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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20869 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Discaimer: See Chapter 1
Sorry for the long wait. I've got plenty to post, and have been putting it up elsewhere, I just wasn't sure that anyone was still reading it on this site.

After decades of teaching Minerva McGonagall rarely found herself truly surprised any more. But the sight of the normally dry and irritable man crouched in front of her, cradling the unconscious girl carefully in his arms had astounded her beyond anything. Maybe I am mistaken. Is there truly more to this than meets the eye? Her mouth fell open slightly as Snape brushed Hermione's hair back from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek, apparently oblivious to Minerva's continued presence in the room. What is he doing?
When she had overheard the disgusting conversation between the two death-eaters posing as teachers, she had gone from horrified to disbelieving in a matter of seconds. To think that Severus Snape would be capable of treating a student in such a way seemed at first laughable. The man had never shown interest in a woman since… well… as far back as she could remember, and his contempt and loathing towards the entire student body almost convinced her it was all one horrible joke.
But then doubt had crept in as she remembered how he had turned out to be a traitor, killing Dumbledore and showing his true allegiance. If he was capable of that, of following a madman and taking part in the heinous acts perpetrated by Voldemort's followers, then maybe it was possible that he could hold a girl against his will and force himself on her, as the Carrows had so gleefully been suggesting. She knew there was no way she could let it go without finding out for herself.
He would have probably convinced her of his innocence if she hadn't caught the way he had continually glanced towards the bottom of the stairs leading up to his chambers. That, and his unusual inability to control his the expressions that had crossed his face in the course of the conversation had convinced her that he was kidding something. He'd expressed more differing emotions in the course of one conversation that she could remember seeing in the whole of their acquaintance. What had made him so… discomposed?
Then she had looked at the parchment she had been about to hand him. There was no way she would forget Hermione Granger's handwriting. She had read more written by that girl than four of five other students put together, and had always looked for her neat script so she could put the girl's work to the bottom of the pile, leaving the best until last.
The sly glances and a glimpse of a poorly concealed signal aimed at an apparently empty wall, and she'd put two and two together and realised that the Carrow's had indeed been telling the truth. The moment she'd ended the concealment around the girl the situation had gone from dangerous to bizarre and now she was watching, incredulously, as realisation began to dawn upon her. Snape… he cared for the girl…? Or was there another explanation for the scene before her.
She winced as Snape pressed his hand to a spot of the back of the girl's head and pulled it away again, a few spots of blood on his fingers. She hadn't meant to hit the girl with her spell, much less have her fly into the cupboard and hit her head. The charm had been aimed at Snape, but the girl had thrown herself in front at the last second, screaming his name. She narrowed her eyes in thought as she thought back over the events of the last few minutes. Had she missed something? Or was his control over the girl so complete that she would throw herself in front of an unknown spell for him?
***flashback***
Minerva had paused only for a moment to look at the shocked girl still pressed against the wall, before she spun back to Snape, her wand now pointed at him. He seemed at frozen as her, uncertainty written clearly across his face.
"Get behind me, Miss Granger," she snapped, expecting the girl to obey immediately. She didn't take her eyes off the dark man standing behind his desk.
"Professor Snape…? She heard Hermione say.
Snape was still facing the girl, completely ignoring her outstretched wand.
"Quickly please, Miss Granger!"
Still the girl did not move, and Minerva risked a glance over to her. The girl was returning Snape's gaze, a look of indecision on her face. What is she doing? What has that bastard done to her?
"What do I do?" she questioned Snape.
Snape frowned. "What do you wish, Hermione? We could end this now, if that is what you want." His voice was strangely subdued. Minerva continued to observe them silently as a myriad of emotions passed over the girl's face.
"If I left you… he would…"
"Yes, that is still the likely outcome, perhaps even more so since he now expects you to make sure he gets what he wants." He paused. "He could do nothing to me that I do not deserve, ten times over. The decision is yours, girl."
Minerva listened curiously to his cryptic words. Obviously Hermione had understood them better than she, for she looked from one Professor back to the other before nodding gravely. The girl stepped towards Minerva, and she caught the way Snape's face fell momentarily, before becoming resigned. Then he quickly schooled it carefully back into indifference.
Minerva kept her eyes locked on Snape, sure that he would do something to stop her, so she was surprised when she felt Hermione's hand on her wand arm, pressing it down gently, as if wanting her to lower it.
"Please, Professor," she asked. "There's no need for this."
What's the girl doing? Does he have her under the Imperius curse? "I assure you there is every need, Miss Granger. I assume you know what this man is, what he has done?"
"No, please, it's not what you think. He's not what you think. He's done it all to help us."
Minerva scoffed at her words. "I find that highly unlikely. What have you done to her, Severus? She asked coldly. "The Imperius curse? Or did you slip her some vile potion?"
Snape's eyes shifted almost imperceptibly so she knew she had hit on the truth.
"Professor, please let us explain," Hermione pleaded.
"There's nothing to explain, girl. He's obviously done something to you to force you to stay with him. I will not allow it to continue. I will remove you by force, if necessary." She locked eyes with Snape, who was watching Hermione with a strange expression.
"I can't leave him, Professor," she said apologetically, removing her hand from Minerva's arm and walking towards Snape.
Minerva was astonished to see an almost tender look cross Snape's face as he held out his hand to the girl. No! I will not let this happen. Quickly, as Hermione stepped around the desk, giving her a clear shot at Snape, she flourished her wand, disarming an unsuspecting Snape wordlessly. Hermione whirled round as Minerva cast another spell his way, this time to stupefy him so that she would have a chance to spirit the girl away.
