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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione couldn't move. All will to do anything beyond wait to be told what to do drained from her body. Her mind however was screaming frantically, trying to free itself and gain control over herself again.
"Now," sneered Voldemort, let's see what delights we have in store for this pathetic bunch. I think it would be rather amusing to watch our little mudblood here deal with them for us, don't you agree?"
There were snickers from around the room, and murmurs of agreement, but she barely noticed, her eyes locked with those of Draco Malfoy, who was utterly terrified, his mouth moving soundlessly against his magical gag.
"Let's see how proficient our guest is at the Crucio curse, Severus. I believe she may need a little encouragement."
Hermione's mind revolted at the thought, beating against its confines, while a small rational part of her whispered soothingly. You have to really mean it. It won't work. Look at them, they are pathetic. Do you really hate them enough to be able to do this? But she wasn't sure of the answer.
"Who will have the pleasure of going first? Lucius, I think, since he doesn't seem to be able to control what happens in his own house, let alone other important tasks I set for him." He leant over the blonde man. "Your incompetence is fast outweighing any reason I may have to keep you alive. I would suggest this be the last time you fail me," he hissed menacingly.
Malfoy made no reply, except to nod his head anxiously in acquiescence. Voldemort stood back up, moving back out of the way, and gesturing to Hermione to begin. I can't do this! I can'! I won't! Please! she pleaded silently.
Snape stepped up softly behind her, laying his hands gently on her shoulders, his taller body pressed up against her back, his left cheek in the hair behind her right ear, his breath tickling the side of her face, She couldn't move, but her mind shuddered in revulsion at the intimate posture.
'Point your wand at Malfoy,' he instructed in a low voice. Her wand moved up as if of its own accord, and despite her desperately trying to stop it, all she could manage was to make her hand tremble slightly.
"Look at him. She obeyed. "Do you hate him? Would you like to hurt him?"
"I... I..." she stuttered, unable to refuse her reply, but genuinely unsure as to what she felt.
"He insulted you, your muggle parents, and your friends the first time you met him. Don't you hate him for that? How many people got hurt, including yourself and your friends when the Chamber of Secrets was opened by the Weasely girl? Whose fault was that? Are you not angry with him for manipulating you all and putting you in danger. Can you imagine how he laughed as he thought of all the mudbloods who would be killed by the basilisk?" His right hand slowly moved down off her shoulder, fingers sweeping down the side of her arm to her waist.
"Feel your anger and hate. Don't try to hold it in, you know he deserves what is coming to him. You know you want to hurt him for what he's done." The hand on her left shoulder now moved towards the front of her neck, trailing along the line of her collarbone.
With dismay, Hermione felt her body responding to his soft words, anger now starting to warm her insides. She wanted to run, but she wasn't sure, even without the Imperio, if she would have been able to pull herself away from the voice resonating through her. Her body's objection to the feel on his hands was also starting to fade, and Hermione's thoughts were becoming hazy. He began to stroke his fingers across the delicate skin in the hollow of her throat.
His nose nuzzled softy against her ear and his right hand slipped further and her waist, pressing her tighter to him. His robes flowed around her body, encasing her dark folds of material as he purred silkily in her ear.
"And what of Draco, constantly laughing at you for you heritage and your looks, insulting your intellect? Nasty and abusive, even towards his own friends. Who taught him to treat others this way, who educated him to despise muggle-borns? His father, whispering foul ideas into his head from the moment he was born, training him to believe himself better than others. You know you hate him for bringing up his son in such a way that he thought it acceptable to treat you the way he has.
"And what about the incident in the Department of Mysteries? You and your friends could have died so easily that day. He was there, he tried to curse you and kill you… and your friends. Sirius Black died that day. You hate him for that too…. Wouldn't it be better if Malfoy was dead, so that he cannot hurt anyone else?"
Snape's left hand drifted slowly lower, slipping under the neckline of her dress to brush his fingers back and forth across the top of her breasts. Heat continued to build in her at his words, and, the corner of her mind that was still rational realised, at the touch of his skin against hers too.
