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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31717 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: @BlackRose "Is Lucius really ill or is he manipulating Severus?" - he is really sick, that does not mean that he is not using his illness to manipulate Severus ;); "t give Severus a reason to live" - possibly; " I bet Lucius knew Hermione would listen in on them" - it does seem like that, doesn't it?; "she doesn’t know that Severus has seen one of her most embarrassing moments. " - well, she knows that he knows, he did use it more than once in arguments, but no she doesen't know that his knowledge is updated with all gory deatails.
To avoid further confusion:
Italic - Past, memories
'Single quotation mark' - inner monologue, thoughts
"double quotation mark" - actual speech
The morning dragged slowly. Severus was in his not so unusually quiet mood. He acted like she is not even in the room. She forced herself to look at the book, aware that she does not read it at all. Her thoughts wandered, partially focusing on the events that took place that morning but mostly still trying to figure out what happened last night.
It was early afternoon when Hermione realised she couldn’t stand the silence anymore. Snape, was lying still, staring through the window for hours. And if she couldn’t see the rise and fall of his chest she could swear that he is the inanimate object. The tension she felt was unbearable. Finally, the question burst out of her before she managed to stop it
“Will you tell me why?”
Silence. He didn’t move a muscle. She jumped to her feet and rushed around the bed, blocking his sight.
“Stop ignoring me.”
“Kindly remove yourself from my sight.”
“No. Not until you explain to me.”
“Explain what?” he glared at her
“Last night, what was that all about?”
“I might ask you the same question. Now, remove yourself…”
“What was the point of all…that…” she didn’t even have a name
“Gra…” he sighed “Hermione if you are dissatisfied with the outcome you shouldn’t negotiate in the first place.”
“Yes. I mean, no.” this wasn’t going well “I am not dissatisfied. What I mean is – why we negotiated in the first place?”
“I believe that among all that screaming… Did you know that Malfoy’s strip the sound wards at night? Subsequently, entire household was awoken by your dulce voice last night. But, onto your question.” He continued, not letting her answer “As I was saying, I believe you revealed that you had the intention of manipulating me into helping you. I simply showed you that I am not easily manipulated.”
“That is not… I never wanted to manipulate you. If you want to know I wanted to…” the tension intensified inside her “I planned to ask you for your help. I, actually, believed that you would be changed. Better. How naïve was that.”
“Quite naïve.”
“You arrogant, ungrateful,…” she started but stopped surprised by sudden noise
Through the ajar window, the raised voice of Lucius Malfoy floated into the room. Words were unrecognizable but shear strength of the sound surprised them both. His face twisted briefly into a mask of concern before his features smoothened into focused expression. Severus raised to one elbow, leaning towards the window.
She blinked at him. Never, not during the war and not after she heard Malfoy raise his voice. Swirling on her heel she turned to the window and hastily approached it, pulling it wide open. She had to lean, flunging her upper body outside so she could see what is going on.
On the far side of the rose garden was Lucius Malfoy. Narcissa was at his right, Draco at his left. Malfoy was blocking the passage, refusing to let Auror past that point.
“You will not, I repeat, not take even one bird from my premises!” boomed Malfoy, leaning towards the Auror
She slipped back into the room and looked at Snape, confused
“Bird?”
“Peacock. Lucius breeds those silly birds.”
“Oh.” She bent to look again just in time to see Auror pointing a wand at Malfoy with one hand while motioning like he is going to push him with the other. Broken words floated through air
“…Azkaban…don’t care…died…”
All the tension inside her boiled. With a growl, she pushed herself from the window and dashed out of the room without a word.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
He was jolted out of gloomy thought by Hermione’s outburst. Not willing to fight and argue with a willful child he tried to brush her off. He had more pressing things to mull over than participate in a conversation that had a tendency to run in circles.
Hearing Lucius raises his voice thrown him out of balance. His friend rarely raised his voice. But it could have been nothing serious, Lucius wasn’t one to handle pain gracefully. And he supposed that curse did give him grief, even if most of the time Lucius acted like nothing was going on. Maybe conversation from this morning set Lucius into a bad mood.
The shouting, at least, forced Hermione to move. In retrospect, he wasn’t sure how good of an idea that was, given that he was presented with a sight of her behind while she dangled out of the window. Whatever it was, he thought it can’t be that bad if involved Lucius’s birds. The man was insane with them and horses.
But the moment when Hermione sprinted out of the room with an angry expression on her face he groaned. Something was definitely off.
‘If she insults him… if she tries to say the word to him… I will curse the life out of her’
“Mistry!”
“Master Snape call Misty.”
“Can you track Lucius’s elf, the one that can show me what is going on in the garden?”
“Misty can show. All elf’s can. Does Master Snape want’s…”
“Yes. Show me. Show me Miss Granger, stay with her until instructed differently.”
