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Embracing My Very Own Darkness	By : TheTVJunkie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 44434 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Hi y'all! Anybody else playing 'Pottermore'? It was really hard to break away from it since the new chaps have been opened a while ago. Hmmm, well, is it just me who found it...ummm...'funny' that now we have to brew a 'Swelling Solution' (!) and nick Boomslang Skin and Bicorn horn from Snape's private stocks??? I couldn't help it but once I saw this, my dirty mind instantly came up with at least three naughty continuations of this set-up which are totally unsuitable for 'Pottermore'...*rofl*
Oh well, maybe I'll write my thoughts down in a dirty little PWP after I finish with EMVOD...^^
Anyway, after eventually (and successfully) brewing my first complete Polyjuice Potion (and being totally disappointed over the fact that you're not awarded a single bloody point for brewing it!) I decided to go back to writing.
This chapter will not be as oppressive as the one before, but still it holds some disturbing aspects (even though it will be 'sweetened' with Snape and Lucius being in charge) and allusions, meaning the warning I gave in chapter six is still valid for chapter seven.

Chapter Seven - '...Not Everything Was Better'
Once Hermione had fully realised where she was, she looked around the room more and at the people gathering there more closely. Again, this seemed to be a Death Eater summoning; everybody was clad in Death Eater robes and Voldemort sat on his familiar throne nearby the crackling fireplace. Next to him, and much to Hermione's surprise, stood Snape.
Shit. He looks absolutely edible in these robes! Hermione heard herself thinking.
Meanwhile, she was well aware of that fact danger excited her and, truth be told, her former professor looked breathtakingly dangerous in that Death Eater outfit... A delightful shiver ran down her spine as Hermione tried her best to dismiss the image from her mind.
The next thing that caught her eye was that, unlike in the first Revel she had witnessed, there was not a single female Death Eater around...
Amidst the crowd, which did not seem to be that drugged this time, Hermione instantly spotted some familiar faces. There was Lucius, of course, exactly like she remembered him from her time at Hogwarts, and not his skinny young alter ego with the chin-length hair. Apart from the aristocratic Blonde, she caught sight of Greyback, Scabior and Yaxley.
Odd. I wonder what has been changed that they don't allow females anymore? I mean...what can be worse than a gang rape???
Hermione's train of thought ended with the sonorous stroke of the gong that indicated the beginning of the Dark Revel. Rising from his throne, Voldemort spoke. "My dear followers, it has been brought to my attention that during my 'absence'..." He emphasised the last word sardonically. "My former diary has been successfully slipped into the possession of the Weasley girl due to Lucius' cunning ingenuity."
Lucius smiled smugly whilst his comrades applauded approvingly.
Tsk. Oh yeah, how ingenious to place an additional book in a little girl's shopping basket...
Hermione snorted sardonically at the sheer exaggeration.
"Hence it was only a matter of time..." Voldemort continued cheerfully. "Until the 'Chamber of Secrets' was opened again!" The Death Eaters clapped their hands enthusiastically. Then, Voldemort gestured for Pettigrew first, who immediately left for the side room, and second for Lucius to step forward. "Now then..." Voldemort grinned down at his host. "Even though it was a failure in the end, I do appreciate your ambition, Lord Malfoy. Time for you to receive your well-earned reward." Knowing laughter and giggling came from the crowd.
Wow, Voldemort being generous. I can't believe it!
That said, the door to the side room flew open and out came Pettigrew; once more dragging a Hogwarts student behind him.
Hermione held her breath and unwittingly started chewing her fingernails; not in disapproval but actually...anticipation! Deep within she knew it was wrong, however, Hermione simply couldn't help feeling that way.
Taking a closer look at the brown-haired girl who looked vaguely familiar, Hermione realised that she indeed had met her briefly in the Gryffindor common room. However, while Hermione herself was only in her fourth year at that time, this girl, whatever her name was, had already been in her final year if memory served Hermione right.
