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Forbidden Rapture	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 49897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
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Author's Note:
Hello dear readers!!!
We're coming to the end very soon.
Sorry it took another while for me to post. I was dealing with a couple of work needs and I was having some issues on writer's block because things at home are being such bullshit again. But no worries, nothing I couldn't brush off with some morning coffee and the middle finger. Hahaha.

Hope everyone is doing well.
Keep on track as we nearly come to the end with very few chapters left.
I'm thinking if an epilogue is a must just incase things don't really fit until the last chapte hahaha!!!
How's your week and weekend going?
A gloomy Sunday morning here so inspired to write and all that.
Coffee, rain a bit of cigs and I'm good and all ready to go.
Although I haven't had a drag for months now since there was a nationwide no smoking ban in my country in public places. And i stay out always in a cafe to write and smoke, never at home.
I don't smoke anymore to be honest.
But sometimes, a good drag or two helps ease the day's bullshit don't you think?

Keep your comments and queries coming.

Lots of love
xx

Chapter Sixty Two
A Man's Cry

The door burst open.
Heads quickly turned towards the doorway.
Draco rushed into the room, eyes streaked with tears, face red in anger and his wand in his hand.
“Where is she?!” he yelled at the room. “Where is she?!”
“Draco!” Lucius warningly said standing up from the table.
Draco’s eyes moved around the room realizing that it wasn’t just his mother in their library.
Lucius was there, Bellatrix and Rodolphus were huddled into a corner as Narcissa helped Bella tend to a gash at the side of Rodolphus’ ribs while two more ranking Death Eaters were there seemingly awaiting something from Lucius.
His eyes turned to his father who looked murderously back at him.
“I told you we would use this room this morning.” Lucius said in a restrained tone.
But Draco wasn’t listening.
He strode inside the room with bloodshot eyes and a shaking hand.
He went straight to his mother.
“Where is she?” he asked her unable to restrain tears and the anger welling up inside of him.
Narcissa straightened up and handed Bellatrix the cloth she was holding.
“Draco.” Narcissa warned him quietly, eyeing him in such a way that no one else in the room understood.
“Where.Is.She.” Draco repeated. “You said.. you told me..”
“Come and let’s speak at the other room.” Narcissa said moving to him but Bellatrix grabbed her arm.
They both looked back at her.
“What is this?” Bella asked her turning from Narcissa to Draco. “What is he talking about?”
Mother and son looked at one another.
Draco’s heart was beating fast in both anger and fear.
He didn’t anticipate for Bellatrix to be there.
“Cissy-“
“Some childish whims.” Narcissa quietly said looking at Draco with another cold and warning look.
Bellatrix stared back at her then back at Draco, interest taking over her.
She slowly walked to him, staring deep into his eyes as if looking for something
But she taught him very well on how to repel such magic.
“Draco?” she sweetly asked him. “What is it?”
Draco didn’t answer.
“Draco.” Bella’s voice was slowly turning colder. “Who are you looking for?”
Draco retreated a step as his mother looked his way as if warning him about something that only the two of them understood.
“No one.” Draco said swallowing hard and trying not to blink from her eye contact. “It’s nothing.”
“Nothing sounds something to me.” Bellatrix coldly said turning for him then back to Narcissa.
“Cissy, if your son doesn’t-“
“It’s nothing but childish whims, aunt Bella!” Draco loudly said.
There was that rampant look in his eyes.
She turned back to him with suspicious dark eyes.
“Draco-“
“I promise you it’s nothing.” Draco said clenching his fists. “I haven’t been feeling well.”
A look of worry swept past Bella’s eyes for Draco but it quickly vanished as she turned to her sister, seeking for an explanation on Draco’s behavior.
Determined, unmoving and unblinking, Narcissa stared back at her sister.
“Draco is looking for Miss Parkinson.” Narcissa quietly said. “He heard that her family’s been taken at the second quarters of the Dark Lord.”
Draco didn’t say anything as Bella’s eyes slowly widened in comprehension.