Misty plopped to the floor and snapped her fingers. The sphere appeared in the air.
~Hermione was running through the main hallway. The mask of boiling rage on her face. She cut straight into the remodelled drawing room and through the portrait hall. She nearly damaged the door running to the terrace and quickly descended down the stone staircase. Muttering as she run wand already in her hand.
She headed towards the group. Lucius, Cissa I Draco standing on the path that leads towards the chicken coops, blocking the way. One Auror, in the battle stand, argued with Lucius.
Cutting over, she run across the meticulous lawn and jumped over the short hedges, reaching them in record time.~
He growled, listing the curses that will find their way to her if she dares to oppose Lucius and deny him the right to defend his property.
~Hermione reached the group and inserted herself in the middle, between Lucius and Auror. Auror smirked and Lucius flexed his arm around the cane.
“How dare you? How dare you behave that way? Threatening the Master of the house. Attacking the man with cane?” she hissed in Auror’s face.~
Her words stunned him. His brain was doing summersaults trying the grasp what was going on? By all appearances, it seems that Hermione Granger, the brain of the golden trio, was indeed defending no one other than Lucius Malfoy. It was so surreal that he couldn’t grasp it.
~ “I am not threatening anybody Miss, I am simply trying to do my job.”
“You won’t remove them from my sight!” bellowed Lucius
“I have power to arrest you, Mr Malfoy if you refuse to abide by your agreement.” Growled Auror
“You can bring whoever you want and he can look at them here, in the presence of my animal caretaker and myself.”
“You are in violation Mr Malfoy, I am forced to bring you in…” hissed Auror and made a step, but he was stopped by a slender form of Hermione. She pointed her wand at Auror.
Lucius made a motion like he is to step forward, but Cissa laid a gentle hand on his biceps.
“Miss…”
“Do you know who am I?” Hermione growled at Auror
“Yes, Miss Granger. However, even you are not allowed to interfere, no matter how…fond you are…of your hosts.”
“How fond I am of my hosts is none of your business. I am, however, familiar with the law. In fact, familiar enough to know that Mr Malfoy is not in violation. Not unless you suspect that… peacocks… are some form of rare and dangerous Dark Magic.”
“Miss Granger, Minister himself…”
“Minister? Why, why didn’t you say so before. I happen to know Minister Shacklebolt. In fact, I was present when Minister promised to a war hero, recipient of the Order of Merlin First Class that Aurors who have a prejudice against Mr Snape and Malfoy family won’t be allowed to the Manor.” She smiled cruelly “In fact, I think I’ll ask him myself if Mr Malfoy is in violation.”
Before anyone could react she twirled her wand and shapeless blob appeared
“Harry, we have a situation at the Manor. Could you come here, please, with Kingsley? As fast as you can.”
The blob disappeared. Lucius sent a stare accompanied with the wicked grin to the Auror, over Hermione’s head. Auror shuffled his feet, not sure if he should continue to argue or if bolting would be a smarter idea.
“I do not recommend you to desert us now. Even if you are not present, I will be more than willing to lend my memories of the event to Harry Potter and Minster Kingsley.” She smiled sweetly at Auror
Like he was summoned by her words Potter appeared, he ran towards her pushing Auror aside
“Hermione, are you ok? Snape, did something happened to Snape?”
“No Harry, Severus and I are fine. But the nice Auror here is causing problems.”
“What kind of problems, Miss Granger?” the deep voice of Kingsley joined the conversation forcing Auror to jump slightly.
“Well, you see Minister, he claims that Mr Malfoy’s peacocks have to be taken for examination. When Mr Malfoy refused to allow his birds to be removed and offered to grant a pass to Ministry official to check them in their coop. Auror… what is your name?” she turned to Auror
“Jenkins.”
“Thank you. Auror Jenkins told Mr Malfoy that he is in violation and tried to arrest him. Now, in normal circumstances, I wouldn’t oppose, but I happened to overhead Auror Jenkins voicing his displeasure with Mr Malfoy’s release from Azkaban. And Harry did show me Wizengamot decision concerning Mr Malfoy prior to my arrival here.”
Lucius glared at Potter but the boy ignored them. Cissa clasped her hand over Lucius’s.
“And I know that Mr Malfoy was well within his rights. When I tried to explain that to Auror Jenkins, he told me, not is so open words, that my fondness towards Malfoy family clouding my judgement. He told me that you Minister authorised…” she paused “…removal of dangerous objects as…peacocks.”
“Hermione, are you insane? I stopped the Wizengamot session over a dispute about some silly birds.”
“Those are not silly birds, Harry. Besides, Auror pulled his wand at Mr Malfoy even if Mr Malfoy never treated Auror or took his wand.” She smiled at Potter naively “And even you were present when Minister promised Severus that Aurors with a negative attitude towards Wizengamot decision won’t be allowed on the premises.”
