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Void	By : katiecld Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 21190 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, they belong to J. K. Rowling and I do not make any money from my stories.

Chapter List
- 1-Empty
- 2-Sear
- 3-Try
- 4-Hold
- 5-Stay
- 6-Start
- 7-Fun
- 8-Dark
- 9-Work
- 10-Ceremony
- 11-Comfort
- 12-Class
- 13-Wrath
- 14-Hate
- 15-Over
- 16-Kiss
- 17-Say
- 18-Mine
- 7
- 8
- 9
At seven in the morning sharp, my small alarm clock rang loudly. I'd totally forgotten that I'd set it to start going off every morning, I hadn't even spent one night here yet.
Well, apparently I had.
I looked around after throwing the noisy instrument across the room, I was in my own bed. I had the same jumper on as yesterday, but no jeans. When I got up I felt my head pound, drinking hadn't been my greatest idea but from what I remember, it was a stupid amount of fun. What I didn't remember was getting back to the dungeon and whatever happened after. I must have just stumbled in and got into bed.
“Oh, hey Crooks.” I greeted the orange fluff ball who came to rub against my ankles. “Didn't get lost after all, huh?” I smiled and was replied to by a long meow. My head throbbed a little more and I grabbed a blanket to wrap around myself before making my way out of the room. When I reached my desired destination; The kitchen, I slumped down on a chair and rested my head down onto the cool surface of the table. About five minutes later the lights flicked on, I groaned loudly and covered my head with the blanket.
“Are you going to sit there all day? You have inventory to take.” Snape said in his common drawl. I peeked out the side of the blanket and noticed he was wearing a set of black cotton pyjamas. Aside from that, he still looked as composed and elegant as usual. Me on the other hand, I probably looked like death warmed up.
“I might just do that.” I answered, my voice muffled from the covers. I watched him through squinted eyes as he moved to boil the kettle, pulling tea out of a cupboard. Then I noticed two plates on the side by the sink, one was full of food while the other was empty. I snapped my head up. “You made me dinner?” I screwed up my face, he simply continued to fish out two mugs.
“Don't flatter yourself, I had extra and left some out for you.” Was all he gave as an answer. Had he made it for me and was just saying that to cover it up? I instantly felt bad.
“Sorry...” I pained.
“As I said before, I simply left you some.” He grunted and poured the tea. He left mine on the table in front of me and left the room. “I'm showering first.” He said before disappearing.
I sipped my tea slowly, by the end of the mug I found myself feeling significantly better. I left my cup on the side and awkwardly waddled my way back towards my room, wrapped in blankets. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going since in one moment I was walking straight ahead and the next, I'd collided face first into a damp Snape. He let out a muffled “Ooomph” on impact.
“Ah!” I yelped, when I looked down to see he was only wearing a towel. “Sorry.” I spun around and walked sideways past him like a crab, then scurried into my room. I made sure I left it a good ten minutes before venturing out with my toiletries bag and a towel. I had a quick shower and hurried back to my room to dress. I donned most of my uniform, no matter how much I tried I couldn't tighten the cables on the corset tight enough by myself even with magic so I thought I'd search for Snape again, who I found sat in the kitchen eating cereal and reading a book.
“Umm, could you?-” I whispered and gestured to my back.
“You really need to learn how to dress yourself, Miss Granger. I'm not your mother.” He growled. He seemed in an iffy mood so contemplated leaving but he stood up. “Stand with your front against the fridge.” He ordered, I complied. Moments later the garment started to tighten uncomfortably, my body jerking involuntarily and almost making me head-butt the fridge door. I panted in sweet bliss as the contracting stopped. Snape moved closer to me and tugged on the laces again, making me jolt and sway back and forth. I panted out and groaned but not from the pain.
“Thank you.” I offered, breathless. He nodded and went to sit back at the table.
“Why did you chose this as my uniform?” I asked curiously, still attempting to gulp in air. He glanced up from his book at me, then continued. I sighed, was he really going to ignore me so obviously? Yes, probably. I thought. Just as I was about to leave, he spoke.
“Prescribed uniform is mandatory.” He started, I knew that already, was that all he was going to say? “Some professors don't prescribe it. But I have done with you.” I was about to retort; “Obviously.” But thought better of it. He got up again and walked towards me, I nervously backed against the wall. He invaded my personal space, eyes glittering. “Think of it as a way to keep you in line, Miss Granger...” He stated.
