlessly switched sides in the war. And yet now Severus knew it all to be a lie, the boy was vindictive and spoke with such venom it both boiled and chilled Severus’ blood all at once.

With one final look at Draco’s unconscious form, Severus cast a Mobilicorpus and a full body bind and levitated the body towards the room’s now blazing orange and gold hearth. Severus took a hand full of the floo powder throwing it into fire, watching as the flames changed to the familiar emerald green flames. Stepping into the fire, Severus waited none too patiently for Draco’s body to float into the fire.

With a clear and concise voice Severus spoke his destination “The Headmaster’s office.”

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Albus Dumbledore paced around his cluttered office; Minerva sat on his worn sofa staring worryingly at her life partner.

“Albus, please sit down, your pacing will not help the matter at hand.” She said pouring tea into the tiny china cups, sugaring it to Albus’ taste before she pushed the cup at him incessantly, until he grasped the drink from her hands.

Albus’ face was furrowed as he took his seat opposite Minerva, his blue eyes were noticeably twinkle-less, instead filled with worry and anxiety.

“Severus’ will be here soon enough Albus, he’s had a lot to take in, and Mr Malfoy’s behaviour will be more unacceptable to him than it already is.” She said her lips creating a thin line as she too fought to keep the logical thinking.

It would be so easy for her to be lost in the emotional stigma attached to Hermione, she was her favourite student. She knew that teachers weren’t supposed to have favourites but they all did.

“I worry about him Minnie, Severus’ is more powerful than he realises, I’m afraid I do not know if it was the right thing to let him go, he will be unable to restrain himself. He isn’t aware of it, but he has already accepted Hermione as his, she is part of his psyche now. Anyone who threatens her threatens him also.” Albus said softly staring down into the cup of warm brown liquid, Minerva never answered only nodded in agreement.

The room was silent as each of them became lost in their own thoughts.

The order had been notified of Hermione’s attack, several of the Auror’s demanded he be taken to Azkaban instantly, but Albus knew that it wasn’t following protocol. It was ultimately Hermione’s decision as to what happened to Draco Malfoy; at the very least he would be detained at the ministry over night until Hermione was able to come to a decision.

The silence was broken by Minerva, her worries being inadvertently voiced.

“What about Mr Weasley and Potter, Albus? What do we tell them? Hermione is going to have to rest for the next few days to recuperate, they will notice her absence.”

Albus gave a grim smile, “I’m afraid I do not know the answer to that. I’ll have Severus ask her when she wakes. As for her sleeping arrangements, I feel it unwise to move her from the dungeons. Severus’ rooms have more protection than is necessary, she is safest there.”

Minerva’s heart hurt, she knew Albus was right, but she wanted Hermione back where she belonged; in Gryffindor Tower.

Just then the flames in Albus’ fireplace turned green, suddenly Severus’ emerged from the flames, wiping soot of his suit, he knew it was pointless as he still had Hermione’s blood all over him, but nonetheless he did it anyway.

He heard Minerva gasp as she spotted Draco’s unconscious body fall unceremoniously to the floor, the impact sounding like a tonne of bricks.

The fall to the floor roused Draco from his unconscious state, he fought with the restricting body binds, giving up when he registers 3 pairs of eyes staring at him.

“Severus…” Albus started only to be cut of mid-sentence.

“Albus, I believe the house elves will have a chore trying to re-establish the head dorm. As for Mr Malfoy here, he was simply harmed in the struggle that is apparent in the room. I am however unsure more so now, how Her… Miss Granger escaped.”

Albus knew that Severus wasn’t being wholly truthful, the man had obvious exacted his own punishment on the boy, but after the events that had transpired at the hands of the boy, Albus couldn’t bring himself to chastise him for it.

“Severus’ you may call her Hermione, as for Mr Malfoy, Kingsley will be coming with Tonks to escort him to the Ministry until Hermione has made her decision regarding his punishment.”

Severus’s nodded reluctantly before muttering to himself “Should be given the dementor’s kiss, Azkaban is too good for the scum.” Albus chuckled darkly.

“As right as you are it is not our choice what happens to him.” Albus said approaching Severus’, placing his hand on his shoulder reassuringly.

With a few more exchanged words between himself and the headmaster Severus made his excuses and made his way to his quarters to check on Hermione.

*****

Upon entering his chambers Severus made his way immediately to the bedroom, where he knew Hermione to be.

He stood in the doorway of his bedroom routed to the spot at what he saw; Hermione was laid on his bed, her chocolate brown curls fanned out on the pillow creating a halo around her heart shaped face. Her face was clean and swelling free thanks to Poppy, her soft complexion slightly pale in the moonlight.

Severus’ tentatively approached the side of the bed she was laid on, an unfamiliar force pulling him to her.

He stared down at her petite yet curvaceous body, the once clingy satin of her cocktail dress had been transfigured into a silk camisole set, the dusk pink colour adding to the picture of beauty Hermione created. The silk fabric clung to Hermione’s womanly shape, and Severus’ could make out the tops of her perky breasts, the thin straps having fallen off her shoulder.

Without thinking Severus’ leant forward and lifted the strap back to its original resting place, his large calloused hands skimming Hermione’s soft, supple skin.

