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Severus looked down at the wrinkled lump on his entrance floor with disdain. Ms. Granger as an adolescent was annoying, this worn down woman was eve more annoying with her simpering and tears. He would have to cure her of this quite soon if he was going to convince the Council that he took this woman by force. Curling his lip, he reached down and grabbed the back of her coat and hauled her up.
"We have much to discuss, we'll go to my personal chamber to do so. It is the only safe place in this house." Severus nearly carried Hermione's limp body up the stairs and down the dimly lit hallway into his expansive room where a candalabra was lit next to his curtained bed.
"Ow." Hermione rubbed at her neck where her coat was cutting into her throat which was now a raw looking red.
"Sit." Severus pointed to a chair near the fire. Hermione scrambled to seat herself in the chair. "Now, Lucius Malfoy and his spawn will be arriving in several hours. You will have to look……… docile and………well used." Snape hissed.
"Used?" Hermione squeaked.
"Rape, Ms. Granger." Her pallor paled considerabley. "And you speak a word while he is here, I will have to lay my hand upon you. Do you understand me?" Hermione nodded. "Good. Now, change into a robe." There was a raw silk robe laying on the bed. Hermione looked at him and rose slowly to retrieve the robe. It was beautiful. Fresh spun and a soft sage that made her cinnamon hair stand out against her pale skin.
Picking it up, she waited for Snape to leave so she could change.
"I've seen a majority of your skin Ms. Granger, if your would hasten your changing." Snape remarked as he pulled down several volumes of books.
"I cannot have privacy?" She whispered.
"As of the moment we apparated, no." He kept his back to her. "My turning away from you is the only privacy you'll receive." Hermione, mortified, quickly changed. Her clothes lay in a heap by the bed. "Are you decent?" He asked, turning his head slightly.
"Yes." Hermione was beginning to doubt her decision to return.
Severus' head came up quickly.
"They have arrived. Come here." Hermione hustled to where he sat. "Sit here, at my feet and do not speak." No more than three seconds passed then the swift set of footsteps neared.
"Severus! I did not expect you to find such stock, so quickly!" Lucius was speaking with fake cheer and spouting platitudes like a well tuned society marm. "You don't mind that Draco joined me? He was most intrigued that you were able to locate the Granger woman. A classmate of his, you know." Lucius set himself in a chair with out invitation.
"What a pleasant surprise to see you both." Severus said in the silky tone that had made him infamous during her Hogwarts years. "As you see, I have her well subdued." Hermione felt his slender fingers trail down her hair as if petting a dog. Hermione kept her eyes shut, unable to look upon the three.
"Quite beautiful for a Mudblood." She heard Draco remark. One of his fingers traced her jaw. "She seemed to have grown into those long limbs of hers from school." He smirked. "And other things as well." His finger traced down to the tops of her breasts. "What a body. Breasts that scream for viewing." Draco smirked.
"Don't touch the stock, Malfoy." Severus said with whipcord tautness. Draco's fingers paused and flinched above the opening in her robe. Hermione nearly flinched. She felt Snape's fingers trailed to rest on her nape and massaged lightly. "I claimed her as my own, I found her at a little known…….. Strip club? I think they are called. Am I right, Ms. Granger?" Hermione nodded. "Yes, I saw her and was entranced." Snape's eye's crinkled. "Now, if our visit is over, I would like to enjoy my quandary." Snape's hand skimmed past her shoulder to rest just inside the neckline of Hermione's robe.
"If you wish Severus, we'll take our leave." Lucius rose with a halted grace that only he could pull off. Draco, sulking, rose after his father and soon apparated.
Severus removed his hand slowly and sighed. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he muttered.
"Be thankful that I was not a gracious host and let Draco have you before my fire." Severus nearly growled at the thought of having to watch Draco have what was actually rightfully his.
Hermione pulled the neckline of her robe together, feeling more naked than she ever had onstage. Her hair was still in it's stage work and was beginning to hurt her scalp.
"If I may request to get ready for bed?" Hermione whispered from her seat by Severus' feet.
"You may. I shall prepare for bed as well." Severus rose. It wasn't then that Hermione turned to look back at Snape, truly. She saw what her past had covered over. His skin wasn't sallow, instead a translucent white that glowed in the light of the fire, and his hair was short. Butchered as if someone had taken a knife to it. His goatee from her childhood days was gone, and instead a clean shaven face showed his angular jaw and cleft chin. His eyes didn't look beady, merely worn out from the war and espionage. This wasn't the evil professor she had remembered, this, was tortured man who knew no better than war and turmoil during his adult life.