"Think of all the people he has killed over two long decades, all those he's tortured… and raped. All those muggles… Can you imagine what he would do to your parents? How he would fuck your mother as he tormented her, finally giving her the mercy she begged for with a slow knife across her throat. How he would laugh as he forced you father to watch. You're furious at the though, let your rage consume him…. He deserves punishment, and you can give it to him. Let your anger grow."
And she did, her body burning with the intensity of her fury at the man who had been the cause of so much pain to so many people, as Snape poured words into her consciousness, alternately crooning, berating and hissing intensely.
Snape continued, his rich baritone sending a shiver of desire through her body, heating her further. She was losing her grip on her own mind, unable to tell the difference between the heat of anger, and that of lust. She could barely think at all, her reason lost as the response of her body clouded her head.
"You remember how he had you chained to the wall in the dungeon? How he stripped you bare and leered at your body? How dirty he made you feel? He would have been more than happy to stick his cock in you that night. Who knows what he would have done to you if I had not taken you away. How many young women have been destroyed by his sick…lusts?
Snape's fingers drifted lower, ghosting across her left breast and caressing her nipple gently. Pleasure shot through her, clearing her mind slightly for a split second, and disgustedly she realised that her body was responding to his touch, that it wanted more. Her nipples were hard, her body arching back into him instinctively, without either his or her command. The shame she felt at her body's reaction was swallowed as the haze dropped back over her, leaving only the white-hot fury and desire again.
"You want to hurt him, don't you, teach him a lesson he won't forget, for daring to touch you in such a way, for the pain and agony he's caused you. Take revenge for all those defenceless women he's raped and killed." She was now completely unaware of anything else beyond his voice and the scared face of Lucius Malfoy. "You want to give him the pain he's given to others don't you?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"You want to make him suffer, as he made others suffer?"
"Yes."
"How do you feel about him?"
"I hate him," she spat.
"What do you want to do to him?"
"I want to hurt him."
"Then Crucio him…"
A blinding rage overwhelmed her. There was nothing else in the world besides the man cowering in front of her. Even Snape's presence behind her and his touch on her skin was forgotten as she concentrated all her anger and whispered…
"Crucio…"
Light flew out the end of her wand, half blinding her. It hit Malfoy with such force that he flew up in the air and slammed into the wall behind, narrowly missing another death-eater. Malfoy was pinned against the wall with the stream of magic pouring out of her wand. He was writing in pain, clawing at himself and the wall behind him, leaving gouges in his own skin and blood stains on the walls.
There was a slight movement to Hermione's left that she barely noticed, and suddenly his silent screams became audible, ripping through the room.
At first she couldn't see anything but the man before her; the pounding of her heart, and the rushing of blood in her ears deafening her. How long she stood there flaying him with her curse she did not know, but she slowly became aware of the room around her, Voldemort cackling happily at her side, the other disgraced death-eaters shrinking away from her. She realised that Snape had stepped back from her, no longer running his fingers over her skin. Her anger ebbed and began to cool.
Oh God, What have I done? Her mind screamed, breaking the hypnosis that Snape's words had wrought. The curse stuttered and failed, and as her anger dissipated her body swayed, even the Imperius still upon her unable to keep her upright. She crumbled to the floor, the loss of energy and power leaving her drained and weak.
Voldemort threw back his head and laughed manically as Malfoy's body slid brokenly to the ground, twitching slightly. "It seems our little mudblood has more power than we gave her credit for. Are you sure of her blood status, Severus? It would be a shame to let such a natural talent go to waste."
"I don't believe we have been mistaken in her parentage, my Lord, although I would be happy to investigate to see if she has any magical ancestry."
"Let me know what you find, Severus. She could be…useful."
"My Lord."
From her position on the floor Hermione could see both dark wizards looming over her, one still sporting his gleeful smile, the other frowning down at her, his long dark hair hanging down like curtains around his face as he watched her.
"See to your pet, Severus. It seems she will not be capable of a repeat performance and I haven't finished with her yet this evening." Voldemort bent down, pressing a long finger to her forehead again, and she screamed as her skin tightened, her magic bound again. It had been the only thing keeping her from falling unconscious, her body utterly spent, and as it was torn from her she fell into blackness.
The last thing she saw as her eyes closed was his concerned face above hers, his lips moving, but she heard nothing.
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