“Miss Granger is correct, Harry. It wasn’t an emergency but this is a serious violation of power abuse. Auror Jenkins, why did you try to remove the birds?”
“Sir,” Jenkins gulped “when we tried to close the chase, we found numerous complaints against Mr Malfoy and said birds.”
“Complaints?”
“Yes, over the span of 15 years. Claims that Mr Malfoy using Dark Magic to breed his birds.”
“Well, does Mr Malfoy use Dark Magic on these birds?”
“I…I don’t know, sir.”
“Then why did you tried to remove them?”
“To test them, sir..”
“And who made those complaints?” asked Kingsley confused
“Other contestants, sir.”
Lucius smirked, puffing his chest proudly
“I never used any magic on my birds.”
“Contestants?”
“Yes, sir. You see, Mr Malfoy is taking his birds to the shows and competes with other breeders. He is winning for 15 consecutive years. We tracked Mr Malfoy’s purchase of the birds from a Muggle dealer, 15 years ago, and…”~
Severus started to laugh. Kingsley was mad but not at Hermione, no, he was mad at foolish Auror. Hermione and Potter had flabbergasted expressions on their face. Little did they know, even if Lucius did buy the blasted birds from Muggle dealer, he roped Severus into a task. He had to chase the man across England to get the bloody feathery pests.
~ “And…what?” Kingsley's voice sounded threatening
“Well, Mr Malfoy did win for the past 15 years.”
“That is not proof, Auror Jenkins. Why did you try to remove the birds?”
“Well, complaints sir.”
“Auror Jenkins, Mr Malfoy was freed by the Wizengamot and I support that decision, under a condition that Mr Malfoy hand over all Dark Magic objects that are in his position. Harry Potter supported that decision. Mr Malfoy handed us the list of all such objects in his possession, passed down as a family heirloom from generation to generation. He opened his home to us. Not a single object was found that was not on that list. If you had doubt, you should have sent Ministry official to perform necessary tests. And, I for once am inclined to believe Mr Malfoy, that the birds are not tainted with Dark Magic.”~
Kingsley was nearly red in his face, which Severus thought was feet on its own. For as long as he knew Kingsley, the man never lost his temper. Apparently, Hermione did had the talent to push people over the edge.
~”And even, even if the birds were exposed to Dark Magic… The birds, Auror Jenkins, are not Dark Artefacts, the birds are not to be removed even in that case. I do not see the reason for the removal of bloody birds unless you intentionally wanted to provoke Mr Malfoy into violation.”
Lucius twitched when Kingsley said ‘bloody birds’ but remained silent. Hermione, on the other hand, was starting to lose colour gradually.
“I postponed session in which we discussed passing of new law about Werewolf rights because you tried to inflict your misguided vengeance against Mr Malfoy by directly disobeying my orders. Report to your superior Jenkins, you are on desk duty until the investigation of this incident is conducted and the decision is made. If you set foot on Malfoy property, the next step will lead you directly to Azkaban.”
“Yes, sir.” Auror managed to shrink somehow “Good day, sir” he stumbled and rushed to leave Malfoy property.
“My apology Lucius.”
“Thank you, Kingsly.” Lucius shook his head
“I’m sorry, Kingsley. I really wasn’t…”
“It is fine Hermione. You were right, maybe bit too rash, but you did correctly.”
“If there is anything I can do to help with a new Werewolf rights law…”
“Your support will mean a lot, once when the law is voted. Give it a thought what can we do for them, based on the previous treatment of Werewolves.”
“If you wish, Miss Granger, you are free to use the law books in my library.” Graciously offered Lucius, she beamed at him
“Yes, thank you.”
“Harry, escort Hermione upstairs.”
Hermione shook Kinsley's hand, nodded to Lucius and Cissa and walked towards the house, in the direction from which she came, pale in the face. Cissa leaned to Draco and whispered something, he nodded and hurried to catch up with Potter and Hermione. Draco fell few steps behind until Potter motioned him to join them.~
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Harry followed Hermione. She was going in, for him, unfamiliar direction.
“Hermione, where are we going.”
“Oh, this is a shortcut.”
“Since when you are familiar with Manor so well?”
“I’m not, not really. Misty always talks about remodelling, so I knew.”
He glanced at Draco who just shrugged. They followed her silently through a room full of portraits and drawing room, main hallway and up the stairs. When she stopped in front of the door of room she shared with Snape, Draco spoke
“Mother and father will come to see him. Severus is probably worried, and since you came down, he knows. Let’s go to the tea room.”
At that Hermione glanced at Draco then him, her eyes bulged and she glided towards the floor, her knees buckling. Both of them caught her. She was pale and looked lost but not scared or panicked. Draco lead them towards the tea room.
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