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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31713 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: I like to stick to the books, but I find the symbolism of wors "Muddblood" carved in Hermione's hand strong, especially combined with her words "I am proud to be Muddblood." so I opted to mix movie and books in this chapter a bit.
My dear beta edited this chapter, so you won't have to suffer through my EnGrish. Thank you, Loki God of Evil.
WARNING: Scenes of torture, the memory of events in Malfoy Manor - from Hermione's POV.
Hermione exhaled deeply when Draco had left the room.
She was still reeling from her experience, and not in a bad way when had Draco barged into the bathroom without knocking or announcing first. Now, that had been highly embarrassing. It certainly wasn't one of her lifelong goals to be naked in front of Draco. That was something she would struggle to live down for a while. Same way it made it all so real.
Wasn't I supposed to be a 'good girl'?
But to be ready to have sex, even with an imaginary partner, in the same room with her catatonic ex-professor…
Another moot point.
Hermione sighed. She might avoid contemplating her actions. She might have found a perfectly logical, albeit feeble, excuse for her behaviour. The truth was, her morality had a low bar when it came to sex, or maybe it was only this low when it concerned Severus?
She was more than ready to touch him, to watch him masturbate, touching his arousal while looking at her. Sweet Salazar, she had been ready to have sex with him. And now, apparently, to get him off or to do - whatever this was. And she was able to relax enough, to persuade herself, to let go and enjoy it.
Worst of all - she wasn't opposed to the repeating of the performance either. Ghost or no ghost. Whatever, whoever this was, it felt bloody amazing.
She felt alive!
Alive and a bit tired, exhilarated in fact.
And then, there was still that odd feeling. Familiarity. But maybe that was only her imagination? She didn't have much to go on in that department. Through, if she was right in her blind guess - would she be so against the idea?
Hermione frowned. No, she would not. And therein lied the rub. Why? She shook her head.
"Silly me. I could parade naked as the day I was born in front of you, and you still wouldn't notice me. I reckon I'd have more chances with Malfoy senior with my blood status and all."
Hermione nearly jumped at the sound of her own voice as it echoed gently around her. She didn't even realise that she'd been speaking aloud. For some bizarre reason, she had a need to go to the bed and run her fingers over his face. But with a heavy sigh, she shook her head again.
Severus was on the bed. Resting with a serene look on his face. She could have sworn that he had a soft satisfied afterglow around him too. She softly smiled and spoke to him. "It seems that both of us had some luck this evening." She said, brushing a stray curl behind her ear. "It's time to rest. Please, come back to us, Severus. Soon."
Lying in bed and whispering an incantation, she wriggled, sinking more into her pillow and covers. She could definitely get used to this.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Floating. He was floating.
Softness enveloped him like a fluffy white cloud.
In the emptiness of bliss, he could still hear her subdued sighs and moans. Sweet Salazar, she sounded so sexy!
And most importantly - she didn't judge him! She always accepted what he had to offer without request or expectation. Her mind completely blank, with just a hint of shyness. Her shyness was like a fuel to his fire.
He could still feel her, taste her on the tip of his tongue. She was light honey mixed with herbs. A sweet and savoury mixture. Both fighting for dominance at the same time. The relaxing scent of lavender combined with the tangy bitterness of almonds.
She was utter perfection!
Darkness.
He sank into a sleep still listening to echoes of her voice.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
She shuddered at the look Grayback gave her. Her heart pounding in her chest. The whoosh of blood in her ears.
Pain erupted when Bellatrix grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the middle of the room. She lost her footing quickly. Bellatrix, as usual, showed no mercy. She shoved her to the floor, snarling in a twisted way when Hermione's knees collided painfully with grey and green marble.
The bedraggled looking madwoman cackled, she was upon her in a matter of seconds. Looming over her, wand in one hand, athame in the other.
Pain again. Searing pain, when a thin, obscenely sharp blade touched her skin, penetrating it like a hot knife through butter. The blade slid through her skin with ease, sinking into muscle, then almost touching bone. She whimpered, pursing her lips to prevent the sound from escaping.
"Where did you get that sword?" Hissed Bellatrix, hovering over her face.
She mashed her lips again. A light touch to her abdomen. Pain! Merlin's beard, the pain! She'd never even heard the words being uttered. Her nerves were still screaming in sizzling heat when the skin on her arm erupted in another burst of pain.
Cuts running deep, like Bellatrix was trying to carve her bone. She screamed. She could be tortured to death, but she wouldn't speak. In fact, she would scream if she had to, but speak. . .Never.
Bellatrix repeated her question. The woman was screaming in her face, asking questions repetitively.
She lied.
Pain again. And again.
Another round of questions. And another round of lies.
Trying to distract herself, her eyes roamed around the room finally settling on The Malfoys. The family, all three of them were huddled together near the vast fireplace.
Lucius looked half scared, yet half gleeful. His expression was one of excitement mixed with fear causing the muscles in his jaw to twitch, giving him the unnatural appearance of having a nervous tic. He was holding one hand around Narcissa's waist and the other on Draco's shoulder. And she wasn't sure if he was supporting them somehow or warning them?
Narcissa's face, she seemed to wear a mask of calmness, but her eyes! Narcissa's eyes were full of horror, hope and sadness. Was she sad because I bled on her floor? She thought almost absentmindedly. It wasn't her biggest concern at the moment. But Narcissa's eyes confused her.
Then there was Draco. He was rooted to the spot, unable to move. His jaw was trembling so much he was sure Bellatrix could hear his teeth chattering. He was quivering. His eyes closed just for a second for respite, then springing back open again, he gave one terrified glance to Bellatrix's back then directed his eyes at her.
Pain again!
