AN: ALL RIGHTS GO TO JK ROWLING THE REAL MINISTER OF MAGIC. We are just her subjects she graciously allows to play with her prized possessions.
Cast of Pairings: Severus/Hermione; Lucius/Hermione; Voldemort/Hermione; Harry/Ginny; Ron/Luna; Remus/Tonks - with smatterings of Rodolphus Lestrange/Hermione; Rabastan Lestrange/Hermione; Andromeda Tonks/Kingsley Shacklebolt
Canon Pairings: Lucius/Narcissa; Arthur/Molly; Harry/Ginny; Remus/Tonks; Rodolphus Lestrange/Bellatrix; Neville Longbottom/Hannah Abbott
Hermione gets a lot of debating action in this story, proving how clever she really is. I have gone through some routes and pairings obvious to me and I do not have her mouthing off like I read in some fanfics. In POA, IT IS HERMIONE who really gives the chance for Sirius to prove he did not kill James and Lily all those years ago, I rather think she would extend the same courtesy to Severus if given the chance.
KidSnatched
SNATCHED
Sigh. Hermione Jean Granger, you really are going to do this aren't you? She knew she was. What other options were there? They stay here they could give away her position out of fear. Or they could not give in and be tortured to death. Learning about the Unforgivables had earmarked a healthy fear for the enemy. She stood at the door of the sitting room – her parents watching some old sit com on GOLD and laughing their heads off. Creeping up behind them, able to make no sound what so ever, lest her parents turn around and enquire as to why their beloved daughter is pointing her wand at them, Hermione muttered the cantrip. Never had she felt as despicable as the moment she Obliviated her out of their existence.
How could she call herself a Gryffindor for doing something that seemed so cold hearted? Her tortured mind wondered if a Slytherin would know better. The world was not as black and white to her as it was to her two friends. She was sure not all the evils in the Magical community could be brought to Slytherin's door. She had read of nasty Ravenclaws. Even sly Hufflepuffs. Not forgetting Gryffindor's black sheep Pettigrew.
She waited until her parents were out of the house before she ran back upstairs to cry on her bed – they may be alive but she felt as if she had murdered them. Callously destroyed everything they had ever worked for. Her sacrifice for Harry. For herself. When she felt she had cried enough she started shrinking boxes and sent them to the Burrow where she was looking forward to one of Mrs Weasley's bear hugs and cinnamon rolls. Wiping the tears from her face as she worked. Then she telephoned the estate agent's and said it was ready to be sold onto a new family. It cost a lot from her savings to do this task. Not to mention her heart.
Then she needed one last time to walk around her street. Last little stroll where she could relive childhood memories. Of the park she played, picnicked, and hid from bullies. Squeezing out some slow, silent, tears as she saw ghosts of her pre-Hogwart's existence in front of her. Whatever happened to that mostly carefree little girl? Oh, that's right, she became friends with a walking target for one of the most cruellest monsters ever to slither his way into existence.
When she felt she had tortured herself long enough, Hermione shivered out the dregs of her sob and made her way to the corner shop owned by Gupta and Anita Singh. Buying plenty of muggle sweets as presents for Harry as part of his birthday present and something uniquely muggle for Arthur. Mostly she went to see the most adorable baby on this planet. Whilst her father rang through her basket Hermione tightly held the new little girl. Dark large eyes smiling so sweetly as she begged her favourite babysitter to play with her. Coffee coloured skin glowed in innocent joy. Short curly black hair clipped back in girly pink glittery hair slides highlighted the kid's apple cheeked smirk. Hermione's heart melted with motherly desire as she sniffed the babies head. Uterus on full alert she bounced the girl on her hip.
"Want to fly?" Hermione whispered. Tempting it was to levitate the child as a treat but Hermione felt Mina's parents might see that as irresponsible. So she did it the way her father used to by holding the girl up high over her head, causing a rushed descent to her waist before making the girl soar high again causing the girl to ring out with childish giggles. "See," Hermione whispered. "You're a clever girl aren't you?"
"Too clever," Gupta, the proud father beamed beatifically. "We love our little Mina."
"She is incredibly beautiful," Hermione breathed kissing the girl on the forehead and held her close again sniffing in the little baby aroma from her head. "Goodbye Mina," she sighed.
"BU!" Mina squealed. Trying to copy Hermione. "BU! BU! BU!"
Chuckling, Hermione set the girl down next to her father's till: "I will miss you, Mina Singh, you're gorgeous."
"BU!" Mina waved rather floppily.
"That's right," Hermione waved with her own hand. "Bu, bu, bye!" with one last peck Hermione hugged Gupta and kissed him on the cheek. "Look after her properly."
"I could not do anything else for my little angel."