Hermione slithered into the bathroom, she had queried a lucky guess, and looked in the mirror. It had been nearly two years since Hermione had looked into a mirror clearly. Her eyes looked lack luster, her skin was paler than her school days, but her hair had finally decided to relax. It held limp waves that fell down to her hips, but at the moment it was in a banana clip that made her hair large and voluminous. Releasing the clip, her hair fell around her face, partially covering it. Reaching up, Hermione rubbed her acing skull that was throbbing from the pressure and a headache from stress forming behind her eyes.
Retying the belt on her robe, Hermione shuffled out to see Snape reading the Daily Prophet in a pair of silk pajamas of hunter green. She stood, silently watching Snape unconsciously go to tug at a strand of hair, then catch himself without the locks of days past and frown tucking his hand quickly into the armrest.
Not wanting to embarrass her savior, Hermione coughed delicately into her fist. Snape turned and nodded in ascent to her dress.
"Very well, you know that our visitors will not always inform us of their arrival so at all times we must be prepared. You understand?" Hermione nodded, this seemed to have become a habit. "Good, now, crawl into bed and I will join you, we'll talk more in there."
Hermione felt the urge to balk, but, she thought of the raw lust in Draco's eyes. The protection Snape had provided for her. With an eyelid shudder, Hermione crawled into bed, leaving the beautiful robe in a pool beside the bed.
While Severus finished the newspaper, he heard the shuffle of silk and the rustle of sheets as Hermione climbed into bed. Closing his eyes, Severus folded the paper and set it beside him on the table. He stood and turned to see a mass of hair emerging from his coverlet. Biting the inside of his lip, Severus hid a smirk. She most likely had those sheets tucked up under her chin. Sighing, he flicked his wand to extinguish the candles scattering the room. A few candles were left near the bed, letting a glow be cast across the bed. Crawling in, Severus could feel Hermoine's body heat through the sheets. Her heartbeat was rapid and nervous.
"Ms. Granger, we will have to have intimate relations. I will not force you tonight, I do not get my rocks off on rape. We will do so in the future. Perhaps we can speak of this tomorrow evening." With this, Severus rolled away from Hermione and quickly fell into a light sleep.
Hermione felt anxious after Snape's announcement. She felt wide awake. She stared at the veleveted canopy, her body humming. Her new life wasn't as crystal as she had imagined. But with Snape's connections, she was sure to see Harry and Ron soon. Finally smiling, Hermione closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Severus looked down at the wrinkled lump on his entrance floor with disdain. Ms. Granger as an adolescent was annoying, this worn down woman was eve more annoying with her simpering and tears. He would have to cure her of this quite soon if he was going to convince the Council that he took this woman by force. Curling his lip, he reached down and grabbed the back of her coat and hauled her up.
"We have much to discuss, we'll go to my personal chamber to do so. It is the only safe place in this house." Severus nearly carried Hermione's limp body up the stairs and down the dimly lit hallway into his expansive room where a candalabra was lit next to his curtained bed.
"Ow." Hermione rubbed at her neck where her coat was cutting into her throat which was now a raw looking red.
"Sit." Severus pointed to a chair near the fire. Hermione scrambled to seat herself in the chair. "Now, Lucius Malfoy and his spawn will be arriving in several hours. You will have to look……… docile and………well used." Snape hissed.
"Used?" Hermione squeaked.
"Rape, Ms. Granger." Her pallor paled considerabley. "And you speak a word while he is here, I will have to lay my hand upon you. Do you understand me?" Hermione nodded. "Good. Now, change into a robe." There was a raw silk robe laying on the bed. Hermione looked at him and rose slowly to retrieve the robe. It was beautiful. Fresh spun and a soft sage that made her cinnamon hair stand out against her pale skin.
Picking it up, she waited for Snape to leave so she could change.
"I've seen a majority of your skin Ms. Granger, if your would hasten your changing." Snape remarked as he pulled down several volumes of books.
"I cannot have privacy?" She whispered.
"As of the moment we apparated, no." He kept his back to her. "My turning away from you is the only privacy you'll receive." Hermione, mortified, quickly changed. Her clothes lay in a heap by the bed. "Are you decent?" He asked, turning his head slightly.
"Yes." Hermione was beginning to doubt her decision to return.
Severus' head came up quickly.
"They have arrived. Come here." Hermione hustled to where he sat. "Sit here, at my feet and do not speak." No more than three seconds passed then the swift set of footsteps neared.
"Severus! I did not expect you to find such stock, so quickly!" Lucius was speaking with fake cheer and spouting platitudes like a well tuned society marm. "You don't mind that Draco joined me? He was most intrigued that you were able to locate the Granger woman. A classmate of his, you know." Lucius set himself in a chair with out invitation.