Another round of questions followed by another round of cruciatus. But it seemed like Bellatrix had learned her lesson - she didn't push her over the edge. Her technique hadn't broken the girl, Hermione was still defiant, sobbing but defiant.
Her throat though, it hurt from the repetitive screams. Raw from shouting, from pleading.
Darkness.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
With a sharp intake of breath, his eyes blinked open. Shadows danced around the dark filled room. A thin streak of soft, fluttery light breached from the ajar door. He closed his eyes.
No, no, no. I want to go back. Bollocks.
It was so nice, so peaceful. She was there.
He fell asleep filled with bliss. With happiness. Replaying their encounter in his head.
This dream - dream about the Granger girl being tortured - invaded him rather rudely. It smashed his cocoon of peace as if it was made of glass. Yanking him to the harshness of couches world once more.
Maybe if I pretend…, maybe they wouldn't notice and I'll be able to slip back?
But why would he dream of Granger?
Reality rushed back in and he nearly moaned. No, not a dream - a memory. Whatever happened to the girl had triggered that memory. He shuddered. He didn't know. Not until now. No one told him, not even Draco.
So many missing pieces were falling neatly into place. He could understand a bit more about the girl. And, try as he might, he couldn't help but feel respect for her.
Like anything else with magic, the intent was the key. The strength of the spell depended on intent and casters ability to focus. Bellatrix was pure hatred and she was more than capable of focusing that hatred efficiently. He should know. She could go back to back with Voldemort in that.
Stabbing pain spilt through his chest.
He didn't want to think, to remember anymore. Not now. Especially not now. She was not his responsibility. He didn't know then. And even if he did - he wouldn't be able to help her. The best he could do would be to watch.
That stabbing pain radiated through his body again.
Footsteps and voices. Sniffling and sobs.
He kept his eyes closed and his breathing light. He pretended that he was sleeping.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Draco jumped from the bed, wand in hand. He was shivering. Screams echoed through the house, reverberating against the walls.
He grabbed his robe and pulled it over his head. Draco detested nightshirts and opted to sleep in his undies, but during situations like this - he always kept his robe at hand. It was one in the long list of mementoes from the war.
He ran to the hallway nearly colliding with his parents.
The door to Severus's room was open.
Another scream. His parents rushed in the direction of the sound. He followed them. He wasn't keen on going first. He would gladly admit being a coward. Better a live coward than a dead hero. His parents had more experience and he gladly let them lead.
The scream drew back images that forced him to shiver. Images long since repressed. Lost in thought he bumped into his mother's back when they had reached the source of the sound.
In the newly decorated room, on a white marble floor was Granger, curled up. She wasn't screaming at that moment. No, she was mumbling and the hair on his neck straightened in response.
"It is a fake sword, it is a fake… please." Granger kept repeating over and over.
He pushed beside his frozen parents and approached her. Kneeling next to her, he looked at his parents hoping for any hint what to do. They were almost in the same state as Granger.
His father was lightly swaying on his feet. Look of terrified horror on his face. That day, that event had cost his father, his entire family dearly.
After that day they were all punished. It was impossible to hide it from the Dark Lord. They had Potter and they let them escape. Escape with their wands, with the sword and worst of all with information.
The Dark Lord never believed him that he didn't recognize Potter. Even if he had concealed the truth from the Dark Lord like his aunt thought him… he had still been punished. Draco had the need to scratch his shoulder blade where a row of six brands was burned in his skin. Six circles with two snakes forming letters SS.
He later learned that the brand was designed by Severus. He had used it to mark those that the Dark Lord had considered as traitors. But then he was just grateful that he had managed to lie good enough to spare his young life. He was also grateful that he had a low tolerance of pain and that he passed out after first two brands scorched his flesh.
His father was punished by the curse from which he still suffered. But Lucius was punished even more than that - they never managed to repair their relations after that. Draco couldn't go past his father's reactions.
Even his relations with his mother suffered a bit in the aftermath. But for some reason Dark Lord didn't punish Narcissa so severely, holding her only shortly under crucio. In any case much shorter than he held his aunt.
Now, however, Lucius was pale-faced and his mother's eyes were full of unshed tears.
He leaned and lightly touched Granger's shoulder. She screamed and huddled more in herself. With a shaking hand, he reached her shoulder again, shaking her. "Oi, Granger, wake up. It's just a dream." He called.
She shrieked again, pulling from him but wearily opened her eyes. Shaking and cowering even more when she saw him.
"All right there, Granger? You're safe." He tried to sound consoling but his voice was breaking. He was shivering as well.
"Safe?" She repeated coarsely, confused and lost.
Her eyes darted to his parents, and him, then she crawled back, away from him and them.
"Yes, safe. It was just a bad dream." He repeated, unsure what else to say or do.
Time ticked on. She was darting her eyes around the faces and the room. Eventually, they settled on the floor. Her hand moved in slow motion like someone had cast the 'Aresto momentum' charm. She touched the white marble beneath her.
Finally, she nodded. Not looking at any of them she mumbled, "You didn't want me to be tortured?"
"I don't like you Granger, but I'm not a monster," he replied, feeling embarrassed that he had to admit that out loud. In the background, his father recoiled slightly.
Granger nodded again, lost in thought. "Right. Thank you. I'm… I'm sorry to wake you all."
"Yes, well," he cleared his throat. "Try not to make a habit of it. Let's get you back to your room and to bed."
She shook her head, still looking at the floor. "No, no need. If… If it's the same to you I'd like to stay here for a bit."
"Of course. We'll leave you alone." he nodded.
But when he tried to stand she grabbed him by the sleeve. "You, you never wanted me to be harmed," she repeated.
With a sigh, he sat next to her on the floor again. Motioning his parents to leave them. It appeared that Lucius would protest, but mother pulled him to the corridor. He stayed with Granger, not entirely sure why he was there with her in the middle of the night.
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