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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: In agreement with my beta – I’m posting this chapter unedited when she finishes with fixing the grammar and with me, I will re-post this chapter at a later date.
At that time, I do expect that some parts will be enhanced and there will be no grammatical errors.
I leave it to you to read it now or wait some more.
When I upload edited chapter I’ll remove this note :)
Why were they so set on tugging him around? Forcing him to go through all this? Severus starred at the powder-blue surface of the mat. There was a conflicting tingle on his skin, it clashed with the darkness gathered in his chest.
All he wanted, all he needed was to be left in peace. Why couldn’t they understand that? In the retrospect, he can’t go back among the wizarding population. He made himself a pariah twenty years ago and cemented that two years ago.
I wasn’t supposed to survive.
He survived. Worst of all, they freed him - that was his biggest crime. And if he would think on further consequences… Lucius placed him in even more perilous place. He could understand Lucius’s good intentions but - he was a half-blood, ex-Death Eater, Dumbledore’s murderer and now. . .
Now, on top of all that, he was a member of the pureblood elite.
The girl behind him couldn’t understand that. She was blind to the implications of him accepting the name Prince. Not even Potter’s word could wash that stain. And yet, she won't let go. If he learned anything about her during his years as her teacher - she never let go of anything she sank her teeth in.
She didn’t even allow him to stay numb. Going out and above to . . .
To what end?
Pointless, it was all pointless in the long run. Even what little of his goodness, of what he can be proud of - she took it away.
He felt her hands on his skin and closed his eyes, resisting to flinch, to run away from the touch. That was goodness. It wasn’t for him. Never for him. He didn’t deserve it, even if someone would be insane enough to offer it. Apparently, she was.
If they wouldn’t let him perish at least they could leave him to stay where he could be at peace. That, as it turned out, was too much to ask. There was at least someone for him, unreal at it was but it was there.
Suppressing the shiver he forced his gloomy thoughts toward much brighter ones. His dream lady.
The pressure and kneading of his muscles felt good, pleasant. Or at least it would be if it was her instead of Hermione. Her touch is simultaneously firm and tender. And it hurts him, wounds him. Damaging him more that bloody snake ever could.
Worst of all was that feeling. Inner struggle. His insides splitting and dividing him in half, battling. In the process of that battle, he was the collateral damage. He was at odds with his body. He was at odds with the world at large.
His body reacted in the most appaling, embarrassing way. Soaking up the sensations transforming them into undesired stimuli. His mind rebelled against it with disgust. His only salvation, that emptiness and blackness in his chest kept things levelled and in the realm of decency.
Her hands reached his lower back and she pressed on the spot that wasn’t painful a moment ago. An involuntary grunt escaped him.
“I know, I’m sorry, but your muscles are cramping up. This will hurt a bit. Sorry.” She blurbed and pressed again. The pain hit him again, it spread like fire from the spot she pressed, one line leading all the way up under his shoulder blade. The other line shooting down his leg.
He hissed at her, but she continued to knead on that spot. Severus gritted his teeth, after all, what was more pain in his life? She switched to the other side with the same result and same pain.
“That’s enough.” he barked, his muscles tensing when her arms pressed his buttocks over the towel.
“Ummmm, I am sorry but Matron…”
“Poppy can go and…” He bit his tongue, he will deal with Poppy, but he had to stop this now.
“I...I have to. If you manage to persuade her that’s fine, but today...And you do have cramps in your…ummm…gluteus.”
He heard rustling. Draco was watching her with narrowed eyes, scrutinising.
“My...gluteus, was it? Or any other part of me is not your concern.” Growled Severus.
“Enjoying yourself, Granger?” Quipped Draco with a smirk.
“If you think this is. . . Well, if you have any objections feel free to replace me, Malfoy.” Replied Hermione.
They were talking about him like he wasn’t even in the room. I should have get used to it by now. Something deep inside him protested against how he felt, but he was too tired and too . . . flat to do anything about it. To stop it or accept it. All he wanted was to be left alone.
“Nooooo, Granger, you may continue to grope him. After all. . .”