“Oh.” she silkily said. “That family? The one the Dark Lord wishes to use for some assignment..You don’t have to worry about anything dear Draco, they’re going to be at good hands. The Dark Lord promised them they will remain unharmed for as long as his wishes are given.”
Bellatrix smiled at Draco but he still didn’t say anything.
She took a closer look at him with an amused gleam in her eyes.
“Their daughter?” she quietly said. “Yes, I’ve seen their daughter.”
There was evident disgust in her tone that was quickly masked by amusement.
“So this girl.. Pansy, isn’t she called?” Bella sweetly asked moving the tip of her wand along Draco’s face. “You like her? You fancy her?”
“Draco likes fucking her.” Narcissa suddenly said with such cold distaste.
They all stared at her direction.
A mixture of disgust, anger and utter astonishment spread over Draco’s face.
“Really?” Bellatrix asked, more excited this time.
“It’s nothing but some stupid school girl crush.” Narcissa said walking over to Draco. “Come Draco, I need you to do something for me.”
Draco’s stared at his mother and then back at Bellatrix who seemed to love the idea that Draco was now enjoying such pleasures in his life.
His eyes moved to his father who looked both disturbed and shaken as he stared back at his son.
Without another word, he left the room and soon followed her mother back to his own room at the manor.
The moment his bedroom door shut close and locked, Narcissa whirled back at him with her wand.
“Mother-“
“Sit down, Draco.” Narcissa coldly whispered.
She waved her wand to put a strong Silencing Charm and pushed Draco back onto the very large armchair in his bedroom.
“I want to know-“
“You stupid boy.” Narcissa coldly said. “You stupid, stupid – this is exactly what I’m talking about – you’re not thinking – you’re- you’re getting your emotions in the way of things – if you are found out-“
“Please.” Draco begged her. “Please tell me, please tell me she’s safe.”
Narcissa stared down at her own son and the look over her face couldn’t be described.
She looked angry and pitiful and disgusted at the very same time.
The way Draco clenched his fists again and again and the way his lips quivered – Narcissa could just see the worry and grave desperation in her own son’s eyes.
“Mother..” Draco quietly cried at her. “Please..”
Narcissa walked to him and without warning, she slapped him very hard with the back of her hand.
Draco felt like his jaw had moved; but he remained standing still.
“Get yourself together, Draco.” Narcissa warningly told him, hands shaking as she tried to restrain herself from striking again.
He remained still, eyes focused on the floor, hands at his sides.
Narcissa heavily sighed, looking at him with such contempt in her eyes.
She has never been this disappointed and afraid for Draco in such a very long time.
“They ambushed the Order of the Phoenix and the Aurors that attempted to transfer the boy in a safer location..” Narcissa slowly revealed to him unable to stop herself knowing it was the information her son desperately needs.
Draco remained quiet, still but nevertheless, he was listening.
“Injuries partake from both sides.” Narcissa heavily breathed out at him. “I’m sure you’ve noticed your aunt Bella and-“
“I don’t care about her.” Draco quietly said. “I don’t care about them. Not any of them.”
Narcissa stared at him at him and his complete lack of restrain into his inner emotions – something she had tried so hard to train him with his whole life.
“Draco-“
“The girl.” Draco said through gritted teeth. “Where is the girl.”
Narcissa’s eyes gleamed with pure hatred for his outright defiance of her will.
Draco looked up at her, eyes tears-strained and glinting at the same time.
It felt like an eternity before Narcissa even answered Draco’s desperate question.
“Bella said she attacked them.” Narcissa quietly answered him, eyes observing the growing emotions in the boy.
“And?”
“It was pure chaos, Draco-“
“What.Did.She.Do.To.Her.”
Narcissa’s lips pursed as Draco took a step closer her as if threatening her.
Her eyes gleamed back at the ungrateful boy.
”I have yet to know what she did.” Narcissa answered him truthfully. “Bella said she attacked them and had them squarely done over.”
“Squarely done over?” Draco repeated in a frustrated tone.
