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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31716 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: I had a half of this chapter written from the previous day. And I did plan originally to tweak it. But, writing the rest of the chapter took a toll on me. And I can’t force myself to work on it anymore - not without going insane. So, you may call this “the first and only draft” of the chapter.
I know that some of you may not be affected by it as much as I am - and that is fine. My perception is such that is extremely painful for me to imagine him in this position.

Warning: Depression, non/con - ish sex (female aggressor), nervous breakdown, hysteric pain episode, reference to major canon character death. IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE INTENSE EMOTIONAL PAIN AVOID THIS CHAPTER.
Her eyes narrowed, focusing solely on his face. He stopped mid-motion. It took him few moments to bellow at her.
“What do you think you’re doing? GET OUT!”
“No.” she repeated through a constricted throat. This had to stop! Stop now. Raising her wand she cast a silent incantation, first to him than to the door.
“What…! What are you doing, you lunatic?! Release me at once!” he demanded. She can feel his magic flaring and brushing against her but then dissipating. And even if he’s struggling she is confident that the charm will hold.
I know you don’t understand but you will.
That is the only way. And she knows she can do it… She has to, for both of them. Pacing with firm resolve she approached the bed and climbed on it. It is the only way. To erase his and hers bad memories – to create new ones.
She is fine. She managed to beat her demons – all but one. And now she’ll erase that demon as well. The memory of Ron. Determined not be haunted anymore. In a way, he showed her the way – Severus. He taught her that bad memories can be circumvented by nicer ones if one had a point of comparison – which she didn’t.
And his memories of that… of what… of Bellatrix. Maybe he can’t move on because he keeps thinking about that. Just like her. Maybe he is also trapped in his bad experience, just like she is. Her brain is working properly now and she could easily add two and two together. How could anyone think of being with someone, if his last memory on sex is… she shook her head. No, she won’t call that a rape. And even if it was – it was Bellatrix. Besides he did everything he could for her to enjoy herself. The only problem crazy bitch (Thank you Molly!) had was his blood status.
She hovers above him. He can’t be angry at her or his magic would react. He protests, but he’s always like that – not accepting even when he knows something is good for him.
“Don’t you dare you little brat!” He growled at her, his voice vibrating dangerously.
She decided to ignore him. She stepped above him and he jerked his hands. They were secured by the spell Poppy provided her with. She grabbed him in her hand and frowned. Forcing her brain not to think about – sizes, it was no time for that.
His face stoned, his eyes narrowed and his jaw squared, tightly clenched. He was the embodiment of the phrase ‘if look could kill’.
She descended slowly, frowning. Maybe she should think about the size after all? Or lubrication for that matter. She guessed that her face revealed at least portion of what she was thinking because his face rearranged into a menacing mask.
What am I supposed to do now?
Fine, she had some idea about the basic mechanic, how that could work, but… she felt more stretched than she expected. Slight burn, probably due to a dryness wasn’t pleasant either. And his defiant glare full of loathing and defiant wasn’t helpful.
Ok, so I need something…right? Well,…
She closed her eyes and tried not to focus on the unpleasant or surprising elements. What to think about was… challenging. Shifting through her head she tried with Krum but that didn’t work either. Ron was out of the question. His face, cut by the keyhole floated to mind.
She opened her eyes, he was still glaring at her with the same expression. She closed her eyes again. This is ridiculous, I can think of him but not look at him. But she did started to think of him and gradually same itchy feeling forced her to move. Thinking did help with lubrication, but the stretch – there wasn’t much she could do about that.
She carefully moved up and down, trying to figure out the best way for a mechanics to work. It didn’t work so far, at least not in the way she expected. It wasn’t unpleasant or painful, it just wasn’t… too pleasant either. But maybe those things need time. She hoped that at least he had a better time than she did.
Or maybe I should speed up a bit? Deciding to take her own advice she forced her hips and legs to work a bit faster. She slipped a bit and changed the angle. Oh! Whatever happened, felt much nicer than what she was doing until now. and what she was doing until now could be described as riding a bike without a seat, a bike with very, very thick bar. Change of the angle, however, felt nice.
Trying to retain that angle she tilted her pelvis. Now, that was much better. or it would be if her thighs didn’t start to burn. Sex is hard work. Not so sure about the pleasure part. Frowning in concentration, keeping the chosen image in front of her eyes, she continued to move. There were definitely sparks and mild jolts.
She ventured a peek at him. He still had the same expression but muscles under his skin seemed somehow taut – more than usual. His hands fisting bed covers where they were pinned. She could feel tightening of his muscles. But he didn’t look like he is enjoying himself much either. Or maybe he did she just didn’t know how to read the signs.
Closing her eyes again, she continued to move. Ths was hard work. She was sweating and she could feel tightness and jolting of her muscles, but… whatever she needed – eluded her.
Finally, she gave up. She hadn’t had any more strength. And even if this wasn’t what she expected it still was far better than she knew by that point. She just hoped that is was same for him. Deciding that she can’t go on anymore, and she didn’t expect of him to participate…Not that he could, the charm was rather effective. She heavily sat down and jumped right up. Ouch! Right.
She carefully removed herself from him. Fine, there were no fireworks, for her and apparently not for him – the flagpole was still there. But it wasn't altogether unpleasant. Maybe fireworks demand joint effort? Well, no help there – he won’t cooperate. She opened her eyes and glanced at him.
Severus’s chest rise and fall just a bit faster but he still didn’t change his expression. She bit her lip. Maybe this wasn’t such good idea? His voice sounded taut as his face was when he growled at her.
“Move. Away. From. Me.”