“I don't-” I started, he cut me off. “If you screw up, it's an easy way to punish you.” He moved his wand at his thigh and my corset began to constrict further, I gasped.
“Oh god, stop!” I yelled. As his wand tightened it, his other hand reached around to tug on the strings, causing my eyes to water. “Ow!” As much as it hurt, I couldn't help being excited by the close proximity between me and the potions master. I gasped and threw my head back, thumping it against the wall. Black spots began to cloud my vision, but before they took me over completely, the corset loosened. I coughed and choked loudly, trying to inhale as much precious oxygen as I could.
“So you see, you're forced to wear a constant method of punishment.” He sat back at the table and picked up his book as though torturing a person via suffocation happened as regularly as the seasons, though in his world it probably did. I only stood staring wide eyed and panting, unable to think of a single thing to say. Surely this was illegal? Technically a corset isn't classed as a torture weapon so no one would have thought twice for his choice, more so since most of the staff wear some form of one. Feeling rather helpless I rubbed the tears from my eyes and left the room, not wanting to be in his cruel presence any longer.
I donned my tie and cloak before leaving his chambers. Granted I didn't have to wear the tie until the term had started but I wanted to get used to wearing the whole uniform. I walked right out of the classroom, I knew I was supposed to take inventory but I could do so at my own leisure, so long as I completed it by the time school started. Not long after leaving the dungeons did I end up outside Neville's quarters, the journey taking a fifth of the time it took while intoxicated.
“Neville?” I rapped at the door, nothing. I did realise that it wasn't even ten thirty in the morning yet and he was hungover, well so was I but I was still here. Several moments passed and I decided to leave him alone, I made my way to the Great Hall instead. The spot that me and the boys had taken over last night was perfectly clear, as though nothing had happened. I sat and gently plopped my head onto the table, closing my eyes.
“Hermione?” My body was getting shaken slightly. “You alive in there, Granger?” The voice came clearer.
“Urgh kill me now, Malfoy.” I pulled the hood of my cloak over my head. Draco laughed gently and sat next to me, I snapped my head up. “Crap, what time is it?”
“Umm, you'll find it's one in the afternoon.” He answered, staring at his watch. I must have fallen asleep for a few hours. Groaning, I thumped my head down into my arms. “Eat this.” He offered, I hadn't even noticed he'd brought me food. I peeked up from my arms and made a face at the plate. “C'mon, you'll love me when you try it.” I shifted my gaze to him and took a bite.
“Oh god, so good.” I crammed more into me. Not moments before I'd felt dreadfully sick but I supposed now I knew why.
“See?” He tucked into his own plate. Part of me was still adjusting to being actually chummy with Draco, it had only been one night and he was already growing on me.
“Thank you.” I sighed happy when I finished most of it, unable to fit any more in. He just nodded, mouth full of food. I looked sidelong at him, he wore the same type of tie as me with 'TA' embroidered onto the end. He also wore a white shirt mostly concealed by a black and grey check jumper, he had dark blue jeans and shiny black shoes. Draco actually looked very professional. “Is that prescribed uniform?” I asked as he swallowed.
“Yeah, Professor Mark actually let me have some input, so long as it wasn't too colourful.” Pulling out a napkin he wiped his chin. “Though I don't really do colourful.” He muttered.
“I really like it, suits you.” I smiled a little, he mirrored me.
“Bar the tie right? It's hideous, I don't think anyone actually likes it.” He scoffed.
“I couldn't agree more.” I chimed, moving to flash mine at him.
“Ah, you have one too? Of course... Though I half expected the apprentice ones to look a little more refined.” Draco frowned. I noticed his gaze slip down. “Hey, stand up.” He half ordered, I managed to get to my feet. Once up he asked if I would take off my cloak and I did. “Woah, you look hot.” Gaping at me, he gave me a once over. “Is that just you or is it mandatory?”
“This is Snape's finest work.” I uttered, sarcastically. Though honestly I really loved the outfit. Draco nodded and grinned.
“I guessed as much. I doubt you'd have made yourself look like the grumpy sod if it was your choice. I clearly see the resemblance.” He laughed and I joined him.
“Honestly Draco, it could have been much worse. God knows the man hates me enough. I'm just thankful to be walking around looking decent!” Draco simply chuckled and nodded knowingly.
