Before you go any further: Be aware that I am primarily a slash writer, and there might be a peripheral slash relationship ahead in the future. No worries, Snape is straight. ALSO. There is non-con in this chapter. If that squicks you a lot, don't read it. I tried not to make it too graphic, and hope I approached it right. Do tell if I didn't.

Severus lowered his mask over his face and set off, knowing that his meeting with Dumbledore had made him run a bit late. It wouldn't matter much, not tonight, but he could not make a habit of it. Voldemort wouldn't be present for his followers' extracurricular activities tonight, as far as he knew at least. But a spy always had to be prepared for surprises, not that the doddering old fool he was apparently loyal to cared.

The revel was in full swing when he arrived at the set meeting place. He knew it because the small room where they normally secreted themselves was empty. Sighing, he pulled out his wand and executed a small tracing spell, hoping that in the excitement someone would have forgotten to mask his magical signature while Apparating. Luckily, MacNair, as usual, had left last. He was rather slow, and took a bit to work up the energy for Apparition—and inevitable forgot that it was traceable. The idiot.

Tracing an Apparition trail was risky if you didn't know where you were going. You ran the risk of landing right on top of someone, or in the middle of a wall—both could be painful, if not handled immediately. Death Eaters were not known for handling their comrade's injuries quickly if at all, but Severus was pretty confident in his ability not to hurt himself. He'd been doing this so long now that he had lost that single moment of incoherency that occurred right after Apparating, when most mistakes were made.

So he followed MacNair's trail, fairly confident of his ability to show up without embarrassing himself. He was expecting to show up on the sidelines of whatever horrible deeds were being done that night, so that he could surreptitiously join in when the chance arose. At worst, he thought, someone would be watching when he appeared, and he would get some subtle mocking for his tardiness.

He Apparated.

He was on top of someone.

A female someone.

What the fuck!?

Quickly he took inventory of the situation. He was in a dark room somewhere, with the only light coming from a single window. He had tripped over a rather small pair of legs as soon as he materialized, landing directly in between them in a rather compromising position. His colleagues had all seen, and were laughing raucously. There was a pair of large brown eyes trained on him. He was too close to make out the rest of her features. Soft breasts were pressed to his chest, and when he braced his hands on the ground to push himself up, he realized there were no clothes on the girl.

Great. He'd landed right in the middle of a gang rape. There was nothing for it, either. He was going to have to join in.

He normally amused himself elsewhere while the more callous (or more horny) Death Eaters did things like this. At worst, he sometimes stood on the sidelines and refused to disrobe. Everyone thought he was a prude, or ashamed of his rather sallow and greasy body, but that was fine. Severus wasn't in this racket to make friends.

He stood and surveyed today's prize. He deliberately didn't meet her eyes or look at her face as he stood. There was denim pushed down to her ankles, where the jeans had caught on the shoes that her attackers were too busy to take off. Her underwear was still in place, though slightly torn. She had been fighting back, then.

The fighting had resulted in the rapidly forming bruises on her torso. Her shirt hadn't been taken off, but instead cursed into pieces with a well-controlled slashing charm. Probably Dolohov's work, he'd always been partial to showing off to his victims before destroying them. He'd rather fuck her if she were terrified of him—a pity, in Severus' opinion. He personally thought he'd rather convince the girl to do it willingly. There was more long-term mental damage that way, if you were into that sort of thing, and it also made for a nicer experience for him. Then again, perhaps there was something appealing in forcing yourself on someone with brute force. He'd never done it, after all, so he wouldn't know.

Her bra was no longer in place. It hadn't been touched by the slashing curse, but instead ripped from her with someone's bare hands. She had the half-formed look of a teenager, though her curvy hips suggested that she was just a late bloomer in this respect.

Then his eyes finally reached her face and he let out a strangled cry.

"Like what you see?" one of his fellows asked tauntingly. He was relieved. Malfoy mustn't be here tonight, because otherwise someone would have recognized the girl by now.

It was Granger. A student. A student who was about to get gang raped, and knew enough about Severus to get his spying discovered, not to mention a valuable connection to Potter. Well shit.

Thinking quickly, he said in a low voice, "Like it? I more than like it." He was glad they hadn't been able to see his eyes up to this point. But he steeled himself and turned to face them, praying he was portraying the right look of hunger. "This one's mine, men. Go find your own."

He turned away from them, making a shooing motion.

"Oh, is it now?" This was MacNair. He sounded as if he were whining, just a little.

