Healing Through Pain

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of its characters. All I own is my own perverted fantasies, which I happily share with you. :) Also, if violent sex offends you, do not read. If you still read this, it's not my fault- you were warned.

This is my first fic that hasn't been completed BEFORE I post part... so I'm still kind of' a posting virgin.. hehe

Dumbledore sat quietly, assessing the report in front of him. There had been many casualties in the latest raid by Voldemort's lackeys, and there were 2 in particular that he had to report to the young Ms. Granger. He saw the girl in question step into the room with a cheery smile on her face and he sighed.

"Hello Professor Dumbledore, you wanted to see me about something?"

"Yes, Ms. Granger, please have a seat." She quickly sat down in front of him. It was only when he didn't speak that she started to get worried. "Is everything okay?"

"Ms. Granger, it is with deep sympathy that I tell you.. Both your parents were killed yesterday.. in a raid orchestrated by Voldemort."

Her eyes opened, whipping around the room. In an instant, she recognized the infirmary and looked beside her bed. Ron and Harry were sitting in chairs next to each other, sleeping peacefully against the other. She almost hated to wake them, they looked so sweet, but she just couldn't remember how she came to be there. Waking them as gently as she could, she called out their names as she shook them.

"Moine?" Ron said gently.

"You okay?" Harry stood up next to her bed, looking his dear friend in the eye. She just seemed so... unburdened. To lose both her parents, and then seem so calm. It was odd.

"Hey.. I think I'm okay. But, well, to be honest- I don't remember how I got here. Could you tell me?" The two boys exchanged worried glances, but just as Harry started to speak, Snape came strolling n.

"Potter, Weasely, back to your rooms!"

"But Professor Snape..." they both started in.

"Ten point deduction from Gryffendor house each." Snape glared at them as they slunk out of the door; all the while the boys held their tongues and didn't look back.

Snape walked up to the side of the bed, with a look of annoyance. "Hello Granger, how are you feeling?"

To her ears, it sounded more like "you're still around?" in a disappointed tone.

"I'm fine, but could you tell me how I came to be here?"

The girl didn't remember? He wasn't very good with the emotional aspects of anything- that's why when Dumbledore had to leave quickly and asked him to see about Ms. Granger, he had refused. Of course, though, it wasn't a request. He thought about how to tell her.. How would I tell myself? Ahhh... like ripping off a muggle band-aid... very quick and unfaltering.

"Your parents died in an attack on their home. Dumbledore was telling you that little tidbit when you passed out stone cold, and now you're here."

She looked up at him in disbelief, her eyes wide with unshed tears. For a moment, he thought she might faint again, but she just sat quietly taking it in.

"When?"

"When did they die or when did you pass out?" He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall.

He shocked her with his lack of feeling, and his utter annoyance with her. "Both actually."

Snape rolled his eyes up slightly, "Well, it was 2 days ago that they died. You passed out yesterday.. so you were only out about a day."

She again went silent, just staring into his cold dark eyes.

"Anyway, you are exempt from classes for the rest of the week- Dumbledore's idea. But I expect you promptly in my class Monday morning. If I had anything to do with it, you'd be back tomorrow... nothing helps you get past things better than a bit of hard work and concentration, if you ask me."

Hermoine felt her blood run cold. Did he have no heart? "Well. No one asked you, did they Snape?"

At first, he thought he had heard wrong. Did Granger actually speak back to him? The nerve!

"Ms. Granger- I understand you are going through a difficult time, but rules still stand. Twenty point deduction from Gryffendor house for that little comment, and speak like that again and you'll be with me next week in detention."

Her eyes spoke volumes to him. Usually, the students were scared to speak back to him, either for losing points or just plain scared of him.. but he saw defiance in her eyes, and the way she straightened up on the bed. She looked him dead in the eye, fire dancing in her stare. "I'm sorry Snape... It's just that I realized so clearly now why you're the head of the Slytherin house. Who else could be so cold, so emotionless, and so… slimy... but you.. You truly are the head sake... or should I say the ass?"

Snape looked at her in stunned admiration. She has a backbone? Who would've known? She looked ready to fight, her fists grabbing so hard at the white sheet draped over her legs that her knuckles matched it in color. He didn't know what to say- it wasn't anything he had expected.

"Ms. Granger", his voice came out softer than he would've liked and corrected it, "50 point deduction of your house, and 2 detentions next week in the dungeon with me. Do not expect me to be lenient on you.. as you have mentioned, I'm a cold unfeeling ass." With that, he turned and strode out the door.

Hermoine covered her face with her hands, willing the tears to flow. She felt as if she should cry, but she was so angry at Snape that nothing really seemed to register. Her parents were dead, and she just got herself two detentions and a deduction of seventy points. She just couldn't find it in her to react though. Her parents were dead, and for all she cared, so was she. She snuggled back against the bed, quickly falling into a dreamless sleep.