“She recklessly threw spells, Draco.” Narcissa patiently explained to him as if it was the most normal thing in the world to talk about.
Draco looked up at her with disgusted eyes.
“If she’s hurt them – if she’s hurt her-“
. “She said she was almost quite sure that the pair that she had-“
“I’m going to kill her.” Draco cried out. “I’m going to kill her-“
But before a murderous Draco reached the door, her mother stopped her.
He looked up at her with such hatred in his eyes.
“Let me go.” Draco threateningly said raising his wand at her face. “Mother, please. With all the respect I have left for you-“
But Narcissa didn’t looked threatened at all.
If any, she only looked even more dangerous than Draco had ever seen her.
“I will kill her –“ Draco said through gritted teeth as he cried. “- let me kill her. Let me find her-“
“If you do this, Draco.” Narcissa slowly said pressing her fingers firmly around his wand arm. “If you do this – you will never ever see her again.”
A light of panic passed his eyes as he looked up at his mother.
Narcissa stared back at him.
“If you do this, you will raise suspicion to your aunt Bella – you will endanger yourself, you will endanger our family and most importantly you will endanger her if she lives-“
“I need to find her-“ Draco desperately cried. “You promised me that if I don’t go with them to the ambush you will ensure – you will make sure she is alive-“
“She is a casualty of this war-“
“BUT YOU PROMISED ME!” Draco suddenly yelled at her.
He angrily pushed himself away from her mother and prided her fingers off from his arm.
Narcissa looked back in alarm as he had his wand raised unconsciously.
“Draco-“
“You promised me-“ he cried at her. “You promised me – you said – you told me if I stayed behind – you will deal with – you promised me-“
“I promised you that I will make sure she is protected.” Narcissa repeated. “I promised you Draco but you must understand that this is a war. Casualties – deaths – happen and-“
“If you let me – I told you aunt Bella wouldn’t care! If you had let me with them last night I could have – how could you just watch this happen – I had begged you - if you had let me-“
“If I had let you – then there are two heads on a plate by now.” Narcissa angrily lashed back at him.
Her eyes were suddenly wide in anger that matched that of her son’s.
“She killed her and you let her-“
“You think I wouldn’t even if that wasn’t the case?” Narcissa asked back at him. “Look at you – look at you! You are my son! My dear boy and looked how gravely you’ve fallen from grace for such a stupid Mudblood!”
“I told you not to call her that!” Draco angrily cried at her.
A few lights shot out from his wand but it wasn’t strong enough to make any harm, let alone reach his mother.
“Look at yourself, Draco. You’re a Malfoy. Look how gravely you’ve fallen-“
“We’ve already fallen from grace a very long time ago, mother.” Draco spat back at her. “From the moment that father fucked everything up – from the moment that you – that you-“
“Draco, it is just the two of us – let us not begin a war between the two of us.” Narcissa whispered gently reaching out to him. “Draco-“
“You promised me that you will let her live – you promised me-“
“I promise that if you lower your wand now I will do my best to find out where she is and find out what has happened to her.” Narcissa said reaching to his son to take his wand that was endangering the both of them.
Draco looked conflicted.
His eyes kept darting to the door then to Narcissa then back again.
“Draco, my boy.” Narcissa calmly said this time, her eyes nothing but concern for him. “If you do this now, we will both never find where she is and what has happened to her – but if you give me time- if you let me handle this-“
“You made a promise-“
“And I intend to keep it.” Narcissa slowly said edging him to hand his wand over. “My son, please – give me your wand and let me handle the situation-“
“You will find her?” Draco asked her doubtfully. “You will look for her?”
“I will find her.” Narcissa agreed taking a few more steps towards Draco. “I will do my best to look for her and find her.”
“And you will tell me?” Draco asked her. “You will tell me?”
Narcissa met her son’s gaze.
This time around, Draco waited and hung to every word she had to answer.
His eyes were filled with desperation and fear in them.
He knew that his mother is his only hope into knowing if Hermione was alive.
