A/n

Alright, here is an attempt at a Snape/Hermione fan fic. I have tried to write them multiple times, and have many attempts in the making in my little notebook, but alas! It never makes it past the idea.

This idea struck me so hard, like a lightningbolt to the face. All thanks to 'TakumaAngel' and her delightfully wonderful story, Love Bites. This will eventually be a love story of Snape and Hermione, but first I would like to try a Beauty and the Beast spin off.

So, without further ado, here you are! Oh, and if you haven't, go read her story! It is wonderful if I do say so myself.

xoxox

~hawkshadow

He was my captor. My beastly captor. I was trapped in the walls of the cave, the dark dreamless nights of my horror. My sanity was all I had left of myself, and yet, I couldn't even trust that anymore.

What had I become? How had my madness stretched to the very corners of my despicable confinement? All in the name of love, or so I had claimed.

It was all for him I had let myself be defiled, destroyed, denied, violated. His life, his freedom was worth more then mine. And my beastly captor lurked ever more.

Was I ever going to be free? Free of this oppressive darkness, that suffocated me from all sides? I paused, letting myself analyze this situation for a second. Where had my morals allowed me to succumb to his advances, to his ultimatum? I was here for a reason, and that reason was for the safety of the rest.

His black eyes couldn't scare me, only strike loneliness inside my dark heart. His derisive sneer did nothing to intimidate me, but to look upon him with pity, as he knew no love.

I had no control over my future here, nothing but the fact that I was saving those who needed to be saved. Obviously I didn't slightly ponder myself in that particular category.

My existence was a dreamlike limbo between the harsh sting of reality, and the fantastical meander of my dreams. I upheld my opinion on my dark captor in a manner of contempt, bordering on indifference. I didn't care for the man, for the thing as I couldn't find it in myself to deem him worthy of the title of a man.

He took my freedom away, but gave me everything the girl in me could want. I was locked away in a cold tower of ice, with all the pleasurable comforts sure to warm the heart of many women.

But I am not a typical woman, I see the truth for what it is, a prison. He had locked me away, isolated from those I loved the most. He fed me, clothed me, and gave me anything I could bring myself to demand of him. Everything except my freedom.

I spoke to harshly. He lets we wonder about my desolate fortress, but I am not to leave the iron walls set around me. That in itself is a prison. I am free to move, to do whatever strikes my fancy, but to leave outside the fortress of solitude he has set up for me.

My isolation is my biggest problem here, I long for any human contact, any but his. Multiple occasions I have attempted to offer the forging bridge of companionship between ourselves, but he would have none of it. I was a nuisance to him, and nothing more.

My legs reached out before me, and sagged as I lost my will to continue maddeningly pacing this dammed place. I slowly lowered myself onto the plush bed and allowed myself a brief rest, escaping into the welcoming arms of sleep.

A/N

So? What did you think? Is this worth continuing? I am currently fighting the battle with A love Sham, Staying with the Malfoys, and Untouchable, so I dearly apologize if updates to this story are a long time coming.

I really had to write this out and see where it goes, so please bear with me.

Reviews are my food and drink, and if you would like to make me have a lovely Christmas season, review all the more!

xoxox

~hawkshadow