Unlike the other 'sacrificial lambs' she had witnessed being abused and slaughtered at the earlier Revel, this student was at least seventeen; more curvaceous and womanlike. She also seemed to be more stubborn and collected than her predecessors. Until now she had neither screamed nor cried; only glanced daggers at everybody around.
"Now Severus, would you be so kind?" Voldemort requested sarcastically. Again, knowing giggling could be heard from the crowd. The Gryffindor paled visibly when she spotted her Potions Master approach her stoically; a heartbreaking look of outright disbelief and equally bitter disappointment in her big eyes when she realised her teacher belonged to the enemy.
"I just love that moment when they realise it." Voldemort purred sadistically as he watched Snape draw a phial from the pocket of his robes. The Gryffindor was now getting increasingly nervous when she caught sight of that phial; unsure of its purpose.
"Open your mouth." Snape said emotionless. But since the girl furiously shook her head, Pettigrew took great pleasure in violently securing her arms behind her back, hissing. "Makes no difference, you little chit. You're going to take it anyway."
That said, the girl tried to kick Pettigrew but to no avail; he had done that too often and was able to gauge victim reactions in advance. Funny enough she didn't even attempt to kick the Potions Master; her subconscious apparently still telling her that, as her teacher, he wouldn't dare harm her.
"What is that?" The Gryffindor student demanded to know but didn't get an answer. Finally, she yelled at Snape. "I will not take your poison!"
Blimey. His composure is frightening!
Ignoring the student's desperate outburst of anger, Snape simply held her nose shut and easily administered the dark red content with the glowing white particle streams while holding her jaw in place when she was eventually forced to open her mouth while panting for breath. Closing his hand over her mouth, the dark wizard made sure that the young woman didn't have a chance of spitting it out.
What the hell is that stuff he just gave her???
When the tell-tale coughing kicked in, he let go of her and returned to his spot next to Voldemort.
Hermione felt her heartbeat increase dramatically when she saw Lucius pacing impatiently up and down before the front row of the others; much like a big cat in a cage, ready to strike at the earliest opportunity. Lucius had a scarily murderous and predatory look on his face, which made Hermione's blood run cold...and other parts of her very, very hot.
Suddenly, Pettigrew pushed the brunette girl forward and stepped back; the crowd cheering at the entertainment that was to come.
What? Nobody holding up a "Round One" sign?
Hermione tried to subdue her growing arousal with sarcasm. The next thing she saw was Lucius grabbing the protesting Gryffindor girl by the hair, pressing her tightly against him and forcefully kissed her. The young brunette let out a terrified but muffled scream when Hermione, mouth agape, saw the blood running down the corner of the girl's mouth and chin; all while Lucius was still 'kissing' her.
Fuck! Has he just bitten her?
When Lucius left hold of her hair, the girl stumbled back in shock; wiping the blood from her face hysterically. "You fucking bastard!" She screamed. Lucius only gave her his infamous smug smirk; the girl's blood equally running from the corner of his mouth.
Hermione felt her belly tighten at the sight of the blood on Lucius. This was so animalistic!
"How dare you touch me, you filthy old man?" The Gryffindor girl asked in a rasping voice. And to up the ante, she actually spit Lucius in the face.
Literally everybody in the room held their breath. Hermione watched Lucius' face contort with furious rage. That silly chit had insulted his ego on more than one level!
Uuuuuuuhhhhhh! The nerve! Gryffindor bravery will only lead to trouble with this, luv. Been there...
Within a second, the girl's audacious action was answered by the delivery of a resounding slap in her face, drawing even more blood from her bruised lower lip. Another savage slap followed, which sent the girl tumbling backwards and hitting the stone floor of Lucius' stately manor.
Within a second, he was above her; pinning her down with a death grip on her throat, which left the girl choking in panic until Voldemort interfered. "Now now, Lucius. I know you appreciate a good strangling, but remember that we've decided on keeping our new playthings for some time..."
She's not going to be killed?