“I promise.” Narcissa quietly answered him in a deep and serious tone.
Draco cried once more.
“I’m sorry..” Draco quickly inching forward her. “Please.. I can’t lose her.. not just this way.”
A crushing pain passed Narcissa’s chest as she heard those words from her own son she had loved and raised to protect her whole life.
Narcissa heavily sighed and then she closed her eyes and nodded.
“I will tell you.” Narcissa promised him taking one last step forward him. “I promise to tell you everything, Draco.”
She moved and reached for his wand.
Draco gave one last look of doubt before completely succumbing to his feelings.
And as if he wasn’t some seventeen year old boy, he handed his wand over to Narcissa and flung himself in her arms clinging for dear life and crying like a little boy who had just lost his most prized possession.

Hermione was standing outside his laboratory for quite some time before he even noticed her.
She was very quiet and she even looked like she didn’t want to be there.
But she was even if he didn’t ask her.
“Miss Granger.” Snape quietly said as he acknowledge her presence without looking up from the potion he was brewing.
“I thought maybe you haven’t had dinner yet.” Hermione quietly said. “I made some dinner downstairs.”
Snape only mumbled as he continued with the chopping of ingredients.
“Is there.. Is there anything I can do here?” Hermione quietly asked him.
“It’s fine.” Snape quietly replied to her.
Hermione didn’t move from where she was.
She felt that he was avoiding her.
“May I come in?” she asked reluctantly.
Snape didn’t immediately answer but after a while, he nodded at her and let her in the lab.
She slowly and quietly walked in.
She sat at the small couch area in the laboratory where he usually took his naps in the middle of a work he was waiting to boil or something akin to it.
Hermione sat in silence watching him work around.
It was so odd, so awkward.
The indifference between them was growing and she wasn’t sure if it was her fault, his fault or both of their fault.
It has happened more than once and they both swore to themselves it wasn’t going to happena gain.
But it did happen again.
Twice.
Thrice.
Now, they were nearly at the point where it was no longer spoken between them – like sort of understanding.
But it couldn’t be.
He still called her ‘Miss Granger’ and she still respected him and called him by his rightful title.
But what uses were those names if they share the same bed and exchange intimate moments that shouldn’t be?
They have both crossed the line they weren’t supposed to.
Snape had given in to his desires and Hermione – whatever her reason was, had been willingly succumbing herself into it.
More than once could still be called a mistake but to choose to be together for more than that number was already a choice – even if they don’t speak of it.
But that was exactly what Hermione’s problem was – they don’t speak of it.
She didn’t understand it all.
Did it mean something to him?
To her?
Did it mean anything at all or were they using one another to pass their time a t the cottage while they haven’t resolved the problem at hand?
She knew that she wanted to talk about it but she was fearful that Snape didn’t.
And she was scared to humiliate him or intimidate him in some sort of way that would make their situation worse than it already was.
Did he not want to talk about it?
Would talking about it just make things more than overwhelming than it already was?
“Is there anything.. I can help you with?” he quietly asked her after a while.
Hermione’s trail of thoughts expired and she looked up at him with a pale look over her face.
He was asking her now – she had the chance to answer it.
“Is there anything bothering you?” he quietly asked her raising his eyes to her.
Their gazes met.
Hermione just lost her voice again.
“I was just..” Hermione tried to speak, looking for the right words to a situation that wasn’t and never going to be right to begin with.
“Yes?” he asked her.
Even if his voice was calm, quiet and collected, Hermione felt his dominance – that intimidation that was just present and there even when he wasn’t trying to imply it.
“I want to.. I wanted to talk about..” Hermione paused staring at his facial expression.
It was passive.
No, nothing.
Snape was either too occupied with his work or simply didn’t care to what she was trying to say to him.
“Professor Snape.” Hermione said clearing her voice and trying to speak a bit more louder.
“Yes?” Snape asked as he stirred the brewing potion. “You may speak.”
He waited quietly as he brewed the potion.
He knew this was coming.
