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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: This chapter is a bit longer than usual, but I figured out it is better to make this one bit longer and then leave you with a nasty hanger tomorrow.
@Black Rose "Poor Severus, he can’t seem to comprehend that someone (Hermione) might actually care for him." - I'm not so sure she comprehends it as well ;); "I’m curious why Draco was there too! " - I won't reveal that just yet, but it is less interesting than anyone might think.; "Severus’ mind just can’t seem to grasp that he might be really attracted to her." - if he could hear you, he would hex you for suggesting something so impossible ;D
To avoid further confusion:
Italic - Past, memories
'Single quotation mark' - inner monologue, thoughts
"double quotation mark" - actual speech
She was opposing his opinion, re-affirming her ideas with wide gesticulation. They argued about using powdered Fluorite vs Fluorite water in potions. She was fierce in her claims, and he listened to them, unwilling to cut her off. Even if she was wrong. She was leaning slightly towards him and he focused on her words and on the exposed patch of skin trailing down to the dent between her collarbones. That unexpected revelation, created by her body position excited him. He wanted to stop the flow of words with a kiss, to trail his tongue down the pale expanse of her neck and dip it into that dent. To taste her skin…
…The cot was too small for both of them, and downright uncomfortable. He was heavy and she had a problem with breathing at times. He managed to lean more than once on her hip at a very uncomfortable angle, making her flinch. She counted her blessings that she could at least frown, in almost absolute darkness, he couldn’t see.
Even if Ron claimed that he knows what he is doing, she wasn’t so convinced. The book clearly stated that there is a certain point in the body – erogenous zones. With the proper stimulation, they could make the whole experience much more pleasurable. The certain spots ached to be touched and she contemplated should she maybe ask Ron to pay attention to them. But that just might set him off. And she didn’t know anything besides what was written in the books. She was, however, doubtful that treating her breasts like he’s making the bred will have the desired effect.
Ron flinched almost every time she would try to touch him, grumbling how that is distracting, so after a while, she gave up. She wanted to map his skin, his muscles with her fingers. Finally, she grabbed the edges of the cot, squeezing them tightly to prevent her hands to move of their own accord. She wanted this, maybe…not the way it was playing out but in general. And she did want to be with Ron. She so desperately didn’t want to die and never know… But, she was also still mad at him…
She felt wet down there, almost like when she would get her period. But, that was a good sign, the book called ti – natural lubrication – it meant that he was doing at least something right. She was afraid, but not nearly enough to stop him. her muscles started to tremble and shake, but it wasn’t from pleasure. Ron, of course, misinterpreted the signals. He panted into her ear
“This will hurt a little.”
She nodded. She knew that. He lied, the book lied, it did hurt. A lot! Every move he made was unpleasant. After a while, it wasn’t painful anymore but it was still far from what girls in the dorm told her how it felt. Ron sounded like a bear, slobbering on her shoulder. Soon, he just grunted and sort of rolled off, as much as limited space allowed.
“Was it good for you?”
“Mhm.”
Next moment, he was snoring. She cast a contraception charm, cleansing charm and started to cry, certain that she doesn't want to repeat the experience…well, maybe not never…but certainly not anytime soon.
Severus woke up with a groan. As far as he was concerned, this clearly couldn’t qualify as an erotic dream. That left him more than a little disgruntled, given that his dream was pleasant until her memory overrun it.
She was still sleeping, restlessly but without crying or emotional outbursts. The dream finally ended up where deserved, by his opinion, in her nightmares. And much to his displeasure, it gained in details. Details he could live without. Not that he needed to know any of it.
The fireplace blazed and Poppy stepped into the room.
“The two of you are still sleeping?” she asked in displeased tone
Thump.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Like it wasn’t enough that she had a bad dream…memory, Poppy came and woke her up. She tried to get up fast and…fel.
“Ah, Severus, I see you are at least awake.” Poppy said and she breathed the breath of relief, he couldn’t see her memories if he was awake. It only worked if both of them were sleeping.
“Come, girl, stand up. Go to the toilet and use water to wake up. If I have any instructions for you, I’ll leave them with Narcissa.” Poppy helped her get up pushed the bundle of clothes in her hands and gently nudged her towards the bathroom. She could see Malfoy’s entering the room as she closed the bathroom door.
She glared at her reflection in the mirror. Grabbing the toothbrush she started to scrub her teeth, certain that her parents would strongly disapprove the way she did it. Her mind floated to last night. She stopped scrubbing
‘How in Merlin’s name did I ended up negotiating, last night?’
She resumed scrubbing, mulling on every word. He insulted her, made her feel angry, confused her. Was it on purpose? Or did he just seized the opportunity to get rid of her? Maybe he wanted some sort of revenge because she compared him to Ron?
‘Ok, fine, that was an insult.’