"Good," she said. Knowing the truth about the Singh's beautiful girl. A small part of her hoped she had babysat a future Gryffindor.
She walked out with her purchases. Satisfied she had seen what she wanted to for one last time, she headed off back home, to finish off sending her things to the Burrow in time for Bill and Fleur's wedding. Of course, she had to safely fetch Harry first. Though how that would pan out was anyone's guess. Her Arithmantic equations held out for many variables. Some loss of limbs or life was shown through the equations. Still, there was no other way to get him free from Privet Drive forever.
"Priorities, Hermione," she whispered as she fumbled about for her keys. Dropping them on the floor due to some natural clumsiness she only had when in a Muggle neighbourhood. As a Witch she was wonderful, as a Muggle she may as well be Neville. Rolling her eyes she bent down to pick them up but they seemed to elude her as she kicked them right under the doorstep. "Idiot," she berated herself. Putting down her purchases by her feet, Hermione lowered herself on her knees and slid her hand between the small gap of the step and the tiled entry way scagging a nail in the process. "Ow," she winced. "Absolute dunderhead."
"You could try this, luv," said a strange cocky voice from behind her. She saw her door open wide – which meant the person was a Wizard. Suddenly, she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist helping her up. "Nice perfume, sweetheart," he growled in her ear. Hermione's throat went dry. "Feel nice in my arms, you do."
Gazing ahead Hermione tried not to think whom it was that had her in his arms. Of the very few Death Eater's she has met none of them sounded like this. Keep calm, Hermione. This git might not even be a threat.
"What do you want?" she whispered.
"Someone wants to see you, dear, now I know what you smells like I shoulda upped me price."
Upped his... a Bounty Hunter... no, Snatcher! Right, come on, square your shoulders. Do not give this brute the satisfaction of your fear.
"It is of no business of yours what I smell like."
"Ooo quite the snark aren't ya."
"One of my teachers excelled in it!" she retorted proudly.
"Ah, think I know who ya mean, luv," the man held her closer to his body. Invading Hermione's senses and personal space in a way she was at once uncomfortable with yet, disgustingly enjoyed, at the same time. "Sevvie." Sev... Snape. No one had the right to give him that moniker: Despite how Harry recalled events of that horrible night, Hermione had been hearing it differently, not quite prepared to believe the man to be a cold hearted murderer. The rage Snape directed at Harry told her something else. What really made Hermione rethink was that Snape did not gloat over Dumbledore's demise. Rather, how Hermione saw it, he seemed more distraught than anything. Yet, telling Harry any of this was a waste of time. Still, she gathered, there would come a time either or neither of us is proved right.
The man in whose embrace she was in nipped her neck to bring the attention back to him. Hermione wished she could use magic right now but the muggle heavy neighbourhood prevented her from playing to her strengths. "Yeah, he can be a bit of a party pooper, can't he, glad he weren't my teacher – wouldna got all that practice in kissing for when I met the right Witch," his tongue flicked onto her cheek. "I reckon you're her," he grinned against the nape of her neck.
"Hermione," an elderly voice said from the street. "Are you all right, dear, do you want me to call the police?"
"You tell this sweet old Muggle that you're fine, I'm your boyfriend," Hermione felt like biting his thumb that was currently tracing over her lips, "that way no one has to get hurt, do they?"
Gritting her teeth, he spun her around so Hermione could come face-to-face with Mrs Kirkbride. Sweet, courageous, old Mrs Kirkbride who had survived two Muggle World Wars but seemed extra feisty because of them.
"Everything is fine," Hermione forced a smile. "This is my boyfriend."
"Ah, he seems to be extremely affectionate."
"Can't keep me 'ands off her, luvvie," Hermione did not even know what this person looked like. He must be young but there was no denying he was also superbly powerful and one not to easily cross.
"Cannot say I blame you, Hermione would be quite the catch for any young man."
"Yeah, you got that right," the man said jovially. "So, not meanin' to be rude but my girlfriend and I have things to do," Hermione was sure she sensed a cheeky wink. Mrs Kirkbride actually winked and giggled back.
"Oh I won't keep you waiting then. Three marriages and six children under my garters. Useless to keep a man waiting, Hermione. Bye darling!"
"Goodbye," Hermione watched as the spritely OAP walked down the street to also offer her patronage at the corner shop.
"See, that weren't unpleasant now, was it?" the man whispered. The man manoeuvred her into the hallway, rather thoughtfully carrying her carrier bag full of sweets. "So, luv, shall we do what that little old gel thinks we are up to?"
"Certainly not!" Hermione exclaimed flushing with indignation.
"I promise I won't 'urt ya!"
"Unfortunately," Hermione said sweetly dangerous, "I cannot claim the same."