And despite that he wasn’t prepared for whatever answer he must give to whatever question she would throw, he prepared himself to take in whatever it was she wanted to tell him.
It wasn’t hard to guess anyway what she wanted to talk about.
He just wasn’t sure he could provide her the right answers she may be looking for.
“Professor Snape.”
“Yes.”
“Professor..”
“Miss Granger, you may speak whatever it is in your mind that you want to talk about. I’m listening.”
“What are we doing?”
Hermione waited in anticipation.
Silence.
He was silently stirring the rod over the pewter.
Her eyes narrowed and she slightly felt hurt even if he didn’t even say anything.
“Professor Snape.”
“I’m listening.”
“We need to talk.”
“Go on.”
“I..I want to speak… speak about..” Hermione wasn’t sure where to begin.
Her heart was thumping fast and she wasn’t sure if she was already crossing the line.
Why the hell was she the one who had to raise this issue anyway?
Wasn’t it a big deal to him?
Was it only a big deal for her?
Was he so used to sleeping with different women that this was just very random for him?
“Professor Snape-“
“I’m listening Miss Granger-“
“Severus, please talk to me!” Hermione angrily said standing up to him with a raised voice.
Snape dropped the rod but was able to evade making any mess.
He stared up at her, eyes wide in shock at the way she called his name.
Yes, she already called his name before.
More than once even.
When they were on his bed and he was inside her and she was screaming his name in pleasure and pain.
His dark eyes gleamed upon her direction.
Hermione quickly looked away but it was too late.
Snape had caught the gleam of tears in her eyes and could tell that she was absolutely unwell about the whole situation.
Now it was his turn to feel speechless.
The hurt in her eyes was so adamant he felt that stabbing her would have been better than all these.
Why was he such an arsehole?
“Hermione..” Snape quietly said seeing her retreat from the room.
He quickly walked towards her way but Hermione had started crying.
“I’m sorry.. I didn’t.. I didn’t mean to disturb you..” Hermione said retreating backward to the door.
“Hermione, wait!” Snape called back to her as she ran away from the laboratory and headed straight to the stairs up to her room.
She was halfway towards it when Snape was able to catch her down their dark hallway.
He grabbed her arm to make her face him.
She was openly crying now.
“I’m sorry.” Hermione sobbed at him. “I’m sorry.. just.. you can.. I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to. You can go and work and-“
“I’m sorry.” Snape quietly said grabbing her to him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, sweetheart.. I didn’t mean.. I should have.. I’m sorry.”
He held her tightly in his arms, keeping her head beneath his chin as he gently stroked her back in comfort.
Hermione was still, listening to his heartbeat and her own cries.
“I’m sorry.” Snape whispered planting a soft kiss over her forehead. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry.”
And then she flung her arms around his neck.
Snape opened his arms and took her in it and whispered more words of comfort to her.
“I’m sorry – I - I don’ t understand anymore – I’m – I’m scared-“
“I am too.” Snape whispered honestly to her ears. “I am, Hermione.”
They looked at one another and for the first time in a very long time or as far as Hermione could tell, she saw fear in those cold black eyes.
He was as lost as she was in their whole situation.
Snape moved his face closer to hers.
He kissed her once, he kissed her again.
Hermione looked up at him and tried to see through those black eyes.
Those black eyes taunted and haunted her but right now, they were the ones she wanted to see until she falls asleep.
“I’m so tired.” Hermione whispered to him as she reached up to him with a reluctant and fearful look over her face.
“Hermione-“
“Take me to bed.” Hermione said as tears streamed down her eyes. “Please don’t leave me to bed tonight.”
“Hermione..”
“Please don’t leave me alone tonight.”
Snape stared down at her begging features.
She was crying in front of him.
What was he to do?
She was begging him to stay with her to bed tonight and the last time that happened they didn’t sleep at all.
Hermione slowly reached her hands up to him.
She placed one over his chest and the other reaching up to the side of his face where she kept her fingertips to gently ran across his cheek.
Snape closer his eyes and sighed heavily at the comfort and sensation that her touch gave him.
