The week following left Draco restless. Sleep would not come easily to him and even with the help of potions and spells, the sleep was not restful. Narcissa watched as her son grew sick, as the emotion died behind his eyes and couldn't help but wonder if Bellatrix and Lucius had made a mistake.

One night, much like all the others, Draco climbed out of bed. The sleeplessness wasn't getting him anywhere. He saw her face, watched her cry, even during the day now. He had to talk to someone about it, and there was only one person he trusted. Standing in front of one of the guest bedroom doors at the Manor, Draco sighs as he raises his hand, gently knocking.

"Come in," a deep voice called from the other side of the door. The familiar deep voice...Draco was in luck.

"Were you asleep?" Draco questioned, pushing open the door. Sitting on the large bed in front of him was his former teacher, the only one who knew Draco was not meant to be a Death Eater. The same one who taught him to close off his mind-Severus Snape.

"Wouldn't matter if I was, I am awake now."

"I did something horrible," Draco confesses, fighting back tears.

"We have all done something horrible. That is why we work for the Dark Lord."

"I have done something really horrible." Slowly, Draco told his professor, his teacher even outside of Hogwarts, everything. He tells him of how the 'Mud-Blood' begged, how he kissed her gently before forcing himself on her, how he locked away the kiss and the soothing of her arm.

"The girl?" Severus asks, still not showing any signs of emotion in what Draco had confessed.

"Miss Granger."

Severus sits there silently for a moment, contemplating "You are to lock this away, just as we've discussed, empty yourself of emotion. If the Dark Lord sees that you are letting this upset you-"

"He will not see it."

"You haven't slept in a week, foolish boy! Everyone in the Manor can see it!" Severus snapped, causing Draco to go quiet. "Why did you come here?"

"I can't lock her away, I mean I can, but I can't lock away her pain. It is eating me alive."

"You want justice? You've joined the wrong team."

"I want redemption."

Severus sighed, writing two simple words on a piece of parchment paper. Staring down at the paper, he sets the tip of his wand on the paper, closing his eyes. Draco watches as Severus non-verbally puts a spell on the paper.

"What's wrong with it?" Draco asked as Severus handed him the paper.

"I was saving myself. Only you can read it," Draco looks down at the paper, the cramped handwriting.

"I don't understand."

"If redemption is what you want, this will help. It will rid her of the pain, leaving the memory more or less a movie in her head. No flashbacks, no sorrow, no scars."

"What's the catch?"

"It can only be used on someone once, per person, and it only lasts an hour. Let me see." Slowly Draco lifted his head, letting Severus look in his eyes. He had done well, locking away the memory, but the pain was visible. "Why so much pain?" Severus asked, knowing the answer. Suddenly, the door in Draco's mind opens, exposing everything. Tears stream down Draco's face, his chest hurts as Severus watched the entire ordeal, beginning to end. "You have failed."

"You asked," Draco snarled.

"And you gave in, not of free will, I'm sure. You think He won't ask whenever he sees that kind of pain behind your eyes? Surely you aren't that foolish."

"I AM NOT FOOLISH!"

"Then lock the memory away, forget about Miss Granger. Forget it even happened! Some things are better left forgotten!" Severus sighed, "Go. Get out of here. You have your spell."

"And I will lock it away. Thank you." With that, Draco walks out of the bedroom. You'd better or we are both dead, Severus thinks to himself. Standing outside the bedroom, Draco looks down at the paper. The cramped handwriting saying two words:

Emovere Morsus.