Instead of a vicious snarl or a slap in the face – all the man did was laugh. Hermione wished he would not. It was a deep, rumbling, playful laugh. It was now when she was forced around in a swift, smooth twirl to face her attacker. Unlike a ragged, wreck of a man with a scar decorated visage that she expected, Hermione was startled to find the man was young. Perhaps slightly younger than Snape and Remus. Older than Bill Weasley though. Twinkling bright blue eyes that could turn indigo when – she shuddered – nope. Long dark brown hair rakishly set in a pony tail. The red streak captivated Hermione's attention and she found herself reaching out to touch it. A movement not unnoticed by the stranger in her home. Helga's hex, eyeliner. The man wore sexy black eye make up and it still made him excitingly scary and definitely no less of a man. In the Muggle world he'd be mistaken for a Rock Star, David Essex was bought to Hermione's mind. Made her knees crumble just thinking about this guy in a band – he was definitely front man material.
"See," he winked and smirked. Dimples. Dear Merlin, her knees buckled completely. "I guess you won't be entirely against me advances would you, beautiful?"
No one, even Viktor, had not actually called her that with the gleam in the pupils this man did. Was it possible to lust after someone who actually meant you harm? Was it the danger of the situation that got Hermione's heart pumping? The fact he was completely unknown and yet had not let go off her? Vulnerable? No. Then why did she suddenly want to wrap her legs around him?
"I don't know what you mean."
"Course," the man winked again. "I mean," he tilted her chin up and moved her face side to side, examining her closely. "Though why would any Wizard in their right mind not want to kiss those lips?"
"Maybe you could do a survey!" she arched an eyebrow.
Another giggle from this man still pressed against her body. "I've been sent to ya," he sighed as if he hated what he had to do. "I have to take ya somewhere – but as I said," he leaned over and his hot breath fell deliciously down her skin causing her soft flesh to pimple. "I wish I upped me price coz now, ya see," he pressed his lips just under her jaw. A slight gasp left Hermione's throat. "I might like ya," he shuffled further forward causing her to stumble back against the wall knocking a small magazine table over as she felt the man's hands firmly grasp her hip. "I don't normally takes to a girl this quick, love," he murmured. "There's just a little feeling with ya, I can't help but think you an I would be good for each other," his head cocked down as he sucked her lobe. Legs wilted beneath her. "Hmm, taste jus' as good as you smell, beautiful."
How could she be doing this? Push him off! Ask him what he wants! Get rid of him. You are not this easily seduced, Hermione Granger. Instead what she actually said was: "Thank you," in ragged breath.
"Thinkin you like what I'm doin, luvvie," he whispered as he angled his head so he could kiss and suck her other ear. Rough hands rubbed up her waist. Long fingers spread over her stomach where she felt something like fire ignite within her. "Mmm, cherry?" she nodded. Weakened arms wrapped around the man's strong shoulders. "Oh, vanilla," he growled as he lifted her up so his lips were now kissing her hardening nipples through her tank top. "You're a real dessert, aren't ya, beautiful."
"Yes," she hissed her back arched as he lifted one leg over his waist.
Why can't I stop it? Am I perverted or strange? What will Ron or Harry say? She did not even know if she was with an enemy or a friend. Was that the turn on – the uncertainty? The excitement? The way his eyes twinkled? He ground against her hips where she felt something hard rub against her.
"Mmmhppph." she mumbled as the man slammed her against the wall again as he slipped his clothed body up and down hers.
"Likes it a bit rough, does ya, luv?" he growled as he pulled her head back exposing her throat to his hot heavy mouth and tongue. "I can do that an more for you, beautiful." Suddenly he felt something heat up in his pocket. "Another time, dear," he said settling her down. "Shame but it seems my client won't be kept waitin'."
Now he was no longer touching her Hermione's head seemed to stumble out of her lust induced fog. Finally, understanding the danger she was in, Hermione kicked him in his still swollen crotch and tried to escape through the back door. "Oh no you don't, petal!" the man grabbed her by the waist again and pulled her flush against his body. "Don't think I won't finish what we started." She struggled against his grip but he was stronger, bigger and far more violent, in the way he held her. "As I said, though, I want to up my price – when I get there, I'm going to forego the gold and ask for you instead, Beautiful."
Then she felt her stomach twist as she was forcefully yanked through the now familiar tug of Side-Along apparition. Harshly they landed in their destination of choice. Hermione on her hands and knees. He dropped unceremoniously on his butt. Bright bursts of white light assaulted her eyes. The house was rather dingy. Though there was a rather familiar scent hanging in the air. Not that she had long to try to figure it out before she promptly threw up...
Then; everything went black...