She nuzzled her head to him.
“I am scared.” Hermione quietly cried at him. “I don’t know anymore.. I.. please..”
She didn’t know anymore.
She loves Harry that she knows but was unsure of their future.
She was with Snape and even if she doubts her feelings for him, she could see herself being stuck out there in the unknown with no one but him.
Hermione looked up at him with nothing but fear in her eyes.
“Please don’t leave me.” Hermione whispered reaching out to touch his face.
Snape closed his eyes at the sensation of the soft palm caressing his warm cheek.
“Never.” Snape whispered to her as he gently kissed the inside of her palm. “Never, ‘Mione.”
And then he slowly wrapped his arms around her and carried her.
Hermione placed both her arms around his neck for support, closing her eyes as they exchanged kisses.
He could taste the tears from her eyes.
She could also taste the hesitation and fear in his kisses.
But they had nobody but one another not only for tonight on that very bed, but for a very long and unknown span of time.

He had been in the shower for what felt like hours.
After breakfast, he had left the place without any word to any of them – leaving them to wonder where he was going since they knew of his errands with Hermione for that day.
But he didn’t care.
He swept himself back to his apartment and went straight for a very cold shower that was being begged by his body for hours now.
He closed his eyes and reveled at the feeling of the cold water showing over him, spattering and cleaning all of him.
The cold drops were like ice against his skin but he didn’t really feel all of it.
He could feel nothing at that point.
He only wanted to drown out his misery along and the dirt and madness in him.
He wasn’t going to deny it.
He knew and felt that he was going mad in his misery.
But he couldn’t help it – no, he couldn’t.
He couldn’t lose Hermione – not again, not ever.
“Mione..” Harry cried as he stood closer to the tiles against the wall, resting his forehead as the cold shower continued to drench him and his soul in hopes that it would cleanse all the things he’s done.
Hot tears leaked from his eyes together with the water from his soaking hair.
Closing his eyes, memories after memories consumed him – the day he met her when they were kids, the years they spent at Hogwarts, the times she was in his moments of victory and losses, the years she’s been there for him more than anyone else, the last time she was ever with him, the night he’s lost her and all the years that she wasn’t with him, the day they were so close into finding her, the day they found her and the first day they were reunited.
Her eyes – her eyes showed nothing but fear.
He was no longer reflecting in those beautiful eyes of her.
And the brightness, the brilliance in her eyes had vanished completely and was replaced by a replica of something cold, something different, something else that she wasn’t.
What has gone into those ten long years?
Did she not look for him?
Did she not fight for her freedom?
Did she not love him enough?
A cry came out from Harry that echoed all around him.
He banged his fist once against the cold tiles of the wall before him.
Did she not remember him?
Another harder bang of his fist against the wall.
Snape may have protected her – but he could have done more than one thing to let them know about all of it if he really wanted her.
No, he had taken her and marveled at that victory, relished and enjoyed every bit of it.
Death was mere mercy to be given to him.
Hermione may have been a victim of circumstances and all those ten years but why, why would she return with a different mind and heart if magic wasn’t use against her will?
Could she not remember everything that they were?
Did she forget how much she loved him?
Did she forget how much he loved her?
Two more bangs against the wall and more angry cries from Harry.
“Hermione..” Harry miserably cried as if she was going to hear him. “Hermione.. please please come back to me.. please..”
More tears spilled, more banging that became harder and uncontrolled by the moment.
Soon, blood had mixed with the water that were swirling down the drain of the shower.
His fists had slowly began to bled from his hard-knock punches against the tiled wall.
More wails and cries from Harry.
But nobody was going to hear his pain, his fears, his frustration – no one.
And that thought alone made him feel more miserable than ever.
Because he knew how Hermione had felt all those years.
Because he knew how not only helpless they were both in their situation, but how miserable and alone she had been in all those years – despite knowing that he was out there, possibly still alive and looking for her – and yet they were so apart that no amount of crying and yelling for one another would rescue them in the unknown fate the ten dark years had brought into and apart.
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