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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: My lovely beta Loki God of Evil managed to tackle one more chapter ^_^
"I appreciate you bringing me here so early in the morning, Mr Potter."
"Yes," mumbled Harry. He was still sleepy and not overly happy to be dragged to Hogwarts at these early morning hours and especially as a nanny to one Lucius Malfoy. For someone on house arrest, the man really had too much influence.
Poppy saw them and approached hastily, whispering in a low voice. "Harry, Mr Malfoy, I am afraid you came here for nothing. You can't visit now."
"Why?"
"What happened?"
The two questions came simultaneously. Poppy smiled, two pairs of worried eyes stared back at her. Pressing her finger to her lips she beckoned them to follow her, pointing to the improvised door. Through the gap, they could see Severus Snape laying down as was recently know. The man looking scarily thin with skin as yellow as parchment. He was barely breathing. Hermione was sitting on the chair, both of her hands clutching Snape's left hand, her head was resting in the crook of her hand. She was sleeping.
"Rough night?" asked Malfoy.
"I'd say so. She didn't call me so I guess it was more of post-cruciatus tremor," Replied Poppy. Lucius nodded with understanding.
"Is she resting at all?" Harry was evidently worried about his friend more than the professor.
"She's barely leaving his side. I'm seriously thinking about placing a cot for her as well."
Harry wasn't sure if she was joking or not.
"You have a very dedicated friend, Potter."
"Bit too dedicated. Poppy do you think she could be replaced with someone half of the time?"
"She could if she would allow it."
"I don't understand…" Harry shook his head in frustration. "I know I asked her to be next to him at the beginning because it was necessary. She was more of a bodyguard than anything else, but there is no need for that now, surely?"
"She also needs healing, don't you think, Harry?" Quipped Poppy sharply.
"How is she going to heal while playing a nurse?" He intoned.
"Do you doubt my methods?" Poppy frowned and Harry backed away. Matron was scary when she was angry.
"N-no. I don't doubt your methods at all." He sounded unsure though.
"Good." She replied. "As you can see they are resting. Now, off you go!" She said and motioned them from the infirmary. Turning to check on the couple behind the bi-folding privacy screen, she went to tend to the other ill patients in the hospital wing.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
The sixth year was…not what he would expect. He was working diligently, avoiding Potter, Black and their followers at all costs. Especially the dog one and his werewolf friend.
The place where his heart used to be was black, empty and hollow. Anger, bitterness, and hatred had gathered in the pit of his stomach mostly because of them but also because of everything else that plagued him.
At least he was good at what he knew, and that kept him focused. By now, Snape knew more about the different types of potion than his head of house did. It probably helped that the Malfoys had been providing him with a place to practice over the summer months as well as furnishing him with all the books he could read, wasting the knowledge that they possessed had actually proved beneficial. And not just in potions! His occlumency was getting better by the day, he'd even started to learn Legilimency. In fact, he'd discovered he had a natural talent for it.
Snape would be eighteen soon and all this would be but a distant memory. For now though and in his mind, it was New Years Eve and he was alone in the dungeons. The fire down here was comfortable, lighting the dark space with an ambient glow. He was comfortable and reading. Yes! This was how he prefered it, to be alone and undisturbed. There were still emotions running rampant through his troubled mind. He wasn't completely devoid of life and humanity. Because, there was hatred and bitterness, anger, and lust. Lily, it had always boiled down to Lily. He loved her, and at the same time, he hated her. She was the best thing in his life but she was also his curse.
She was selfish, spoiled and uptight and furthermore, she was cruel! But regardless, she was with Potter now. And he couldn't stand that fact. He curled his lip up and sneered, she deserved a wanker like Potter. He'd use her for sure, maybe break her heart too and then he would be there, to pick up the pieces afterwards.
The pressure increased.
Almost everyone in his house talked about blood supremacy. And even if he winced every time the word "mudblood" was used, it was commonplace to hear this phrase used so often nowadays. They wanted him to join in. It was an honour really, after all, he was half-blood. But he was also the future Lord Prince, and as such he was in high regard of his fellow classmates because of that. Still, he showed reluctance.
If he wanted her back in his life, he would have to tread carefully. But for now, as stalemate would be a good option.
Darkness hissed. That was a bad decision!
Don't do it! You fool! He was losing his mind. In this…hell…he was losing his mind. A female voice again, calling him by name. Taunting him. A reminder of what he could never have. Good! Losing one's mind is good! It cannot hurt if you don't care, right?
He was in his home. It was January 9th and he was tediously installing bookcases along the walls of the living room. He left the furniture, it was at least serviceable, and he didn't need more than that. He lined the bookshelf with the books he already had but they barely cover a small portion of one shelf. Pitiful really considering how talented he is but what choice has he got?
And now, he was finally free to pursue his love for knowledge the way he'd always wanted. In this house, none the less, out of spite.
"Happy birthday to me," he muttered.