"No!" the girl screamed, as she flung herself in front of Snape, taking the full strength of the blast. The force of the spell and her own momentum carried her past Snape and she crashed into one of the cupboards behind the desk, hitting her head hard on one corner. Snape stood frozen in shock for one second before rushing over to the girl with an inarticulate cry, pulling her into his arms.
"Hermione…" he whispered. "You foolish girl."
***end flashback***
Several moments lingered in her mind more than others. Snape had given the girl the choice, stay or leave. Why would he do such a thing, unless she was truly here of her own free will? No… it's a trick. He's a master at manipulation… he managed to convince Albus of his good intentions and look what happened. But the look on Snape's face when he though Hermione had chosen to leave him… he'd seemed to truly believe she was abandoning him, and for a second he'd almost appeared… crushed.
Snape lifted the girl into his arms, turning to her. "Well, don't just stand there, Minerva. Help me with her."
Minerva started at his words, she'd been so lost in contemplation. With her wand she quickly lifted a chair that was standing in front of the desk down on to the main part of the floor, and transfigured it into a small bed. Snape moved round the desk as carefully as he could, before laying Hermione down.
"What did you hit her with?" he asked, gently arranging the girl's limb's so she looked more comfortable. Minerva noted how comfortable he seemed touching her, when he'd always been someone to shy away from any contact.
"I didn't m…" she began to protest, but at Snape's glare her words faltered. "It was only a Stupefy. How bad is her head?"
"It only seems to be a superficial cut. I don't believe it is serious…"
"Then a simple Enervate…
"There are… there may be… complications. Miss Granger has had to be Obliviated, on several occasions. I do not want to risk forcing her to become conscious is there is any possibility of injury to her head. I believe it would be safer to let her wake on her own."
"Obliviated…why? What have you been doing to the girl, Severus? If you have been forcing her to…"
"I will not discuss it until Miss Granger is conscious again, Minerva. I will not risk you misunderstanding the situation, and you need to hear for yourself that I have not forced her into any of this."
Snape stood suddenly, walking round his desk to pull a phial out from the top drawer. "A general healing potion," he said in answer to her questioning glance. He returned to the bed, stooping down to retrieve his wand from where it had fallen. When he stood again he shot her a dark glance that made her clutch tightly the wand still in her hand. She'd almost forgotten who she was dealing with in her concern for the girl.
Snape move back to sit beside Hermione on the bed. "Help me lift her," he said.
Minerva hesitated. She'd have to put her wand down to lift the girl upright so he could give her the potion. Could she trust him enough?
"Merlin's balls, Minerva, haven't you realised by now I'm not going to hurt you or the girl?"
She raised her eyebrows at his tone, but noticed the concerned look on his face as he held Hermione. Oh gods, I hope this isn't a mistake. She tucked her wand up her sleeve and sat down on the other side of the bed to Snape. Between the two of them they sat her up carefully, Minerva holding her weight as he lifted her chin, tipping the potion in slowly and stroking her throat to encouraging her to swallow. Eventually the girl had taken all of it and they carefully laid her back against the pillow.
Snape tilted Hermione's head away from him and touched the back of her head where she had been hurt. "It looks fine. We just have to wait for her to wake up now." He stayed seated, watching the girl carefully.
Minerva stood up and began to pace around the room slowly, still furiously contemplating everything she had seen and heard. She was impatient to understand what was going on, but Snape was clearly not going to talk until the girl had woken up.
A few minutes later, Hermione began to stir, moving her head slightly from side to side and grimacing as she struggled back towards consciousness. Minerva stopped pacing where she could see the girl, but kept her distance from the bed as she waited for her to wake fully. Hermione's eyes fluttered open, eventually fixing on Snape who was hanging over her protectively.
"Severus…? She whispered, lifting her hand towards his face.
"I'm here, Hermione," he replied, using his own hand to press hers against his cheek while Minerva looked on at the intimate moment incredulously. "Whatever possessed you to do such a stupid thing?"
"If Professor McGonagall had knocked you out instead there would have been little I could do to stop her taking me away from you. She'd never have believed you weren't controlling me in some way."
"But you could have been seriously hurt. You didn't know what spell she was using."
Hermione shrugged. "She might think badly of you, but I don't think she would have tried to seriously hurt you unless you'd fought back."
Snape was silent for a moment, running his fingers gently over hers as he struggled to speak again. "Hermione, I'm… I apologise for how I spoke to you earlier. I was cruel and my actions were unnecessary. I'm don't know how to…"
She shook her head, pressing her fingers against his lips. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have assumed I understand what you've been through. I should never have said what I did."
Snape made no reply, instead turning his head slightly to press his lips against her wrist. Hermione smiled up at him softly, and then Snape did something Minerva had never seen him do before. He smiled back at her, the expression making him seem far younger.
She turned away, slightly embarrassed and feeling like she was intruding on an intimated moment between two lovers. Clearly there was something going on with the two of them, but she wouldn't have believed it of either of them if she had not witnessed it with her own eyes. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about the idea. Snape was twice the girl's age, and a death-eater to boot, although she couldn't imagine that Miss Granger would be capable of such behaviour if she didn't know something that Minerva herself was unaware of. She must believe that he isn't what he seems. But is she right about him?
Minerva found herself facing the portrait of a snoring Dumbledore. She'd been in this room a few times since Snape had become Headmaster, and had yet to see the old man awake. "Gods, Albus, I could really do with some help on this one," she whispered, not expecting an answer as she glanced back over her shoulder at the two on the bed. "What in Merlin's name is going on here?" She watched as Snape carefully helped Hermione to sit up and swing her legs off the bed.
"I'm sure once Miss Granger has recovered we can discuss the situation until you are satisfied, Minerva, although I must ask that whatever you learn does not leave this room."
She turned back to the painting in surprise.
"Hello, my dear. How have you been?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling.
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