"What a pleasant surprise to see you both." Severus said in the silky tone that had made him infamous during her Hogwarts years. "As you see, I have her well subdued." Hermione felt his slender fingers trail down her hair as if petting a dog. Hermione kept her eyes shut, unable to look upon the three.
"Quite beautiful for a Mudblood." She heard Draco remark. One of his fingers traced her jaw. "She seemed to have grown into those long limbs of hers from school." He smirked. "And other things as well." His finger traced down to the tops of her breasts. "What a body. Breasts that scream for viewing." Draco smirked.
"Don't touch the stock, Malfoy." Severus said with whipcord tautness. Draco's fingers paused and flinched above the opening in her robe. Hermione nearly flinched. She felt Snape's fingers trailed to rest on her nape and massaged lightly. "I claimed her as my own, I found her at a little known…….. Strip club? I think they are called. Am I right, Ms. Granger?" Hermione nodded. "Yes, I saw her and was entranced." Snape's eye's crinkled. "Now, if our visit is over, I would like to enjoy my quandary." Snape's hand skimmed past her shoulder to rest just inside the neckline of Hermione's robe.
"If you wish Severus, we'll take our leave." Lucius rose with a halted grace that only he could pull off. Draco, sulking, rose after his father and soon apparated.
Severus removed his hand slowly and sighed. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he muttered.
"Be thankful that I was not a gracious host and let Draco have you before my fire." Severus nearly growled at the thought of having to watch Draco have what was actually rightfully his.
Hermione pulled the neckline of her robe together, feeling more naked than she ever had onstage. Her hair was still in it's stage work and was beginning to hurt her scalp.
"If I may request to get ready for bed?" Hermione whispered from her seat by Severus' feet.
"You may. I shall prepare for bed as well." Severus rose. It wasn't then that Hermione turned to look back at Snape, truly. She saw what her past had covered over. His skin wasn't sallow, instead a translucent white that glowed in the light of the fire, and his hair was short. Butchered as if someone had taken a knife to it. His goatee from her childhood days was gone, and instead a clean shaven face showed his angular jaw and cleft chin. His eyes didn't look beady, merely worn out from the war and espionage. This wasn't the evil professor she had remembered, this, was tortured man who knew no better than war and turmoil during his adult life.
Hermione slithered into the bathroom, she had queried a lucky guess, and looked in the mirror. It had been nearly two years since Hermione had looked into a mirror clearly. Her eyes looked lack luster, her skin was paler than her school days, but her hair had finally decided to relax. It held limp waves that fell down to her hips, but at the moment it was in a banana clip that made her hair large and voluminous. Releasing the clip, her hair fell around her face, partially covering it. Reaching up, Hermione rubbed her acing skull that was throbbing from the pressure and a headache from stress forming behind her eyes.
Retying the belt on her robe, Hermione shuffled out to see Snape reading the Daily Prophet in a pair of silk pajamas of hunter green. She stood, silently watching Snape unconsciously go to tug at a strand of hair, then catch himself without the locks of days past and frown tucking his hand quickly into the armrest.
Not wanting to embarrass her savior, Hermione coughed delicately into her fist. Snape turned and nodded in ascent to her dress.
"Very well, you know that our visitors will not always inform us of their arrival so at all times we must be prepared. You understand?" Hermione nodded, this seemed to have become a habit. "Good, now, crawl into bed and I will join you, we'll talk more in there."
Hermione felt the urge to balk, but, she thought of the raw lust in Draco's eyes. The protection Snape had provided for her. With an eyelid shudder, Hermione crawled into bed, leaving the beautiful robe in a pool beside the bed.
While Severus finished the newspaper, he heard the shuffle of silk and the rustle of sheets as Hermione climbed into bed. Closing his eyes, Severus folded the paper and set it beside him on the table. He stood and turned to see a mass of hair emerging from his coverlet. Biting the inside of his lip, Severus hid a smirk. She most likely had those sheets tucked up under her chin. Sighing, he flicked his wand to extinguish the candles scattering the room. A few candles were left near the bed, letting a glow be cast across the bed. Crawling in, Severus could feel Hermoine's body heat through the sheets. Her heartbeat was rapid and nervous.
"Ms. Granger, we will have to have intimate relations. I will not force you tonight, I do not get my rocks off on rape. We will do so in the future. Perhaps we can speak of this tomorrow evening." With this, Severus rolled away from Hermione and quickly fell into a light sleep.
Hermione felt anxious after Snape's announcement. She felt wide awake. She stared at the veleveted canopy, her body humming. Her new life wasn't as crystal as she had imagined. But with Snape's connections, she was sure to see Harry and Ron soon. Finally smiling, Hermione closed her eyes and fell asleep.