A/N: Hey, this is my second story on fanfiction. I normally shy away from plots like these but the idea just sorta popped into my head and wouldn't go away. As said before and known by all I don't own Harry Potter. Ok, Fyi iitalicized =Snape and bold=Hermione

Chapter One

"Tonight my friends I have a special treat for my most loyal of followers," came the sibilant tones of Lord Voldemort. It was a unique gathering, only the inner circle was present. This included people like Malfoy, Avery, Nott, Crabbe, and Goyle. "In just a few days time we shall storm Hogwarts," he declared with a hiss. Looking triumphantly at his followers. "In light of this, I thought a little pre celebration would give you all the motivation needed to ensure this mission is a success." There, even in the midst of his own twisted brand of kindness, a threat was ever present. "Bring in the prisoners," he ordered and a group of skittish Death Eaters of lower status came bustling in with nine naked young women.

Severus Snape, who by the skin of his teeth somehow managed to remain in the inner circle, inwardly heaved. Unlike any other gathering, he could not leave early-which meant he'd have to participate. And he could only imagine what sort of "entertainment" the Dark Lord had in mind. The poor things would be used, abused, and dumped out on the streets like garbage-minds wiped and at a complete and utter loss as to how they got there or who was responsible. The Dark Lord found it amusing-even more so than simply killing them. Severus tried to not look at the girls, but one of them caught his attention. She was fair skinned and a familiar halo of brown curls crowned her head. One look into her equally brown eyes confirmed his suspicions. His stomach dropped. It was Miss Granger.

He watched as the Death Eaters threw them to the ground and then scurried out of the room. Lord Voldemort slithered around the room in his snake like manner, "Gentlemen, the ladies that appear before you are virgins. Do with them what you wisssh. Only I'd actually prefer if you did not kill them, it's so much more amusing when they're alive. Have fun." He moved to sit on his throne and proceeded to watch as his followers resorted to their most primitive behavior.

Severus made a show of considering the other females before eventually choosing Miss Granger. Although he wished that he could save all of them, he unfortunately had to pick only one and well, Harry needed her. But if Severus was honest with himself, that wasn't the only reason. In truth, Miss Gra-no, Hermione, was a brilliant witch who in many ways, reminded him of himself. He would hate to see her suffer at the hands of someone truly horrible.

With that in mind he yanked the girl up, dragging her to a corner a little more removed from the rest of his brethren. He had no intentions of actually raping the young lady so as soon as she made eye contact with him, he would proceed to use legilimency. Sure enough as he deposited her roughly on the cold stone floor her eyes jerked to meet his. She was trembling, and not just from the cold brought on by her nudity, but fear as well. The screams of the other captives had already begun to flood the place and Snape could tell that it only proved to heighten Hermione's fear. Not wanting to be accused of being too gentle, he cast a spell to tie her already bound hands to a pole. Hermione's reaction was to whimper and clench her thighs together. It was then that he entered her mind.

Had Hermione known her little foray into muggle London would have resulted in this, she would've never went. However, that afternoon she had been determined to acquire the next installment of a series she was reading the day of the book's release. Especially since the author was giving out autographed copies. She had been walking back to her apparition point when suddenly she was snatched away. She woke up hours later, naked, in a room filled with eight other girls. She figured she must have dropped her wand because the men made no indication that they knew she was a witch.

For that she was grateful since it meant that they might not recognize her. Before she knew it, she and the other girls were dragged out and placed in front of Voldemort and his followers. It was then that Hermione felt sure that she would die, that is, until she saw Professor Snape. He stood in the semi circle with the other Death Eaters wearing a blank expression. After Voldemort said a few words she watched him examine the other girls and then make his way towards her. Her face screwed up with pain as she felt him pull her up by her hair leading her to a more secluded area. She was beginning to lose hope that he would help her as she felt her hands being tied over her head. Effectively forcing her to present him with her nudity. She could guess what was coming next and she clenched her legs together, a last ditch effort at resistance.

And that's when she felt it. A gentle caress against her conscious. Hermione. She looked up at her professor with wide eyes. A look that spoke of fear and confusion. I am so sorry that you must endure this and I will try to make this as quick and as painless as possible. His voice reverberated through her head. She opened her mouth to speak, but he shook his head almost imperceptibly. There is no need for verbal agreement, I can hear your thoughts.

Ok.

I'm going to cast a spell that will make you more ready to receive me, if...that's alright?

I trust you. And she did trust him. Time and time again, despite Harry's adamant belief that Professor Snape was evil, he had proven himself to be an upstanding member of Hogwarts staff. More than that actually, since he had saved their lives on countless occasions. So yes, even now she would trust him.

Again, I apologize. No one's first time should be like this. He whispered something unintelligible and Hermione felt a prickling sensation and then a pool of wetness developed in her lower area. She gasped and Professor Snape cupped her cheek. It's going to be alright, Hermione.

Professor Snape-

Please, for the sake of my sanity, call me Severus.

Ok...Severus. Oddly enough it didn't seem as weird as she thought it would, calling her teacher by his first name.

Now, I'm going to penetrate. With your permission I'd like to stay in your mind for the duration. It'll help to drown out the screams…

Ok. Do it now. And he did. In one swift movement he pierced through. Hermione let out a scream which to the rest of the people gathered could only be from pain.

Am I hurting you? he asked, he looked down at her big brown eyes.

No, I'm good. Just a little uncomfortable …but still good. She reassured him with a smile and opened her legs wider. He started moving slowly in and out of her tight, wet, heat.

Very good, she thought with a moan, as she tilted her head back.

For a moment Severus was shocked. He had assumed that she would be completely repulsed and just lie there, but she was so responsive. He could almost pretend that they were not at a revel. And that she had come to him willingly.

As if. He had seen how much she had matured over the years. In his mind she was a woman amongst teenagers. And a beautiful one at that. Which is why he knew that apart from this he would have never been able to be with her like this.

But she was. And her moaning was causing him to forget himself. He was just about to take liberties with the rest of her person before snatching his hand back. You can touch me. Her thoughts shocked him not for the first time this night.

Are you sure? I wouldn't want to take even more advantage of you.

Nonsense. Besides, I want you to touch me. She emphasized this by using her legs to force him deeper. That was enough permission for Severus. He grasped her soft mounds squeezing and massaging them in his hands. He was pleased to hear her approving moans and have her hips answer him thrust for thrust. It wasn't long before they both reached completion. Oooo Severus. Hermione groaned as he filled her and her clenching made him groan audibly.

"Enough!" Lord Voldemort shouted bringing the two back to the reality of the situation. "I grow weary of this. Do what you like, just get rid of this muggle vermin!"

Quickly Severus withdrew from Hermione and righted himself. In a matter of seconds he looked as if he had been standing there the whole time, save the light sheen of sweat that glistened on his pale skin. He pulled Hermione up ignoring her protest as her bindings rubbed against her raw wrists. Not wanting to chance staying a minute longer he immediately disapparated from the building.