"Indeed." He jumped at the voice, turning on the spot with his wand in his hand.
Lucius was standing on the doorstep snickering. "You should lock your door, or at least ward them."
"In this neighbourhood, it is the only invitation for thieves."
"Yes." Lucius had a face like he could smell something particularly vile. His nose had turned up slightly. "This is a dump, and it won't do."
"Do for what?" Snape enquired crestfallen.
"Your birthday party, of course! Now…"
"I wasn't planning on…"
His words were cut off before he had a chance to finish his sentence.
"I know, I was. Come, really it would be a shame for my present to go to waste."
"Lucius." He exhaled. But Lucius grabbed him, apparating the both of them to his posh London flat.
Narcissa was there and one other witch. They were chattering pleasantly, and he knew the other woman. He'd seen her at Malfoy parties before. She belonged to one of the pureblood families, an old family but poor nonetheless. The only reason he'd noticed her in the first place was that the girl had a red shine to her hair and moss green eyes. She was certainly shorter and rounder than Lily. They weren't alike at all but he still noticed her.
"I bring the birthday boy! Can you believe that he had an atrocious idea of celebrating his birthday by planning how to fill his bookshelf?"
A few titters were heard but none were at Snape's expense. It was light-hearted humour.
"And you didn't tell him?"
"Tell me what?"
"My dearly departed father left a good portion of his private library to you." Malfoy commented, "He thought that I would feel ashamed if he gave those books to you, seeing that you are a more talented potioneer than I'll ever be." He sighed with mock despair. "But you are, you have a natural talent my friend, and there is no competing with that."
"Lucius, where are your manners?" Narcissa smiled. "Severus, this is Morgana."
"I am honoured to finally meet you." The witch smiled, offering her hand.
"The honour is mine, Milady." He nods cruelly, observing Lucius out of the edge of his eye. His friend has a sneaky look about his person.
The women were sitting on a two cushion settee so he and Lucius occupied the other, across from them. Conversation was polite, empty but he was on a high alert. Suddenly, Morgana excused herself and Narcissa asked them to prepare drinks for all. They obliged, fussing around the liquor table he hissed under his breath.
"What are you doing?"
"Do you like your gift?"
"She is a gold digger. And I am far away from my inheritance. Or had you forgotten to mention that little detail?"
"As a matter of fact, I did not. She is from a respectable family, and she wants to restore its glory. It doesn't have to happen fast. Besides, she fancies you."
"I'm sure of it." He let the poison slip from his tongue. "The Lady would be thrilled to show up at some important event, on my elbow."
"You would be surprised, my friend." Lucius sounded overly cheerful. "No one says you have to marry her."
"And what am I supposed to do with her? I've seen sharper letter openers."
Lucius looked at him with a raised eyebrow and grinned at Snape's timeless sarcasm.
He was at a loss, what the hell was he suppose to do with the boring, airheaded, pure-blooded Lady?
Sitting arrangements had changed. Lucius took his place next to Narcissa, they were whispering, planning their wedding. So, Morgana sat next to Snape, smiling at him. He scoffed at her as she chattered about social gossip.
Bored out of his mind, his eyes had begun to wander. It didn't help that her robe was flashy, modern in cut, and displayed a good portion of her reach cleavage. His eyes, naturally and involuntarily had flickered to her breasts, it was unavoidable really.
The house elf had popped up, and very quickly, he handed a note to Lucius then excused himself just as quickly. Both Lucius and Narcissa had read the note and after, they got up and excused themselves, leaving Snape alone with Morgana.
He was uncomfortable, it was plain to see. He had no idea what to say to her or what to do and there was nothing he hated more than idle chat or small talk. He froze, back muscles stiff. Her unwelcome hand was on his thigh.
Don't you do it you fool! Don't you dare!
Lost. If you do it all will be lost! Gone, like your mind. His mind. But even dead he was still a man. He was corruptible.
He was flickering, wavering. He just couldn't resist the temptation laid before him. He could before. He always could but he chose not to! That's why he was reliving this moment now. His choice. It was the wrong choice! Did he sell his soul…his love…for this moment of lust? He deserved it, this hell! He deserved it!
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
The sound had snapped her from her slumber. When had she fallen asleep again?
The sound again, it was coming from him. Hermione glanced at the wall and noticed that his heart rate was elevated, his blood pressure too, but nothing too alarming. Lowering her eyes to look at him, she was observing and watching for any signs of distress, but there was none this time. He was breathing a little faster than usual, but his face was calm, even serene.
She was still worried though, and she bit her lower lip, thinking. Standing up to take a better look at him. His lips were parted slightly, but his face was indeed serene. And again, he made that same sound. To Hermione, it resembled a soft moan, but he was in no pain as far as she could see. She sat down, confused. Her eyes flickered from his face, to take in his whole figure and then back to his face. And then her eyes, they had widened in sheer panic at what she could see.
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