“Draco!” He used the tone he preserved for his Slytherins when he was to deliver a message on obedience and proper behaviour. Draco stopped mid-sentence and looked at him, eyes wide. The boy nodded and slumped back.
“I’m sorry, Severus. I’ll clean my room and make my own bed.” Sighed Draco and called “Misty!”
Elf popped in an instant .
“Misty, notify elves that tonight and tomorrow morning I’m taking care of my room.”
“Misty will, young Master Malfoy.” With that elf disappeared with a plop.
Hermione used the moment of his distraction to continue with her massage. He hissed when pain cut through his lower back and in the back of his thighs. He couldn’t escape her. He could hear Draco’s frown in his voice.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Do you honestly think we had a free pass with him? Everything we did wrong was corrected.”
“Corrected? You were barely in detention if some other professor didn’t punish any of the Slytherins...”
“Yes, Granger, corrected. We were rarely in the infirmary as well. Do you think Slytherins are healthy by nature or House allegiances? You’re so naive, Granger.”
“He always protected you, all of you.” She hissed.
Her hiss was accompanied with an increase in pressure on a very sore spot and he growled. “Silence.”
The bickering stopped. Massage didn’t. He could agree that his muscles did feel relaxed, but he wasn’t relaxed at all. The girl became to handsy with him, and he blamed Lucius for that. Lucius’s darts aimed to provoke him backfired and gave the ideas to the girl.
And with what she did. . . He wanted. . . No, his body wanted more. Given that only females around him were his ex-student - practically still a child, a married woman he respected and on occasion Poppy. . . Not to mention that he alone didn’t think that physical intimacy was what he needed at this moment or at all.
All he truly wanted is to be alone.
“That is enough.” he firmly said and hands stopped touching him “Misty, transfer me to the bathroom. Miss...Hermione, I’ll bathe myself - alone .”
“But…”
“A. L. O. N. E.” He growled turning to face her. She was crimson red and the relief clashed severely with few other feelings looking suspiciously like regret. “Misty!”
The elf was next to him in an instant.
“Take me to the bathroom, I’ll bathe alone today.”
“Yes, Missy will.”
“Missy.” Hermione’s voice was small and sad when she spoke. “Can you, please, stay with Severus and make sure he doesn’t need any help.”
He resisted the urge to groan, but Misty seemed satisfied with the request. “Misty will, Missy.”
In an instant, he was transferred in a tub full of steaming water. Finally, he could relax, even for a moment. Leaning the head in the edge of the tub he closed his eyes, his muscles didn’t feel sore, his head was empty of any thoughts and he was - alone.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Draco smirked. Granger looked like someone stole all the cookies from her cookie jar. He was on the verge to poke at her just a bit but the elf popped up handing him the note.
I’m waiting for you in the drawing room. This better be as important as you said it is, Malfoy. H.P.
Draco grinned, his plan was finally starting to unravel.
“I have to go, Granger.”
She looked at him, an expression of worry and pleading horror on her face. He felt a small stab like he was deserting her in the middle of the struggle, but he shook it off. It’s your own mess, deal with it.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that he left the room, giving his best not to appear eager.
Once in a hallway, he rushed to the drawing room. It was imperative that no one notice Potter’s presence. He barged into the room, placing privacy wards behind him.
“What the bloody hell, Malfoy.” Potter was on his feet, wand in hand.
“Relax, Potter. I just want some privacy from any means of interruptions or eavesdropping.”
“Even the one your elves can do?” Asked Potter warily.
“Even that one. I’m surprised you know.”
“Well, yes. . .”
“I don’t want to know. This is about Granger.”
“What about Hermione? Is she ok?” There was a sharp jerk of Potters head.
“No, she is not ok, but she wasn’t ok from the moment they came here. She is… I want her out of here.” He didn’t want to explain all of what he thought he knew to Potter. No doubt that Potter would find a way to put blame on anyone but Granger.
“And that was so urgent?” Scrawled Potter
“No. But that is a short version.” He smirked.
