Hi guys,
I just want to say first and foremost that this is not intended to be a literary work of art. This before you is just an idea that popped into my head and I needed to write it. The story was originally intended just to be a one shot as I'm completely useless and lose motivation when I write. The story is going to be completely AU and I will portray the characters as I see fit, if you have a problem with those sort of stories then please don't read as it might not live up to your expectations!
I apologise if it doesn't make sense or if there are many mistakes.
The story is almost finished (there are only five chapters and I'm halfway through chapter three), I'm still deciding when to upload them, I'm thinking about once a week. Also apologies for the lack 'È' on the cover, the font I was using wouldn't allow accents *sigh*.
I want to leave you guys to judge on whether you think Hermione is suffering from Stockholm Syndrome and whether or not Snape is bad (sorry!).
Anyways thank you as always and enjoy,
B
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Stockholm Syndrome.
Two words, one big bundle of destroying head fuck wrapped up with a nice little bow.
I won't apologise for my tone.
My anger.
What did he even do that was that wrong?
You're pulling that face again.
You know exactly which one.
Tell me then what is so fucking wrong about protecting someone you care deeply for?
Ha.
Answer your way out of that one!
What do you mean at the beginning?
Well of course things weren't great at the beginning…
Don't give me that bloody smug look!
I have been taught a thing or two about unforgivable's you know.
Oh dear am I no longer that sweet innocent little girl that you knew?
Folded arms, a sign of a person distancing themselves.
Is that what you're trying to do Doc?
It's almost hostile you know.
Fine.
I'll get on with it, you don't have to keep giving me those judging little looks! Aren't Doctors meant to be impartial?
Right where should I start?
That night?
The one where everything changed?
Well I hope you're comfortable…
I sit at my desk, blood pounds in my ears.
I don't know why I'm getting myself so upset about this? Ronald Weasley is a complete simpleton and if he want's to debase himself with Lavender 'No Brains' Brown then that's his problem not mine!
I wipe away a tear that has spilled over my eyelid.
I won't cry.
I won't cry.
I WON'T CRY!
But it's no use the tears are flowing freely now, splashing onto the unread book beneath me.
I'm not usually like this, in fact before today I even liked Lavender.
Sure we don't have much in common, I'm the brains and she's the beauty but she was a sweet girl.
Is a sweet girl Hermione.
Is.
I reprimand myself for being such a cow, it's Ronald I should be angry with.
Haven't I given him enough signs?
Brushing away my tears I try to put all thoughts of him and Lavender from my mind. I open my book and attempt to immerse myself into the world of literature.
The words dash about the page in front of me, and I hate myself for being so weak and pathetic.
I am Hermione Jean Granger, I am Hermione Jean Granger, I am Hermione Jean Granger. I chant over and over in my head.
Like I need reminding…
Breathing out a heavy sigh, I come to the conclusion that hiding away in a cold empty classroom is not going to prove to people that I'm okay, that I'm completely and utterly unbothered by recent events.
I stand up, pushing the chair away from me.
The room is so silent and I realise how cold I actually am.
Shivering I walk towards the candelabra at the front of the room, the flames dance softly.
"Nox" I mummer, and the flame extinguishes itself.
Taking a deep breath I start walking towards the door, dreading the looks and whispers that await me in the common room.
"Don't say a word"
I jump, a hand is slammed over my mouth, my heart starts pounding.
Is this a sick joke?
I struggle against the cool fingers across my lips but that just earns me a hard tug in my hair.
Who is this?
Sweat starts to trickle down my forehead.
My brain finally starts to kick into motion.
Use your wand, are you not a witch for Merlin's sake?
I could kick myself for my stupidity.
Tightening my grip on my wand, I feel more confident.
"Looks like you won't be needing this" The voice whispers into my ear before ripping the wand out of my grasp.
Shit.
What am I going to do now?
I shudder at the persons hot breath on my neck and decide the only way out is to kick and scream even if it ends up killing me.
Trying to steady my nerves, I jerk my leg back and hear a grunt of pain as I hit.
Quick Hermione!
I start running blindly towards what I'm hoping is the door.
Why the hell did I put out the candle before leaving the room?
I trip over something and fall into the cold stone wall.
The door must be near.
Hurry!
I start patting the wall and could cry with relief when my hand comes into contact with the brass door knob.
However my joy is short lived when I'm slammed into into the door.
"GET OFF ME! HELP HELP HEL—-" I start screaming, but it's no use as strong arms encase me.
"Silencio"
I can't speak, my mouth opens and closes uselessly.
Bastard.
"I was hoping it wouldn't have to resort to this"
That voice, that cold voice I recognise it.
I've heard it many times before.
Cruel and reprimanding.
"Sorry"
Before I can even fathom the name, everything seeps away from me.
I open my eyes, there is a dull thudding in my head, my surroundings slowly come into focus.
Nothing is familiar to me.
What am I doing here?
Where am I?
I scramble to sit up, feeling very disorientated.
My fingers brush against a smooth soft surface and I realise that I'm on someones sofa.
Oh God.
Memories blur in front of me, but nothing makes sense.
"Hello?" I call out, my voice croaking.
I strain my ears for any sign that I'm not alone, and my heart doesn't know whether to sink or soar when I hear footsteps come closer.
Deciding it will be better to get off the sofa at this point, I try to push myself off onto my feet but I stumble forwards onto the soft carpet.
Strong hands pull me back up and I'm greeted by the sight of Professor Snape's disapproving face.
