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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

This time, the desk and chairs had been pushed back.

"For trying to escape …"

"Being filthy last night when serving dinner…"

"For making me ask a second time…"

"Because you addressed me incorrectly…again…."

"For trying to ask yet another irritating question…"

He paused.

"Because I… because… I wish it," he hissed.

He turned and stared into the fire while he waited for her cries to die away. The glow from the flames flickered across the lines of his hard face as he watched them impassively. His face was as still and motionless as the mask he sometimes wore, but there was a strange tension in the way he held himself and his hands were curled into tight fists.

Eventually Hermione stilled, and the sobs that had filled the room faded, leaving only the crackle of the fire. Snape slowly turned and, with his wand, repositioned the furniture as it had been before.

Hermione was left on the floor by the desk, all but ignored as Snape opened a draw, pulled out some papers and settled down in the chair to read. Still breathing heavily, she rolled over sluggishly to put her back to him, facing the fire instead, grimacing as she twisted and stretched muscles that were still trembling from the pain. Silently she lay and watched the fire as Snape had moments before, her face as expressionless as his had been, except for the tears that rolled noiselessly across her face and dripped steadily onto the floorboards below her. They mixed with the small of pool of blood that had formed from the trickle that was leaking out of the corner of her mouth.

How long she lay there she did not know, but at some point the tears stopped and her breathing calmed. Snape did nothing but occasionally turn a page and shift slightly in his seat, his eyes carefully averted from the figure crumpled up close to him.

It might have been an hour later, possibly more when Snape finally stood. Hermione, who by this time was beginning to drift into sleep, had only a moments warning before his arms slid under her. He rose again with her in his arms, one below her knees and the other under her arms. She offered no resistance, except to turn her head away from him. He carried her to the chair by the fire, and lowered himself into it with her cradled in his lap.

She continued to look away from him and into the fire as he studied her intently from the side. His gentle behaviour was confusing, and she wasn't sure what new game he was playing with her now. Snape waited patiently until she could ignore him no more, and turned her face towards him questioningly, careful not to look directly at his eyes.

He lifted his hand towards her cheek. She flinched, but Snape paid her no attention and carefully wiped away the last remains of her tears. She flicked her eyes up towards him in astonishment at his tender touch, but he was now tracing his finger gently across her other cheek, and did not see.

Snape reached down into a small pocket on his breast, and opening the single button, he pulled out a black silk handkerchief. He used it to dab at the line of blood that had dried at the corner of her mouth. She shifted slightly on his lap, uncomfortable with the intensity of his attention. Finally noticing her, Snape hooked his finger under her chin and lifted it towards his face. She tensed, thinking he was going to kiss her, and finally looked into his unfathomable eyes.

He held her eyes with his for a moment, then breathed, "Legilimens."

They fell into her mind together. At first they drifted slowly through her recent memories. He watched the torture he had just inflicted on her through her own eyes, felt her anguish. She was prodded towards the remembrance of him lifting up her dress to inspect her side, and the shame she had felt at his cold eyes on her naked skin.

She saw again her first punishment, the long hard hours of work, shivering in the dark, her quiet prayers and plans for release from her captivity. Her terror, mortification and degradation he experienced, and still he searched, but for what she did not know.

He pulled back for a moment, and she suddenly felt something from him, a warm thrum of satisfaction. She tried to disentangle herself from him, but he was too strong and wouldn't let her go. He wanted something else now, she could sense. He nudged memories of Harry into her head, of Ron and the three of them together. He followed the train of her thoughts, trying to push her away from her older memories and searching for the newest ones he could find.

Time and time again he brushed up against the white space where her lost memories should have been. He would move away and try again another way, and yet again he found nothing. Sweat trickled down her back and stood out on her forehead. Her head began to pound and she grew dizzy from the strain. Finally he began to push against the wall, searching for a crack where he could anything that might lead him to Harry. Her efforts to hinder him were useless, he was too proficient a legilimens for her to put up any sort of a fight.

Her vision started to fade, the pressure of him in her head making her delirious, and she swooned. As abruptly as he had entered, he left her, and she reeled from the sudden emptiness inside. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body relaxed against his.

Minutes passed. Eventually Hermione began to come to her senses, and found herself still in Snape's arms. He was watching her carefully. She started to struggle against him, wanting nothing more than to be free of his touch.

He pinned her arms down with his and held her legs still. She soon realised the futility of struggling and stopped, breathing hard. Suddenly, Snape stood up, letting her drop gracelessly to the floor. Hermione looked up at him towering above her with dazed eyes, and he stared back at her with his own implacable ones.

"Get back to work. I have more important things to do than to babysit irritating mudbloods." He dismissed her abruptly, and stepping over her, swiftly left the room.
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