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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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Snape was aware he had barely turned the page twice since Minerva and the girl had sat down to talk over an hour ago. It wasn't that he'd actually been watching them. He'd kept his eyes on the book in front of him, but still had been aware of every movement the girl made at the edges of his vision. He'd seen the worried look on her face when she'd first sat down across from Minerva, and from the way the girl had glanced at him, he'd assumed for a moment that she was being grilled about how he had been treating her.
Instead, they'd spent some time obviously going through whatever the girl had been researching, but neither had touched a book or parchment for some time now. He could tell from the way she was shifting continually in her chair that the girl was uncomfortable with whatever the two of them were discussing.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the girl turn towards him again, then back to Minerva before she continued speaking. Jealousy flared as the older woman reached across to pat her reassuringly. Mine… don't touch! Irritation at himself pushed away the first emotion. It wasn't as if the girl belonged to him, and even if she did, who was he to say she wasn't allowed to interact with anyone else. You've just got used to having her to yourself, that's all. He wondered what the girl was telling Minerva. Maybe she's telling her how you raped her, or maybe she's explaining how you Crucio'd her repeatedly. He could only pray that if she did that Minerva would understand why it had been necessary. Or maybe she'll be coming for your blood any minute.
He didn't want to stop the girl taking Minerva into her confidence if she wanted to, although his own need for privacy, as well as his sense of self-preservation made him hope that she would stay silent on the subject, or at least be careful in what she said. He was sure Minerva would press the girl to tell her everything. He'd noticed the inquisitive glances she had been casting between the two of them, although she'd had the grace to stay back out of the way when the girl had woken up. His stomach clenched once more at the memory of the way she had been knocked into the cupboard, the blood on his fingers as he held her afterwards, the way she had justified throwing herself in front of a spell meant for him.
Snape still wasn't sure of the wisdom of allowing Minerva to know his true allegiance. All it would take was an erroneous look or reaction in front of the wrong person and he could find himself summoned in front of the Dark Lord to explain. The Carrows would love to find a way to rid themselves of his presence in order to run the school the way they wished to. Was she truly up to the task, or should he Obliviate her, promise or not?
Hermione swallowed and looked away from the all too knowing eyes of her former Head of House. She'd given her the PG version of the weeks she had spent locked away with Snape, glossing over the repeated curses he had cast on her, the mind games, and most definitely the sex, forced or not.
She could see from the suspicious expression on Professor McGonagall's face that she knew Hermione was holding back. But how could she tell her? How was she supposed to explain how she now yearned for the touch of the man who had raped and cursed her, never mind that he'd not wanted to do so in the first place? Could she understand that he'd only done what needed to be done, or would she hit the ceiling when she heard what had happened?
"Hermione," McGonagall said, using her name for the first time that day. Uh oh, here it comes. "I know there is more to this that you are not telling me. You think I would believe that you have made it through a month in these chambers, as well as several meetings with Riddle, without getting a scratch on you? Do you think I don't know how that monster and his followers treat those they capture or kill, particularly muggle-borns. I can't imagine that Riddle would not have expected Severus to treat you in a similar way. What has he been forced to do to you, to keep his cover intact?"
McGonagall looked at Hermione so directly as she finished that she was forced to look away, her natural instinct to answer her teacher's question at odds with her desire to keep what had happened between herself and Snape private. Or would it be better for me to share this with someone who might understand? It would be nice to have someone to talk to about everything that has happened.
While she hesitated, McGonagall continued, her voice softer now. "When you were unconscious, Severus, he… I don't think I've seen him more concerned about anyone in all the time I've known him. Whatever has happened between the two of you, I doubt it has the capacity to shock me. I've seen and heard things that would surprise you, and it wouldn't be the first time…"
Inexplicably Hermione's eyes began to fill with tears, and she had to blink hard to keep them at bay. McGonagall watched her sympathetically. Could she tell her? It might be good for her to get it all of her chest. She'd wished for someone to talk to many times over the last month. Maybe here was her chance. What should I do?