“I… I thought that… Well, I won’t apologize.”
“It is hardly a requirement in these situations.”
“What situations, we just… And at any rate, it didn’t help. I’d say it wasn’t all to…”
“It never is, Miss Granger, when rape is concerned.”
“Rape?” Her brain just did a somersault colliding with her intestines somewhere in her throat. Is that what he thinks I did? No. No, I did not… I was just helping… She narrowed her eyes at him “Well, it sure beats your last time with Bellatrix.”
“That, Miss Granger, is a matter of opinion. Now, move away and release me.”
She rolled off the bed and walked to the bathroom, only then she took her wand and flicked it first at him then at door. She nearly reached a speed of light disappearing in the bathroom. Her heart was beating like crazy. Matron is going to kill me.
She could hear his bellow ‘Misty!!!’. He had to call few more times before elf appeared.
“Master called Misty.”
“I did. Where have you been?” She never heard him sounding so harsh towards the elf
“Misty was forcefully sleeping, Master. Big book hit Misty and Misty had to sleep.” She peeked through the keyhole, Misty was sporting huge bump on her head “What Missy did to Master?”
“Nothing, Misty. I just…require your help.” He sighed. “Missy is in bathroom and I… I’d hate to see me…”
“Misty help Master.”
She blinked, he lied. Why did he lie?
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Everything after that was… well just wasn’t so good. When she exited the bathroom he ignored her – glaring through the window. When the time for the pool exercises came it was almost impossible to do them. He would flinch or tried to avoid her touch. When they finally went to sleep it was almost a relief.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
He was grading papers when Flitwick hopped into his dungeon. He couldn’t remember if he ever saw a little man so excited.
“Death Eaters! Death Eaters are in the school!!”
Draco – supplied his brain, he was on his feet before he could think of it. His mind working fast, waving his wand and map of the school appeared.
“Where?”
Flitwick turned to show him and he pointed his wand at Flitwick’s back ‘I’m so sorry, Filius, but I’m saving your life.’ He thought Stupefy and catching a small figure before it hit the ground. Ice rolled inside him, freezing the air in his lungs. Sharp pain erupting in his chest and his guts.casting a silent
After tonight he will be alone. He won’t have anyone to confide in. And even if he didn’t like the Old Man, Albus was the person he trusted the most. Albus was the only one who held almost all his secrets. After Albus is gone he’ll have – no one.
Professor…
Green light.
Pain so profound that hitched his breath.
Green light.
Avada Kedavra.
Pain! Merlin, the pain! Gut wrenching, blood-freezing pain. Unbearable pain!
Albus falling.
Alone.
Lost.
All is lost.
Alone.
Abandoned.
Dead.
He killed…
He’s murderer! Worse he killed his only ally! He is all alone! Blood, blood that never going to wash off. Not only Albus’s blood...
Why? Why did he survive? Why… He doesn’t deserve to live! He killed. He murdered. He tortured. He rapped. He… He... Even today! So many sins. So many… Why is he alive?
Severus, please.
Severus, please.
Severus, please.
Severus, please.
His lungs are burning. His useless body can't even… He tried to curl up but his legs can’t move.
Severus, please.
Severus, please.
Severus, please.
He grabbed his head, pressing it between his forearms. Make it stop!!! Make the sounds and the pictures stop!
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Hermione jumped! The sound was horrifying – it sounded like a wail. Painful wail. Inhuman. She raised her wand and whispered Lumos.
Severus was trashing on the bed. It took her few moments to realise that sound was coming from him. She tried to jump from sofa to his bed and failed. Raising from the floor she climbed to the bed and stretched her arm.
The tears were streaming down his contorted face. Her arm lingered in the air, memories of him flinching from her came to the mind. She reluctantly left her hand hovering above him – not really touching.
“Professor.” She softly called.
Another wave of inhuman wails and trashing. Quiet screams accompanied with the aggressive shaking of his head. The breath came from him in laboured rasps, like he was choking. Among all sounds, the only recognisable one was ‘no’ repeated over and over.
He rolled to his side and tried to… do something. Something he was obviously failing to do. She timidly touched his shoulder.
“It’s fine Severus, it’s only a dream…a memory…”
Trashing and twitching and sounds continued. But he didn’t flinch from her touch. She wasn’t even sure if he registered it. Feeling encouraged by that she squeezed his shoulder. He continued to produce a sound that resembled a wounded animal, a man in pain and someone whos very soul is slowly burned out of him. Tears fogged her view.
“Severus… please….”
He tried to… it looked like he was trying to curl up in a ball. His entire body tugging in different directions.
“Please… Severus! Please…”
He screamed. Ear-piercing scream. He raised his arms and covered his head with them, digging his hands into the hair and curling them. Tugging on the long strands. She was sure that the grip was strong enough to make bloody marks on his scalp.
He can kill me later for all I care.
She pulled him to her lap, caressing gently his hands until their grip loosened. He stayed like that – with his hands in the hair. He pressed his face to her belly – sobbing inconsolably.
When Malfoys finally barged into the room they were both crying. The sobs quake his body in painful convulsions. His face still pressed against her belly. She was holding him half pulled to her lap and rocking him gently, caressing his hair and trying to croon at him.
She glared at Malfoys, afraid that they will try to separate them. She was determined not to allow them that. He needed support. He needed someone. He needed… her. And she would fight if need be to prevent… To her surprise, Mr Malfoy prevented his wife to go to them, glaring at Draco. He nodded to her and ushered his wife and son out of the room. She couldn’t be sure but she thought that she saw a watery glimmer in his eyes.
Severus was still sobbing and she focused on him.
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