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"Get your filthy hands off me!" she screamed. However, her cries fell onto deaf ears. The Death Eaters holding her captive showed no mercy, tightening their grip they continued to drag her further down the dimly lit corridor. Slowly, a large metal door came into view. The Death Eater she knew by the name of Darkmore stopped suddenly, pushing her small frame against the cold, stone wall. The hairs on her neck stood on end as she felt his hot breath upon her cheek.
"Such a beautiful girl" he whispered into her ear, as he began to slowly caress her dirty brown locks. She tried to break free, but was powerless under his enormous weight. Darkmore sniggered.
"Oh, am I making you uncomfortable darling?" he continued before moving his hand carefully over the curves of her body.
The second Death Eater who Hermione had almost forgotten was with them suddenly piped up.
"Darkmore!, what are you playing at?!, Do you want us to be punished?"
Darkmore's hand stopped suddenly at the waist band of Hermione's trousers. He gave his companion a filthy stare.
"You're lucky this time mudblood" he whispered viscously into her ear.
Clearly tired of his little game, Darkmore shoved Hermione to the floor. Hitting the ground with such force, she caught her cheek on the uneven edge of the stone wall. Hermione began to feel warm blood dripping down her cheek. Wanting the world to swallow her up, she pulled her legs close to her chest.
The second Death Eater began to speak once more. "You need to be careful Brother, you know what will happen if one of the Dark Lord's inner circle catches you!"
Yet before Darkmore could give a response, another voice entered the conversation.
"Yes Darkmore, do you recall the Dark Lords orders? drawled an all to familiar voice.
A sudden silence fell over the small group, which meant only one person could have joined them. She had known that rich, deep voice to have frightened many over the years, but for some reason hearing his voice alone was by no means proof it was him. She slowly lifted her head. There, standing so confidently before her, was none other than Professor Severus Snape. Clearly unaware of the girl on the floor, Snape continued his rampage.
"I asked you a question"
"T-t-he D-dark L-l-lord..." started Darkmore, before being almost instantly cut off.
"I do not recall the Dark Lord stammering with his instructions boy, now begin once more" he commanded with such a power only he could convey.
Hermione heard Darkmore inhale unevenly.
"The Dark Lord forbade us from fraternising with the prisoners" he replied with speed.
She heard Snape sigh tediously.
"I believe" he began " the Dark Lord explicitly stated that all prisoners were to be brought to the integration room untouched, until either himself or any of the inner circle stated other wise".
Tension began to build in the air before Snape continued.
"Now" he paused " I am willing to overlook this small oversight on this occasion, but if I catch you fraternising with prisoners again Darkmore the Dark Lord will hear of this. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes" replied Darkmore timidly.
A small smirk briefly formed on Snape's face.
"Now before I loose my patience any more, place the prisoner in the integration room"
Hermione let out a small groan as Darkmore roughly grabbed her arm, forcefully pulling her to stand. The small sound that had escaped her lips caught the attention of the man in black, and for a split second the mask of Severus Snape had dropped.
* I thought I would try a different approach to the possible romance of HG and SS.. so please let me know what you think and more will be on it's way :)*