"However, I presume this young lady just earned herself a little trip to your dungeons for her misdemeanour once this gathering is over." Voldemort purred in a sardonic voice, then added impatiently. "But for now I'd rather recommend you to accept my gracious gift to you as it was intended unless you want somebody else to step into your place and entertain us."

Muttering could be heard from the crowd.
Lucius' face brightened at the prospect of letting the insolent Gryffindor pay for her actions later. "As you wish, Milord." He replied, letting go of her throat and grabbing the front of her blouse, sending the buttons flying as he ripped it open. "Too bad for you." He hissed against the whimpering girl's ear. "I really could have made this worth your while, you feckless piece of shit."
Then, with a flick of Voldemort's wand, every piece of clothing had vanished, on both Lucius and the horrified student. Usually, Lucius would rather prefer to shred every bit of fabric on a female's body, the horror in his victim's eyes a powerful stimulant. However, Voldemort grew impatient already and eager for watching some action. Malfoy would later have plenty of time for getting back on her in private.
Hermione watched with mouth agape as Lucius finally claimed his 'price'. Taking the shrieking student, he slammed into her mercilessly once before pulling out completely; presenting his blood smeared shaft to the cheering crowd of fellow Death Eaters. "Works perfectly." He exclaimed. Hermione gasped.
What the fuck? That can't be possible!
"What is that?" The girl shrieked in horror when she saw the blood. "What did you do to me?" Her stomach turned.
Hermione's eyebrows arched in sympathy and confusion. She would have never even thought it possible that this stubborn Gryffindor in front of her had still been a virgin! After all, even she, Hermione Granger, bookworm per excellence, had managed to have sex at that age; although it had not actually been a man she had lost her virginity to. But that was another story.
From what Hermione could tell, the fellow Gryffindor was obviously in great pain as she was pummelled like a jackhammer and Hermione was shocked by the fact that her very own physical reaction to Lucius' abusive and outright brutal sexual assault towards the defenceless girl was actually exciting her like crazy.
She knew it was wrong to feel that way and blushed at the sudden thought of what her parents and friends might think of her if they knew. Well, luckily they never would. The Oath would take care of that.
Growing more aroused by the minute; Hermione's eyes wandered appreciatively over Lucius' muscular arms and well trained back to his firm and hairless buttocks as she watched him manhandle that girl thoroughly. It seemed he was venting all his frustration on her; the girl's whimpers and sobs egging both him and the other Death Eaters on even more. Looking around, the majority or the latter appeared to be happily masturbating underneath their robes.
Tsk. Men really are pigs. Hermione thought, but within the fraction of a second her inner voice rightly mocked her. Pah! As if you were any better!
Frowning, Hermione had to acknowledge to herself that her inner voice was right. She wasn't any better. Here she was after all; wetting herself over witnessing a highly immoral act of violence and humiliation; her twisted and lust-clouded mind even starting to envy the victim at some point.
On the one hand, Hermione knew that reacting like this was wrong on so many levels yet the idea of watching or even doing something so severely reprehensible oddly gave her a feeling of...precious self-awareness she vehemently refused to demonise. It was weird and hard to explain, but Hermione couldn't remember the last time she had felt so 'genuine'. It was like all those years of self-denial and social adaption were falling away from her now; slowly unleashing the true and not so showpiece version of Hermione Jean Granger from the depth of her abandoned and suppressed self.
On the other hand, she felt the urge to silence the remnants of her conscience by persuading herself that there was actually nothing she could do to help her comrade. After all, this was just retrospection; a fading echo of Lucius' memories Hermione had no bearing on; even if she had wanted to interfere in any way it would have been to no avail.
Oh, bollocks to this!
Hermione cleared her mind and brought her focus back to the scenario before her. It wasn't long until the defiled Gryffindor's screams and unsuccessful attempts of escape had died away; the girl had apparently resigned to her fate, gazing into space and probably only waiting for everything to be over.
''Now this is getting boring." Came Voldemort's disapproving voice, distracting Hermione's focus.