But, she didn’t mean it as an insult to him. He did have a point. He wasn’t one to blame for her situation with Ron. And he didn’t know what Ron did or said. She was sure that if he knew he would be displeased as well.
Still, she somehow ended up struggling to get out of a deal. She had no idea how they got to that point at all. Worst of all, she couldn’t tell about what they negotiated in the end?
‘Think, Hermione, think!’
He wanted to get rid of her, that was obvious. He offered her help with her parents in exchange for leaving him alone. And she refused. She refused!
‘What was I thinking?! Was I thinking at all?’
She moaned, pressing the toothbrush harder and scrubbing with more zeal, even if all the foam from toothpaste was already gone. Fine, entire conversation had no meaning, to begin with. They were stuck with each other until he regains his control on magic, and untangle the mess she made. So, what could he gain but striking that deal?
Voices in the room rise, but she paid no attention to that, lost in her thoughts. Finally, she rinsed her mouth and resumed glaring at her reflection.
‘Why was I so stuck on keeping him alive? If he really doesn’t want to live, to heal…he’ll find the way. Eventually. So, why?’
She had no answer to that question, and that bothered her. Logically, she knew that she would try to stop and help even Malfoy. But that was just the common decency. No one in his or her's right mind would stand by and allow the person he or she knows to kill itself. However, that never went beyond sacrificing the members of the family. And that is exactly what she did last night.
‘Stupid! How could I be so stupid?’
And, all logic was beside the point. She didn’t react logically. If she did, she would never think of solving the problem with arm-wrestling. So why then she did that?
Like in a dream, she went to the toilet and sat on it. It wasn’t like he was grateful for what she was doing. He wasn’t friendly to her. He wasn’t even nice. In fact, he didn’t change much at all. If nothing, he was more volatile than before. He never treated her nice, not before or after the war.
Sure, she had insight now. And that did change how she perceived him and his outbursts. She understood on some level, why he was the way he was. That couldn’t excuse his behaviour. He kept calling her ‘little girl’, not missing opportunity to point out that she is still a child. In reality, his behaviour didn’t differ much from Harry’s or Ron’s. He was older, and with that came certain knowledge. But, at the base of all this, he still reacted to emotions like a teenager, more than a grown-up.
She was sure that grown-ups reacted or at least dealt with emotions differently. And, she was of age, anyway. She was a young woman, not a child. So, zeroing on the fact that she is a child, treating her like that… It didn’t add up.
She nearly jumped when a loud bang on the door snapped her from her thoughts. Malfoy’s voice was annoying as always, he barked through the door
“Stay in there until I tell you that you can come into the room.”
She blushed, even if he couldn’t see her. It was unpleasant to hear him talk to her while she was sitting on the toilet.
‘Blast it! I don’t have my extendable ears with me.”
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Hermione moonwalked to the bathroom. Lucius and Narcissa entered the room. And Poppy poked and probed him. It was the same as every morning.
“Unusual that you are sleeping so late.”
“It was a rough night.”
“Did you had another attack?”
“No, just a bad dreams. On both sides.”
“Ah.” Nodded Poppy “Well, you will be pleased to know… you can wear at least some sort of shirt. Not a nightshirt and nothing with the high collar.”
“And, what am I supposed to wear?”
“Narcissa, dear, you see with Miss Granger if she can provide upper part of these pyjama bottoms. Something with a wide opening around the neck.”
“I will, Poppy.”
“I AM PRESENT IN THE ROOM! Stop treating me like one of your students.”
“Do not shout at me, young man.” Poppy turned on him “I am not treating you like one of the students.”
“Then give instructions to me, not to the person next to me.”
“I am treating you like the stubborn mule I know you are. I am giving the instructions to ones I know will enforce them. I do not make deals with the devil which will try to find the loophole and do things his way.”
“And, here I was just assuming that you do enjoy treating me like a child, and a common whore on top of it.” he snarled at her
“Mind your language with me, Severus Snape. I couldn’t care less how you perceive your state of dress or undress. You were there when we tried to heal Arthur Weasley. And he was bitten in an area far less perilous than you. I don’t want to risk any leftover drop causing any more problems, now that the wound is finally healing. You know how that poison works. So if I have to keep you naked as the day you were born to keep you alive and unharmed… I couldn’t care less if you think I do treat you like… Narcissa dear, he may skip today's exercises. Tense as he is, it will only do him harm.” Poppy huffed and turned to Narcissa “Follow my instruction. If he starts making problems… clobber him.” Poppy growled, glancing at him “I’ll leave you enough headache potion. And you won’t hurt that thick skull of his.”
With that, Poppy stepped into the fireplace. Leaving him fuming and Narcissa chuckling. Lucius turned to his wife.
“Cissa, can I have a moment alone with Severus, please.”
“Certainly. I have to instruct the elve’s, Mrs Longbottom requested an audience for the noon. Don’t worry Severus, we will find you something appropriate and less… revealing, Leave it to me.” With that, she left the room.