McGonagall maybe interpreted her hesitancy and downcast eyes as a sign something was wrong. Her face tightened and she leaned towards her. "Hermione…" She spoke gently. "If he's hurt you, you can tell me. I promise I won't do or say anything if you don't wish me to. I know this is a difficult situation, and he has a cover to maintain, but I want you to know you are not alone. Are you protecting him because of the job he must perform for Albus?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, no really. I mean yes, I know he needs to, but that's not why... I…" She trailed off uncertainly, peeking up at McGonagall from behind dark lashes. "I don't know… how…"
McGonagall smiled reassuringly at her. "Just start from the beginning. Tell me as much or as little as you wish."
"And you won't get angry with… with him?" More than anything, she felt the need to keep him safe from the woman's wrath, but she longed for the relief she was sure she would feel at getting it all off her chest. She turned to look at Snape, who was sitting motionless behind his desk, eyes fixed on the pages in front of him.
McGonagall reached forward and patted her encouragingly on the hands that were twisting nervously in her lap.
"I won't say a thing to him unless you tell me I can."
"I don't think I want him to know I've told you, not yet at least."
It had been hard at first to listen to, and she guessed, infinitely harder for the girl in front of her to talk about. It had taken every shred of self-control she possessed not to fly into a rage as the girl had started speaking. Now, as the girl fell silent, she was glad she had heard her out and kept her promise to remain silent.
The first half of what the girl had just told her had made her blood boil, regardless of Hermione's assurances that there had been no other way. Despite her believing the worst of the dark wizard not two hours before, the thought that he had tortured and forced himself on the innocent girl sitting before her had sickened and disgusted her. Had he really had to go so far to prove his loyalty to Riddle?
The girl had spoken of the events following her incarceration in Severus' rooms quietly and with little emotion. Minerva had found it difficult to understand her calm acceptance of what he had done to her, until she'd heard the details of the calming draught she had been drinking every evening. It had obviously stopped the girl from reacting too badly to the way she'd been treated. Minerva was well aware that the girl was only giving her the bare facts of it all, that she was withholding not only her emotions, but also the details of each encounter. If the girl made it through the upcoming battle, she would likely need counselling.
Minerva had heard how Hermione had fought back at first, forcing Snape to punish her since the Dark Lord would be watching. Her mind reeled at the amount of times he had used the Cruciatus on her. She couldn't imagine the amount of courage it took for the girl to allow Snape to obliviate her time and time again, each time knowing she would likely be facing such torture. Hermione had spoken of how Snape had raped her, and manipulated her, although it was here that Minerva was convinced that a lot of the details had been left out. What was sure, however, was the girl's belief that Snape abhorred the way he had been forced to treat her.
The second half of the story had been slightly easier to hear. Hermione had explained how, while she was in possession of her memories, she had collaborated with Snape to stop herself from fighting him, and how her own manipulations had made things easier for them both. She had spoken of how Snape had convinced Riddle that the use of the Cruciatus curse was only damaging her memory further, how so many of his actions, although they had seemed cruel at the time, had only been to protect her further. She had helped Snape to coax a promised of obedience out of her, and had been rewarded with books and knowledge. Minerva had to hide a smile at that. No matter what happened, the girl's thirst for learning never seemed to diminish.
What the girl hadn't mentioned was the subject Minerva was most curious about. The easy and intimate manner the two had didn't seem to fit with the story the girl had presented. Somehow, despite what Severus had done to her, the two had made some sort of connection.
The girl obviously harboured feelings for him, but whether they were solely based on the manipulative way Severus had convinced the Obliviated girl to accept his attentions, or whether they were something more, she didn't know. That Hermione had left out so much made it hard to understand. She had spoken almost nothing of how she had felt about the whole ordeal, or of how Snape had treated her when she was in possession of her memories. Maybe it was time to push and see whether the girl would open up any more.
She looked at the girl sitting across from her, shifting nervously in her chair as she waiting for Minerva to speak. She was going to have to be careful about how she approached the subject.
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