Snapping his fingers, he gestured for Snape, who had been standing around the whole time remarkably detached, to assist Lucius in order to spice up the evening's naughty entertainment.
Anew, a gleeful murmur went through the crowd.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat as she watched her former professor slowly approach the student and her ecstatically moaning tormentor; causing Lucius to eventually let go of her and begrudgingly pull out, still not spent and erect. Hermione shuddered at the sight of the already considerable pool of blood that had formed on the floor as the red substance finally stopped leaking out of the juncture of the girl's legs.
Such immense blood loss was way beyond normal; Hermione knew from books that no deflowering would end up in such a mess. Blinking; she briefly wondered if that had to do something with that ominous potion the brunette had been forced to drink earlier.
Either this, or Malfoy somehow charmed his prick to grow spikes.
Hermione speculated, noting the bitter sarcasm of her thought in surprise.
Ouch. That's just what I'd expect of him...
Banishing that creepy and ridiculous thought, Hermione kept watching mesmerised as the girl had eventually snapped out of her apathy due to the change of her situation. Alarmed, she scrambled back as best she could while Snape's piercing glance almost left her hypnotised. In some respect, his approach was even more cruel than Lucius' direct onslaught; leaving her in the dark about what to expect exactly. Swallowing hard, the girl stayed frozen in place as she watched Snape unbuttoning every single of the many buttons on the front of his familiar frock coat which he wore underneath the Death Eater robes in such an agonisingly slow pace it almost hurt.
Hermione let out a breath she didn't know she was holding when Snape finally freed himself of the rest of his clothing and standing there in all his glorious nakedness. Even during her special private lessons a decade ago, Hermione had never managed to get a proper glimpse at Snape like that; let alone full front. He had never revealed more than absolutely necessary of his physique then. Now, both the girl and Hermione remained transfixed like the rabbit under the hypnotic stare of the snake.
Oh bloody hell; he's really good at that.
Hermione remembered the times when one well-placed piercing look of those coal black orbs had been enough to shut up a whole classroom of chatting dunderheads at an instant; leaving the students in fear and awe alike. It was just now that Hermione realised that the basis of Snape's power over people was not what he did to them; his detentions consisted of scrubbing cauldrons and writing additional time-consuming essays; nothing different from what other teachers expected . No, it was what students thought he would do to them! Without a doubt, the legends were manifold and a complete fabrication, but still...Hardly anyone had ever dared to annoy the sinister Potions Master that much that he or she would have to serve a detention with him in the dungeons...
Snape's sonorous voice made Hermione snap out of her reverie. He was still staring down at the girl; her eyes wide as saucers when she became aware of how painfully well endowed her teacher was. Snape's expressive, but thin lips formed a command. "Do turn around, Miss Addington."
Addington, right! Adora Addington, that's her name!
It occurred to Hermione that, no matter if Adora was actually realising it, addressing her by her real name instead of 'Mudblood' or other degrading names like the others and Lucius had done before, Snape could at least give her back the illusion of human dignity; mentally saving her from the trauma of being reduced to a nameless, personality-stripped plaything, not worth the dirt underneath Snape's dragonhide boots.
Not that it effectively mattered; in the end it would be all the same. He'd be forcing himself on her against the girl's will and yet, Hermione felt her heart warm at Snape's non-characteristic act of mercy.
Her lower lip trembling in despair, Adora decided to start one last attempt to escape the continuation of her ravishment. "Please, Professor..." She pleaded, tears forming in her eyes. "You mustn't do this. I've been your student for so many years..."
"Which makes it even more entertaining for us, don't you agree, folks?" Voldemort cut her off sharply; causing the crowd to nod and wolf-whistle in mocking approval. "Now go on Severus, my patience is wearing dangerously thin...I want to know if it works."
What works?
"Hands and knees. Now, Miss Addington." Snape said indifferently; the girl sniffling and closing her eyes in denial as she reluctantly obeyed.