“What would be the longer one? She stole your spotlight again?”
“She is in no position to do that, no matter how much she tries.” He smiled at Potter “Then again, she isn’t trying either.”
“And that bothers you?” Blinked Potter dumbly “Odd that you would protest that, given what’s she’s done for you.”
“Precisely, Potter. I do not like to be in debt, so consider this my repayment. It is not good for her to stay here.” He narrowed his eyes at Potter.
“On that, we agree, but you are talking to the wrong person. I was against her coming here from the start.” Potter sighed, slumping back on the settee “She won’t leave Snape, I don’t know if she can while they have that connection thing.”
“I know. It is not good for her to be so. . . focused on Severus. But, I have a plan and I’ll need your help.”
“To get her out of the house?” Asked Potter, the note of hope in his voice.
“Yes. Well, until they break the connection she is bound to come here at least on occasion. But I have a way to persuade her to leave the Manor. And for that, I need your assistance.” He focused on his nails, feigning to be more relaxed than he really was.
“If you could persuade her I wouldn’t be here. So what is it?” Asked Potter with a grin. Draco had a desire to wipe Potter’s grin with a nasty hex. Instead, he just smiled slyly.
“Face it, Potter, neither of us can. But, I saw her looking with longing at the article in the Prophet, the one that calls all students who didn’t finish last year at Hogwarts because of the war to enrol a non-compulsory finishing year.”
“Since when you became so observant?” Smirked Potter
“Since always. - if it benefits me.” Smiled Draco. “Are you interested to hear my plan or to argue?”
“So, she read the article, if she didn’t react on it…”
“Yes, but if you help, that is... you can’t help by talking to her, but you can talk to McGonagall and persuade her to talk with Granger.”
“So could you.” Frowned Potter.
“Yes, she would serve me tea and cookies.” Draco worked hard to hide the bitterness in his voice “I’d have to spend more time proving my motives than actually achieving anything. You, just talk to your Head of House and leave it to me to plant the idea into Granger's mind.”
“And what about Snape?” Potter asked, he seemed interested now.
“I can assure you, Potter, he wants her as far away as possible from him. He won’t complain, in fact, he might even thank you.” Draco smirked, he knew well that Severus would never thank Potter but if he needed to play on that card. . . well. . .
Potter looked appalled at the idea. “I didn’t ask what’s he’s going to say, Malfoy. And I’m sure he wouldn’t thank me. I meant - how are you going to make her separate from Snape?”
“Ah, that’s the funny bit. I’ll negotiate - I’ll work the rest of my penance as her substitute, while she is in Hogwarts. Away from him and my home.” He gazed at Potter under his lashes, pretending to clean invisible lint from his robes.
“And spare your neck from public appearances.”
“I never claimed that my plan is altruistic.” Draco shrugged. “I told you I want her out of my home. I want my home Muggle free but more than that - Granger free.”
“She’s working you to the bone, bossing you around.” Grinned Potter.
“She is trying, but she is failing.” That was a bluff but Potter wasn’t all that bright.
The truth wasn’t for Potters ears anyway. But from his perspective, if the plan succeeds it was more than one victory. Granger would be safe from his father’s plans, whatever they might be and out of the Manson.
“You wish, Malfoy.” Potter barked the laugh.
Not as dense as I thought him to be. Still, whatever it takes. . .
Draco wanted to shove the truth down Potters' throat, but what good would that do? He had to preserve his family, not to mention what little of their family name was left.
It wasn't that he had any use of being the Malfoy now, not after Dark Lord failed. But, nonetheless, he had to live with that name and more smears on it wouldn’t help in a long run.
“What’s going to be, Potter?”
“Fine, I’ll help you but only because I think she shouldn’t be here or so fixated on him.” Nodded Potter, standing up. “Wait for my owl, Malfoy.”
“Yeah.” He just waved at departing Potter.
For better or for worse he set things at motion. Draco was sure that his father won’t be happy once the truth comes out. Dealing with Potter meant that others will find out, eventually. But at least, by that time Granger will be safe.
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