The contact of skin on skin roused Hermione from her sleep like state. Her eyes flickered open in time to see Severus stand before her, the moon shining behind him illuminating his pale face, his dark eyes gazing at her intently.

Hermione should have been scared but she wasn’t, she felt an odd sense of comfort. Even before she opened her eyes, she knew it was him. She could smell the spices that surrounded him, and that little something that was distinctly him.

She gaze back at him her amber eyes meeting his, she saw his hand in her peripheral vision as he reached out to her, his hand cupping her face. She nuzzled closer to his hand as his thumb stroked her cheek, a small blush appearing at her body’s response to his decidedly intimate contact.

As quick as Severus’ hand touched her face, Hermione’s own small hand touched his chest, she could feel the dried stain of blood, she could see the dark red colouring faintly in the moonlight.

“Are you hurt?” Hermione whispered, Severus merely shook his head, unwilling to speak in case it broke the connection he was feeling, with the girl, no woman before him.

Severus’ cleared his throat softly before he decided to speak, “How are you feeling?” his voice was soft, calming and comforting. Hermione smiled softly.

“Better, I have you to thank for that, you found me.” She said her hand reaching for Severus’ free one, he watched in awe as she held his hand and kissed the back of it. He never spoke.

All to soon he turned away, his inner dialogue ruining the moment, the fear that it was his actions that caused her pain to be inflicted upon her.

Hermione returned to his bed watching as Severus made his way through a doorway, the door locking behind him, the sound of running water confirmed that the door led to an ensuite bathroom.

Hermione lost track of time staring at the door, she was aware that she could not fall back asleep until he emerged. When he finally came out Hermione observed him, his hair was still damp, hanging softly in his face, but not enough to block his gaze of her. He stood in silk pyjama bottoms, his top interestingly absent.

Hermione gasped at the sight of his chest, she could recall the feel of it under her hand, and she knew the professor had to be in good form to lift her as if she weighed nothing, but she hadn’t expected him to be so… fit? Beautiful? She didn’t know, but it was as if his stomach and chest had been carved from the finest porcelain. His abs were more defined than any she had ever seen on the front of muggle magazines, she noticed a small black symbol on his right breast, a tattoo. She studied the symbol, recognising it as Chinese; she whispered its meaning to herself quietly…

“Warrior”

Severus heard, and nodded his head slightly confirming her whispered statement.

Hermione’s attention was suddenly drawn away to the professor’s navel, although his chest has been hairless, Hermione spotted the familiar trail of ebony hairs leading downwards into his pyjama bottoms. Her gaze was fixated on this part of him, until he moved towards the door way, he back having been turned to her.

She saw the scars, the silvery white lines that crisscrossed along his back, Hermione felt a wave of anguish wash over, but she was drawn back when she saw he was leaving.

“Where are you going?” she asked in a timid voice, almost afraid to ask.

Severus never turned around his voice was still soft and low as he spoke “It is unwise I stay in a room with a student… Miss Granger” Severus responded.

Hermione immediately left the bed approaching the professor, laying a hand on his bicep softly, Severus startled at the unexpected contact.

“Please… Don’t leave me” Hermione said her large eyes shining with unshed tears “I don’t want to be alone… you make me feel… safe” Severus could hear her voice breaking at the small confession. Sighing softly he turned to face her, Albus’ words popped into his head, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to ignore her. He knew that what he was feeling was wrong, she was a student, his student, he was her teacher… and yet he couldn’t bring himself not to embrace her, comfort her and protect her.

He raised his hand to her face once more, his thumb stroking away the slowly falling tears, her eyes were down cast, he knew she was unsure of the situation, but so was he.

Taking the lead he led her to the bed.

“Hermione…” Hermione startled at the use of her given name “This isn’t wise, but I will agree to it, if… you remain on your side of the bed, is that agreed?” Hermione gave a soft smile, before nodding her head and climbing into the covers of the large four poster bed.

Severus made his way to the opposing side of the bed, watching as she settled herself against his pillows.

Climbing in beside the young witch Severus closed his eyes, unable to look at her.

“Good Night… Severus” Hermione said yawning softly before closing her eyes.

“Good night, Hermione.”

Severus lay for a while unable to sleep just listening to the soft sound of Hermione’s breathing, he could see the steady rise and fall of her chest, the scent of vanilla filling his senses lulling him into a sleepy state.

His last thought before his world plunge into darkness, was how his name sounded coming from her perfectly pink cupid bow lips.

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A/N: So I think this is the longest chapter so far… I hope you all liked it. Let me know what you think.

Madam Dragon: I don’t realise I have created so many twists a turns, but hopefully you will like a few, I think it’s what keeps the story interesting, I don’t want it to be too predictable.

Weeping_ Angel: I believe he will be getting a lot if Sev has anything to do with it

HarryGinny4eva: I’m glad you liked the last line, I thought it was appropriate. The words were quite shocking but I needed them to be, he’s been an arse in this chapter too, he’ll get everything that’s coming to him.

Sassy_ p : Evelyn is such a pretty name, I’m glad you like that story, and I was worried about the missing piece thing, I don’t want it to be too smushy… yet.

Moodysavage: Snape can only get angrier, and possibly possessive?

Irisheather: Its going to have to be a partnership, do you think they can do it?

Slytheringriffendor21: I updated : ) Hope you liked the chapter.

I always love hearing your thoughts and ideas.

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