"Now look at that bitch! She's literally asking for it." A disgusted onlooker spat hatefully.
Oh yeah! As if she had been given a choice, arsehole!
Hermione's bitter thought was disrupted by the ear-splitting scream from Adora; now being impaled on Snape's enormous length. Again, an alarming amount of blood was trickling down her thighs to pool on the floor as she whispered weakly. "Not again..."
Voldemort and the bunch of Death Eaters applauded.
What the fuck??? It can't have hurt that much this time?!?!?
Hermione thought in outright shock; she did remember the first time the professor had taken her; no, not taken, brutalized her over his desk in the dungeons while Hermione had been serving the detention she had been provoking oh so deliberately. Sure, she hadn't been exactly a virgin then but neither had she engaged much in sexual activity at that time. Yes, it had been rather painful at first, but it hadn't been anything like the horror Adora was apparently going through. And Hermione hadn't been bleeding like a pig, either.
Something was terribly wrong here.
And still, for the time being her sex-starved mind only concentrated on the fact that Hermione was, in some way, watching herself in a mirror; she must have looked pretty much like Adora did now when the professor had given Hermione his final lesson...
As if the protagonists in front of her had read her mind Snape was now turning on his back; lifting Adora up so she straddled him. The whimpering brunette gasped as she was once again impaled on the Potions Master's rigid organ; Snape reaching around her to secure her wrists behind her back.
Hermione held her breath when her dark, but admittedly hot conjecture vindicated. She watched Lucius step behind Adora whose butt was now easily accessible and, falling to his knees to adjust to her, actually filled her rear end forcefully with his almost evenly impressive length. The crowd roared ecstatically and even Voldemort applauded; an evil and satisfied grin on his reptile features when Adora's blood curdling anguished cry echoed from the high walls.
Hermione wasn't sure if she had ever even heard of such an act of raw brutality and mercilessness; all the myths of the 'Dark Revels' she was told about had been all kind of blur and were based on frenzied and probably exaggerated speculations. This, however, even seemed to top the Order's worst apprehensions.
But yet, even though Hermione was well aware that dramatic views unravelling in front her eyes were contemptible and traumatising, she couldn't help but acknowledge to herself that she almost died from sexual excitement and wantonness while watching breathlessly. Hermione felt so bad over feeling unbridled arousal over another student's abuse and beastly defilement and still, the adrenaline kept shooting hot and incessantly through her veins; only to gather in a painfully pulsing throb between the soaking juncture of her legs.
Gods, I'm such a sick weirdo!
Hermione couldn't tell her treacherous body would have reacted differently if the two male participants had been somebody else but Snape and Lucius. If the general idea of a not so willing threesome had excited her the same if it hadn't been just the two men who successfully and perpetually made her both feel and act like a perennial horny wench.
For a few seconds, Hermione felt herself close to passing out as she watched the two dark wizards working Adora in perfect unison just like a well-balanced team. Deep within, as sick as it might be, some part of Hermione wished to be in Adora's place at that very moment.
Holy fuck; that is the hottest thing I've ever seen!
Meanwhile, Adora had buried her face protectively in Snape's chest; her eyes shut tightly while trying to block out the horror and the embarrassment of her bitter humiliation that was now slowly invading her consciousness. Judging by Adora's muffled moans and whimpers, Hermione wasn't quite sure if her Gryffindor comrade was actually starting to enjoy her ravishment or if she was only relieved that there was hardly anything worse to come after this episode except death.
Once more, the bunch of Death Eaters rewarded their fellow protagonists with standing ovations when the two men worked their way to their own release. Hermione watched in awe when they were both climaxing, one shortly after the other; their faces contorted in ineffable pleasure.
It was just now that Hermione was letting out the breath she had been holding for a period of time that seemed like ages.
As soon as the Snape and Lucius had risen again; Pettigrew approached Adora and dragged her to her feet; sticky liquid trickling down her thighs and buttocks when she collapsed back to the floor due to getting weak in the knees. Pettigrew didn't care much; giving the brunette a fireman's lift and carrying her out of the room as if she was a sack of potatoes. Nevertheless, nobody killed her.