“Don't worry about it, he didn't and still doesn't like anyone.” He concluded. I wasn't sure if I really believed that.
“He'll always hold a special place for me in his heart.” I pretended to swoon.
“What heart!” He yelled and we both laughed. Neither of us cared about getting heard. Ten minutes later and Neville joined us, looking rougher than both me and Draco put together. Though I was happy to note that he'd managed to rid of all the confetti I'd stuck to his face last night. All three of us sat and idly chatted to one another after managing to get Neville to eat something, after which he perked up significantly. An hour later and I decided I really must go and do the inventory, so I wished them both good day and left, not before all agreeing to meet up again tonight but this time without the booze.
I'd just made it to the potions class door when my chest flared up, I'd stupidly let my mind wonder to some of my old class mates that I would never see again, or whose children I'd never see get admitted to this school. I clutched at my torso and slid down the wall. Admittedly the corset was helping, though at the same time it was stopping more of the air flow and I found myself getting dizzy twice as fast. My new over-hand shirt sleeves made it unnecessary for me to wear the gloves to hide the marks on my hands, but because the area was mostly bare I dug my nails into my slightly healed wounds there and caused them to reopen.
“Urgh stop, stop, stop, stop!” I muttered and clutched my head with a bleeding hand, leaving a blood stain on my temple. I waited it out and it eventually went as usual. A small dark red puddle marked the floor under my hand where the wound had seeped. I sighed and pulled myself up off the floor before quietly making my way into the classroom. I hoped Snape wouldn't be anywhere so I could clean myself up but I wasn't that lucky, when I turned he was sat at his desk writing.
“Tell me, were you sat out there so long to avoid having to work?” He asked, not looking up from his desk. I just stayed silent, I wasn't in the mood to play his game. I headed towards his office. “What did you do?” I heard him ask. Turning, I noticed he was frowning at me.
“Why do you care?” I spat, starting back to walk towards his chambers but he grabbed my arm above the wound.
“What happened?” He asked again, pulling up my sleeve. I noticed the wounds were worse than I thought they were, they definitely were going to scar. I tried to tug my arm away but his grip was tighter than it looked and felt. “Miss Granger, I can't have you contaminating my supplies with your blood.” Of course, he didn't care for me, only his precious stocks.
“If you have eyes you can see that I'm making my way to wash up!” I hissed at him and tugged again.
“Do not answer back to me.” He ordered calmly, annoyance clear on his face. My chest still ached tremendously and I just wanted to get on with the rest of the day.
“Oh yeah? And what are you going to do? Take points from Gryffindor? Fire me? Choke me to death with my uniform maybe?” I shoved at him. “Be my guest, I dare you!” I yelled at the end. Panting, I noticed my cheeks felt hot. When I looked into his face, his expression had turned dark. With his free hand he slowly ran it through the air in front of my outfit, my corset tightened. As it was still contracting he shoved me roughly towards his desk.
“You infernal chit!” He seethed. “You have no idea how utterly childish you are!” His hand waved at me again and I quickly got pushed onto the desk, shoving all the parchment and books onto the floor in the process. I yelped when invisible bonds clamped my hands and feet together and to to table.
“What the-?” My whispered question ended in a scream as a sudden feeling of being electrocuted surged under my skin. My body arched off the surface of his desk and when the uncomfortable feeling subsided, I slumped back down, panting.
“Always causing me such trouble! If you want pain, Miss Granger, I'll give it to you.” His dark voice was drowned out by another of my shrill cries.
“Stop! Stop it please!” I shrieked. Snape chuckled, but the sound lacked any humour.
“But you don't mean that.” He uttered and another wave came over me. The tightness of the plastic garment clinging to my chest was making my lungs burn, I couldn't breathe and black spots were starting to cloud my vision.
“Can't...” I panted before everything went dark.
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Okay so I'm really quite sorry this has taken so long, it's been a rather distressing couple of weeks and all I've wanted to do it curl up and read other peoples fictions! But alas, I was reading more Hermione/Snape fic and got struck with insperation! (I'm the sort of person who has a whole other chapter already writted when I post one, problem is I've come to a stale mate on my next chap and I hope I can figure out why it's not working soon and start updating again!)
Thanks for the patience, I'm not planning on abandoning this at all, you just have to bear with me!
(Also, sorry for any errors, I got lazy and only proof read it twice instead of my usual four!)
~GW
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