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A.N: This is a short chapter but it will take a little longer for me to update. A WARNING TO ALL! THIS CHAPTER IS GRAPHIC. Anyways, on a lighter note, the song from the last chapter was from the Wild Thornberries movie. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters that are recognized. Please enjoy and Please, Please, REVIEW. Hugs and Kisses…LaSpirit.
Chapter Six: A Most Interesting Introduction
After they had left her parents house Severus had taken Hermione to a Café up the street. Hermione had insisted that she did not want anything to drink but Severus ordered her a Caramel coffee, and himself a black coffee. Now as they sat in the darkness there was complete silence. He finally ventured into the depths and decided to speak.
"Hermione?" She looked up from her hands and stared into his eyes for the first time since they left her parents. "How long has this been going on?" She quickly looked back at her hands, wanting to speak but she just couldn't will herself to do it. There was silence again. "Hermione if we are going to be married I need to know everything.."
"I can't tell you! You will be so ashamed of me, you probably will never want to speak to me again!" Even though that outburst had been whispered at had shaken the entire room. Thankfully the only other person in the café was the waitress, she gave them a curious glance but then continued about her work.
Severus reached across the table to touch her cheek but Hermione had recoiled from his touch. He realized for the first time how much pain she was truly in. Damn that bastard! How could Albus have overlooked this? "Hermione, please just tell me the truth, I want to know everything about you, the good, the bad, and the ugly pieces of your life; I will love them all because I love you." A single tear slid down Hermione's face and landed in her coffee. She slowly began to tell her tale but it was in a hushed whisper, Severus had to lean over the table to hear her.
"It was the summer that I turned six, even though I was young I remember everything. My father, Eric Miller, had died a few months before. The doctors said that it was a heart attack, I don't know if I believe that anymore. Well the summer that I turned six my mother brought home a man. As the days grew on they got closer. He would take us out to lunch or out to the zoo. Sometimes I would see him smack mommy, but the only thought that would have crossed my mind was, 'oh, she did something bad.' I guess that that would go through any child's head. Well at dinner and the times he would take us to lunch I would sit on his left and mommy on his right." There was a pause as Hermione looked at Severus and took a deep breath, willing herself to go on, she had gotten this far. "As he was talking to mommy he would reach his hand over and place it on my leg, he would move it up farther and farther. If I tried to squirm in protest, he would squeeze my leg to where it felt like my thigh was going to break, I gave in every time. As his hand got farther and farther up, he slowly entered me, first one, finger and then some more. Each night it would be the same thing, until one night when mommy was at work and he was babysitting me he came into the bedroom. I would try and scream but his hand would cover my mouth and I would be helpless." As Hermione was speaking, Severus had noticed that she had gone into a sort of trance, she was looking at him but her eyes never blinked and it was as if she was staring through him at something, not at him, she did not move, but just continued to speak. "He would strip me of my clothes and then his fingers would enter me slowly followed by his manhood, I was crying the whole time. When he was done he would wipe me clean and then he would dress me, he would tell me not to tell mother anything because he loved me to much and he didn't want to lose me. I never told her. He would come in almost every night until it became a sort of ritual, if I refused and tried to struggle he would hit me until I succumbed to him. Not to long after that he and my mother got married. From then on that's the way it has always been. He comes into my room every night when I am not at school. If mother and I anger him, he beats us to awareness. When I started school I learned to conceal the marks, and then I heard of Harry's home life and mine seamed like heaven compared to his." She finally stopped and came back to reality. Severus looked at her and his face was purple from rage. How could anyone treat a child that way. He finally spoke.
"Damn Potter's home life, that gives you no reason to be ashamed Hermione. None of this is your fault. Everyone knows that Potter's home life is miserable because he practically flaunts it in front of their faces. You have nothing to be ashamed of Hermione; your step-father did this to you, not you. I care for you to much; I could never be ashamed of you!" Severus got out of his side of the booth and sat nest to her. Hermione's body began to shake with the sobs. He pulled her close and just held her, wanting her pain to go away but knowing that that would take time. She went still in his arms and finally ceased her sobbing. She looked up at him. "I am going to go and change now and then we can go to your brothers." As she got out of the booth Severus watched her make her way to the bathroom, then he wrote a note to his brother, warning him to be careful with the way he acted around her. Sometimes his brother could be a little abrupt without meaning to. Severus looked up just as she was coming out of the bathroom. The sight of her took his breath away.
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