He loved Narcissa like a sister he never had, and her words did calm him down a bit. But his nerves were frayed from last night and calm wasn’t the state he was in. He watched Lucius make a slow progress to the window. Stopping only to bark an order to Hermione.
“Don’t get me wrong my friend, I understand you, but that behaviour was uncalled for. Am I correct to assume you still didn’t make progress with…that.” Lucius motioned towards the bathroom door “Personally, I do think that being shirtless can aid to the cause.”
“Don’t start that with me Lucius, not today.” Rage bubbled through his veins
“Not today? Then when? It seems that never is the right time.”
“I had… not so restful night, Lucius…”
“I know. Your... not so restful…. conversation woke up the entire household.”
“What happened to the sound wards…”
“I drop them at night. With Aurors still walking in and out, I can’t take a chance. I have and I will protect my family, by any means necessary.”
“So you heard.”
“I did.” Chuckled Lucius “I was hoping that things could progress…”
“She is but an annoying child. Extremely annoying child. And my student.”
“As I recall, my friend, she denounced you as her teacher. And she is…far from being a child. I might even argue that she is quite good looking, well at least good built, young woman.” Lucius raised his hand to stop him from talking “If she isn't to your taste, fine. It would be convenient but…what can you do? Few highly prestigious ladies did request to see you. I’ll see that they get the chance to talk with you.”
“Lucius…” he sighed, he was angry, tired and his emotions still caused havoc in his mind. Peace and quiet. Time to think and plan was what he needed.
“Well, they are of marrying kind, but you do have to start thinking about that as well Lord Prince.”
“Lucius, if you release your wife on me, I swear on Salazar’s grave, I will hex you to oblivion.” He growled and Lucius chuckled, ignoring him
“I am however curious, what was the point of last night’s exercise? Do you want to get rid of the girl or keep her?”
“You are not that naïve, my friend.” He couldn’t help but chuckle, he knew that Lucius understood what he attempted to do last night and that he was just fishing for finer details. For the time being he was stuck with Hermione, but the moment he manages to correct her mess, he wanted insurance that she will leave him alone.
“Do you know why I tolerate…her…in my home, Severus?” asked Lucius, suddenly serious
“I am sure you have your reasons, besides the desire to punish me for something.”
“I am not punishing you, my friend. But do want you to live. I need you to live.” Lucius paused, and even if he had the desire to argue, something in the tone of his friend voice stopped him “I had a visit from my Medi-wizard yesterday. I have but a few good years to live.”
“When I’m back on my feet, Lucius, I’ll make you…” he started but Lucius prevented him to finish
“Yes, the potion could help. But it will only prolong inevitable, and not by much. I do need you to live. To live and to take care of Narcissa and Draco. They can manage on their own, but for the peace of my mind, I want to know that they have you once I’m gone.”
He was speechless, his throat constricted. He wasn’t there when Lucius was released from Azkaban, he wasn’t there when the Dark Lord cursed his friend. And even if he was, what could have he do? He did help, first chance he got, but it was too late already.
“And that is why I tolerate…that, in my home. She is useful, you see. Extremely useful to me and my plans. I do want you to live. I did not save your life just so you could toss it away. And I want you to live, not just exist.”
“To live for what? Of what use I can be with the damage I suffered? How could I aid if I can’t even feed myself? What reason do I have to live for? Alone with my… Just let it go, Lucius. Let. It. Go.”
“You do not need means to survive, you are well suited for life. You don't need to make a Potion to be able to research and invent. And with use of potions, you can live with minimal discomfort, even brew. With wife pliant enough to provide occasional entertainment, life can be quite pleasant. No matter how I feel, I did hope that you will see the reason and choose at least someone who can provide you with good mental stimuli. Maybe, some things are just not meant to be.”
“Lucius, the kid is… Half of the time I am but a step away from blasting her, and myself and half of the house along the way. I do not think that Narcissa would appreciate that.”
“I wouldn’t, Narcissa would welcome the opportunity for another remodelling. I, however, would hunt you even as a ghost.” Lucius smiled at him “And precisely that is the reason I did think that… the…girl…could be good company for you. But you are so stubborn, so set in your ways and unwilling to admit the truth, at least to yourself.”
He wanted to argue, to hex to make Lucius see…and he couldn’t. His entire life, people came to him with their problems – to solve them. He felt powerless, useless and angry because of it.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Hermione covered her mouth with her hand and moved from the door. She barely registered the knock and instruction that she can get out now.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Lucius made a slow progress to the door. He stopped near the bathroom door and banged his cane at it, shaking his head
“You can get out now.”
Once he reached the hallway he leaned at the wall, thinking. A small pang of guilt flickered in his mind but he squashed it. For his family, he will do whatever it takes.
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