The rest of the week went by quickly for Hermoine, with it just being a blur of "so sorry to hear..." and "are you okay?" She was sick to her stomach with all the questions and sympathetic stares. By the time Monday rolled around, she found she was relieved to be going back to class, even though it was Snape's. She hadn't cried even once since the last time she had seen him... she just felt too cold inside.

"Ms. Granger- do join us, won't you?" She looked to Snape, just realizing that she was staring into space while he talked. "Was a week off not enough for you that you have to vacation on MY time?"

"Sorry Professor Snape."

He breathed a sigh. He really thought she would talk back to him today.. and for some reason, he was disappointed even more than usual. He turned away from her towards the board.

"Your class is just so boring..."

His eyes snapped to hers, a playful grin rising to his dark features.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, and if I have to look at you for even one more second, I might lose my breakfast."

He walked up to her desk, noticing the other students' aghast faces. "Is that supposed to hurt me? That some mousy little frizzy haired girl finds me unattractive?"

She grinned at him, almost evilly, leaning in closer to him. "Oh, it's not just me… you disgust pretty much anything with tits." His face went cold, his features turning to stone. He didn't know why her words affected him at all, but he surmised it was because she ever talked like that- to anyone.

He leaned into her ear, his breath warm on her neck. "Which I have noticed you have none of yet. But I do applaud your balls, MISTER Granger." He stood back up, grinning down at her. "75 point deduction Gryffendor, and three more detentions. You have the pleasure of seeing me every day this week Granger, do be prompt." The class gasped around her, and she felt herself slide lower in her seat. Other than the anger flowing through her veins, she was empty.

Once the class ended, the students started piling out. She saw Ron and Harry waiting for her, but she motioned them to leave without her. Snape sat at his desk, looking over the papers strewn across the desk.

"Staying behind to give me more reasons to punish you, Ms. Granger?"

She didn't reply, only closed the door quietly and strode towards his desk. Her body surged with anger towards him, ad it drove her as it pumped into every bit of her being. Her open hand connected with his cheek in a loud crack and she spit down in his face.

The shock he felt didn't make it to his face; although he felt her flaming hand print high on his cheek. Before either knew what was happening, he was up out of his seat, throwing her against the chalk board. He held her hands above her head, his lower body pinning her. One of his hands gripped her chin painfully, turning it up so she could see in his eyes.

"You picked the wrong teacher to mess with Granger… You don't look old, gray, or male..." His eyes swept up and down her body. "Dumbledore is the only one I let get away with anything. I don't see why you feel you are so special to even try." She struggled against him, just making him press harder into her body.

"I hate you", she hissed at him.

"I assure you, the feeling is mutual." He ground out the words, willing himself to stay focused, but he found himself getting overly excited. Not only was her lithe young body wriggling against the front of his pants, but her anger, and her fierceness was turning his blood into fire. He took deep deliberate breaths, his heart pounding so loud it drowned out his thoughts. Snape just stared at her, taking in her flushed face and the storm in her beautiful eyes.

His fingertips ran down to her chin roughly, his thumb catching her bottom lip. Questions raced through her eyes, her movements stilled as she watched him inquisitively.

Hermione's face flamed red as the tip of his thumb dipped into her mouth. Electric flowed through her veins with each little touch, shooting to her core. Her chest heaved with her breath, pressing against him. What the hell is going on? She had never found Snape attractive before, but as he held her… cruelly and painful, she found herself staring at him in awe. She was suddenly flooded with emotions- mostly of anger and… lust? When did Snape get so animalistically sexy?

"You're a sadistic bastard, Snape" She was almost breathless- he was so close, she could feel his arousal pressing into her belly.

"Thank you Granger." He smiled evilly, staring at her pink lips "You're quite the masochistic little bitch."

She felt her heart beat faster at his words; they struck a chord in her, making her want more. He yanked her hair back, exposing her neck to his hungry eyes and she caught herself before she could moan. Her eyes closed when she felt his lips moving closer to her skin, and her breath caught in her throat.

His body shook with need. Granger was unknowingly doing everything that turned him on. He knew his fingers had to be hurting her, and that she would be somewhat bruised later. He wished she would call him more names, make his anger flare even more. She was driving him crazy and he had to… Had to what? She's a student!

He backed away from her, his eyelids heavy. "Leave."

Hermoine stared incredulously at him, like he had grown another head or something. "Professor?"

"You have no idea what you're messing with Granger, now LEAVE."

She hesitated for only a moment before running from the class, confused, ad growing cold inside once more. Snape rested against the wall, moaning softly as his hand smoothed over the front of his trousers. How cruel Fate was. He hadn't been that turned on in a very long time… and it had to be her that did it? He was doomed.

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