"Unless you'd like me to inform our Lord of how easy your Apparitions are to trace—yes." Severus didn't even bother turning to look at him. He was watching Granger. She seemed to have recognized him even though he was wearing full Death Eater regalia, complete with the mask that should have hidden his identity. She always had been too bloody smart. It was probably that brilliance that had gotten her in this position in the first place.

"Come now," said a seemingly magnanimous voice, "I did all the work—you won't even have to undress her. Surely you can share."

"No!" Severus growled loudly. Perhaps a bit too loudly, but they would put that down as him defending what he'd decided was his property, rather than actually defending the girl.

"Let us watch then. Once you're done with her, perhaps you won't be so selfish anymore." Severus didn't recognize this voice, but it was young, and too smooth for him to trust. This was the best compromise he would get, though, unless he wanted to openly oppose anyone, so he took it.

"We'll see," he tossed sharply over his shoulder before he began unbuttoning his robes. He threw that to the ground and untucked his button down shirt, unbuckled his belt, and kicked off his shoes. His trousers had to come off completely—the horror of it was rather overwhelming, as he hadn't been undressed in front of other men since Hogwarts—his own schooldays. Once he had disrobed enough to extricate his unfortunately limp penis, he looked over his shoulder to see a rather intimidating bunch of white masks, all looking straight at him.

He closed his eyes and tried to remember something that would make him less, well… limp. After all, this wouldn't work very well if he were… limp. Didn't naked women do it for most people? It had worked for him at one point, he was sure. After all, there had been that thing with Lily… oh, but now he just thought, Boy-Who-Lived's mum, and there went the beginnings of his… not-limpness.Bugger.

He surveyed the girl before him. She was trembling, and pleading with him with her eyes. Suddenly he had a vision of her first day in his class, straining her arm in her eagerness to answer questions. ??????

That did it. No more limpness. Well, that was rather surprising. He hadn't been aware of his propensity for naked schoolgirls. He shrugged mentally. He had a job to do here, and at least it didn't seem so distasteful now. For him, at least.

Granger was shivering. Miss Granger? That was what he had always called her, and in the current situation, he felt she deserved some respect. Miss Granger it was.

He brought himself down to the floor, so that he was lying atop her in the same position that he had fallen into earlier. "I assure you, I like this little more than you do, Miss Granger," he whispered in her ear so that no one else would hear. "Resist me as you have everyone else, otherwise suspicions will be raised."

She nodded quickly.

He wanted to say something else, anything, before he began the atrocity he was about to commit. But there was nothing left to say, and besides, he was going raise suspicions if he didn't do it soon.

So he plunged in. Well. He missed once, and muttered a quick 'sorry' for jabbing her in the leg. Then he did it again, correctly this time. At first she lay passively, and he continued to… do what he was doing… without response. He could hear sniggering behind him, and hoped it wasn't because he was doing something wrong.

Shestill was just lying there. It was really awkward.

"Resist, damn you!" he snapped in her ear. Honestly, how hard could it be to resist a rapist? She did everything else correctly.

She gave a half-decent flail in response. He nodded, then hoped that the other motions he was making would hide that jerky, half-formal gesture. He supposed they must, it seemed this action required a lot of movement. More effort than he'd given when he'd imagined doing it in his teens, certainly.

"Keep on," he urged when she fell still again. This time she responded properly, with lots of movement of limbs, and some sort of utterances that could have been protests.

They kept like that forever. He thrust in and out rhythmically, dutifully, and tried to make it look like he was enjoying this. She flailed a little, and he found that the movement helped. She watched him carefully, closely, and he refused to meet her eyes. She made incoherent noises that sounded like they could have been 'stop', or 'no', or 'please', and he grunted occasionally, more out of boredom than anything else.

He finally came, and felt a sigh of relief flow through both of them. Then he set his jaw and stood.

"Will you be sharing now, then?" It was the same smooth voice that had suggested he have her first.

"No!" Severus said fiercely, and perhaps a bit too loudly. "This one is mine. Go find your own fun."

Before anyone else could say anything, he dragged Granger—Miss Granger—up by her arm.

"Oh, come now—" someone started out, but he cut them off.

"She's mine." And then he fled, hoping that the girl wouldn't be new to Side-Along Apparition.

This was a Christmas gift for rickmanlover24601. But I'm lazy and also had no plan when I started, so it kind of spiraled out of control. There are five more chapters already written, and a lot more to come. I'll probably update about every two weeks... because I don't want to run out of things to post!