"P-professor?" I stammer, but feeling relieved that it's someone familiar "What happened?"
"Sit down and be quiet you stupid girl" He spits at me, not an ounce of friendliness on his face.
Nothing new.
However I follow his instructions, puzzled by why I am here.
I take note of the huge bookcase on the wall opposite me, huge leather bound books line the shelves.
To my left there is a emerald plush overstuffed armchair, and a portrait of a girl with long red hair.
She stares at me sadly, like we're in on some private secret.
"What happened?" I turn back to my Professor who is now pacing up and down the room, a look of concentration written on his face.
He doesn't answer me and I find myself feeling insignificant.
I try again to capture his attention, "Professor? What happened? Why am I here?"
Shooting me a look of pure venom, I cower into the seat.
"Will you stop with your insistent questions! You are here because I have brought you here! Now stop with your fruitless whining"
I feel my cheeks going red, embarrassment burning through me.
Why on earth has Snape brought me here?
In fact where is "here"?
Surely this must be Snape's private quarters?
He wouldn't have taken me out of the castle would he?
My brain aches with too many questions, I wish he could just give me a straight answer rather than treating me like an annoying child.
Then a worry starts to creep through me, it comes from a dark recess in my mind.
There have always been rumours about where Snape's true loyalties lie.
I mean sure he says he is on our side but how can we truly believe him?
Usually I would scold myself for such a thought after all Professor Dumbledore trusts him so, so should we.
Right?
But then again he was a Death Eater, and they are notorious for the worst things imaginable.
What if he is embracing his true self?
What if he has brought me here to—
Suddenly my head is snapped back, a hand twists into my hair.
"Don't even go there" His voice is low and deadly "I would never even entertain myself with the notion of debasing myself with the likes of you"
Owww.
Fuck.
"S-sorry I didn't m-mean to…" I splutter trailing off as the pain intensifies.
What the hell is he doing?
He eventually lets go and I breathe a sigh of relief.
I can't believe Snape just did that, I never thought he would actually hurt me.
"Ideas above your station are a dangerous thing Miss Granger"
I twist my head back to look at him, and his eyes bore into mine.
Anger starts to bubble inside me.
Snape has no right keeping me here let alone hurting me.
I force myself to stand up, and try not to fall when the world starts spinning around me.
"You can't keep me here and you have no right to lay a finger on me" I summon my bravest Gryffindor voice, trying not to reveal that my hands are shaking.
He actually smirks at me, the amusement clear on his face, "Oh believe me I can, and trust me I can do so much worse"
I gulp, not doubting for one second what he could do to me, however I need to get out of here.
How do you plan to do that Hermione you have no freaking wand for starters!
Maybe if I kept him talking?
Oh and what is that going to achieve exactly?
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
"Tsk Miss Granger you really need to work on your language" He mocks me, the smirk still palpable on his lips.
I hate that he can use just use Occlumency on me and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
Why did I not talk to Harry more on what him and Snape did in lessons?
Well you did try Hermione, but every time you went to talk to him about it, it just brought bad memories back from his time spent with Snape so you could never get anything out of him…
Really brain?
I need to focus, going off in tangents will not keep me alive.
"No it won't"
I glower at him, my fist curls up into a tight little ball.
"Sit down Granger, this is starting to bore me" He raises his eyebrow at me before turning away.
I take the opportunity to look around the room and spot the back of a huge portrait that must be the entrance to this hell hole.
Must not think about it.
Must not think about it.
I start edging slowly towards the brown frame.
Must not think about it.
Must not think about it.
I keep my eyes on his back the entire time.
Must not think about it.
Must not think about it.
I suppress my joy as I'm almost within touching distance.
Must not think about it.
Must not think about it.
He turns around sharply, my fingers hit the hard wood.
Push Hermione!
I try with all my might but the door doesn't budge.
Fuck!
Oh fuck!
My arm is wrenched from it's socket as I'm dragged across the room.
Stars erupt in front of me, the pain is unbearable.
"You foolish, idiotic girl. What did you hope to achieve? I thought you had more brains than that Miss Granger, do you really think I would be so stupid enough to keep the portrait door unlocked for you climb out of? You really have spent too much time with that harebrained Weasley boy".
He keeps on dragging me through his chambers, reaching a plain door, he opens it throwing me inside.
The room is different to what I was expecting, it's pleasant and inviting and I don't like being in here one bit.
"LET ME OUT" I scream like an animal.
I reach back up to him, clawing at his face.
"You little bitch!" He shoves me back down, panting heavily.
My head hits something hard behind me, and I realise it's a bed.
Oh God.
"You'll be thanking me one day for this" He starts walking towards me.
I thought he said he wouldn't even entertain the notion?
There is an un-readable expression on his face and I start crawling away from him.
Pain still resonates through me, I could cry but I refuse to be weak.
"Trust me"
He reaches me, crouches down and takes out his wand.
This is it.
Goodbye.
"Ferula" He taps the wand on my shoulder, a warm glow gushes over me, the pain seeps away.
Is this what death feels like?
Calm?
Peaceful?
Happy?
However I find myself being lifted onto the bed, relishing the silk sheets underneath me.
"You need to rest, I'll come back and check on you later"
I'm still buzzing about in my state of bliss, just aware of what is happening around me.
He lets go of me and I hear his footsteps walk away.
"Oh and Miss Granger don't go and do something moronic again"
My eyes start to close, the world drifts away from me, all troubles gone.