The standing ovations were slowly dying when Snape and Lucius, still naked, were shaking hands like fair sportsmen would do after a Quidditch game. Hermione was dumbfounded over the incredible surrealism of what she saw happening; from her experience nude men were usually very uncomfortable with being in the same room with other nude men. In this instance, however, Hermione couldn't discern any homophobic tendencies. On the contrary, she could even sense a certain degree of intimacy between the conceited Blonde and her former professor. And yet, they didn't act like stereotype queers at all; let alone that, for being truly gay both of them had enjoyed the earlier sex, which DID include a female, way too much...
Hm. Interesting.
With a quick flick of Voldemort's wand both wizards were properly dressed; diving back into the comfort of the masses again.
"Well, well..." Voldemort raised his hand and everybody fell silent. "After this truly entertaining test run I am proud to declare our supply issue solved." He chuckled nastily. Then, his expression went cold and Hermione could tell that the relaxed easiness of the group almost instantly changed to tenseness and fear.
"Now for the second part of this gathering..." Voldemort continued, reaching for a list that sat besides his throne. Ironically, the sudden deathly silence reminded Hermione greatly of the atmosphere in class shortly before teachers would pick a student to come to the blackboard for testing and everybody was inwardly praying 'Don't pick me, don't pick me!'. Hermione eagerly waited for what was to come next.
"Antonin Dolohov and Amycus Carrow, step forward to accept the consequences of your failure. May the best win." That said, the two named Purebloods took up their positions, wands pulled and ready to fight.
What? Duelling? That's it what everybody is afraid of? I can't believe...
Hermione had no chance to finish her thought. All of a sudden, she felt herself extracted from what she waited to unfold before her eyes when she was soaked into the whirl that brought Hermione back to the small back room of the 'Leaky Cauldron'.
Her chest still rising and falling rapidly from the breathtakingly naughty and forbiddingly arousing acts she had just witnessed, Hermione' knees went weak and she quickly reached for the nearby chair to slump into, staring into space. Those kinky discoveries she had made, disregarding the awful circumstances that led to them, were beyond her wildest dreams.
Since those dirty little images kept persistently popping up before her inner eye; Hermione was almost glad that she was finally cut out of her haze by Lucius' silky voice. "Back again, Miss Granger?"
Hermione turned her head to face Lucius; only to be greeted by a pretty smug smirk and an obviously knowing twinkle in his eyes. Her cheeks turned a bright red as she nodded wordlessly.
If Hermione hadn't known better, she would have sworn that the blonde wizard had shown her those images on purpose, probably amused over the fact that the prime former Gryffindor princess was rather intrigued than disgusted by them. How inappropriate. Nevertheless, it was Hermione who had asked for that specific memory of the 'Dark Revels' so Lucius wasn't to blame for its outcome and the physical impact it had on her.
Damn.
"So?" He asked, attentively watching her body language for any tell-tale proof of what he already knew. Still, it was an interesting and mean little game; watching Hermione squirm like a fish on the hook when the growing realisation slowly sank into her mind that her urges and needs were even darker than she had imagined. And he would gladly nurture them... "Did my memory meet your expectations?"
Swallowing hard, Hermione slowly recovered a little from her hormone-flash. "Way beyond." She replied weakly, her mouth dry. "But I do have questions."
"I figured as much. Then ask."

A/N: Ooookay, that was quite interesting (and hot?), I hope.^^ However, I'm sure you do have many question and so does Hermione. I know it's been quite a while since my last update (Sorry! Life, you know.) but don't worry; most questions will be answered soon. And I really mean soon since I've already written the next instalment. ;)
In the interim I'm dying to know what you think of the new 'Dark Revels' and the latest developments ;) Hermione is definitely succumbing more and more to her dark desires, heheh. *lol* Please review.
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