Sorry that it has been so long and this might be a little short but here you go.
Updates may take a while because I don't have the entire story planned out just a few specific scenes and my general idea of what I want putting it all together is where I get stuck.
This is defiantly going to be a HG/SS not sure who else I will put together just yet and Hermione is of age.
Thank you for all the reviews and I forgot a disclaimer in all the other chapters but you all no I don't own them and I only get paid with reviews
Why am I back here? I hate Spinner's End. Oh right. Once again I don't have a choice. Dumbledore doesn't give a blast ended screwitts ass that I don't want to do this all he cares about is his precious little know-it-all that fucked up royally.
Severus walked into the house an immediately spotted her at the top of the stairs. He gave her his best bat of the dungeons glare and walked into the small parlor to the left. He went straight to the small bar on the other side of the room and poured himself a full glass of fire whiskey and the he downed the entire glass when he heard her coming down the stairs.
"Miss Granger I thought that you were supposed to be the smartest with of your age?" His voice dripped with his anger.
"I'm book smart Professor, not street smart."
Severus poured himself another generous glass of whiskey. "That much is obvious Miss Granger; you would not be in the possession of a Death Eater if you had any brains in that bushy head of yours."
"Possession of a Death Eater." she repeated.
Severus turned and walked over where she stood in the doorway, he put his hand on the door frame ad leaned over her.
"Miss Granger Lucius gave you, as a gift, to me, his fellow Death Eater. Outside of Hogwarts I am a Death Eater. In this house I am a Death Eater. You are in the possession of a Death Eater. You are no longer my student you are my slave. Idiot girl." he knocked back half of his drink and caught her eyes. She looked defeated. Her face was pale and her hair flat and limp. For once he couldn't see the wheels turning in her head. "Well Miss Granger? No bright ideas? No? Do you even realize how much trouble you are in?" she stayed silent but continued to stare. "Do you understand what you are forcing me to do? And don't think that I am doing it to save you, I'm doing it to save my own skin."
Slowly she reached forward, took the glass from him her fingers brushing his lightly and drank the rest of his fire whiskey. The burn of the alcohol lighting a fire in her stomach, pleasurable warmth flooded through her. It reminded her that she wasn't dead or lost or defeated.
"Well Professor where ever I go I am and always will be Hermione Granger and I will never bend to the will of a Death Eater so don't expect me to do you and favors either. I will not curl up in some corner and submit to you." determination burned in her eyes.
"Well at least I won't be bored over the break." Severus replied taking back his glass and walking away from her to refill it once more. "I suppose you already know your way around this house very well?" at her nod he continued. "You are free to wonder as you please during the day but at night you will be confined to the bathroom, and my room. I do not entertain company very often but when I do they only come out at night."
" Understand Miss Granger that I do not want you here so be mindful and try to stay away from me I have better things to do than be bothered by your presence. You are capable, I think of looking after yourself, I suppose you can cook but should you need anything don't tell me because I don't care. Be as little of and inconvenience as possible and you might live through this."
She stared at him for a while her eyes narrowed, arms crossed and calmly replied, "Fat chance in hell, prick." As she climbed the stairs to her room tried to her bones she could hear him laughing, as if this week could get any stranger.
He was still chuckling when Evelyn finally arrived.
"You've gotten us into quite a mess this time Evelyn, just like when we were children, just like you always have." He leaned against the cabinet watching the shell of his sister remember the person that she used to be.
"I don't understand how you of all people find this to be funny." She sat stiffly on the mildew covered couch and lit the fire place with a punctuated flick of her wand.
Severus sobered immediately, "You used to find everything to be impossibly amusing."
"I used to be a lot of things, Sev. As much as you may wish it I won't just become the person I was before. I can't forget or forgive. And I will not stop what I have started I will see Voldemort finished even if it kills me."
"You're hoping that this kills you, you want to die."
"Girls got to have dreams big brother."
Severus left the room quickly in a fury of motion and whipping robs. He was a man who hated a lot but he really hated to see his sister no days ever since her son died and he convinced her to become a spy she had become consumed with killing the Dark Lord and he hated what her hate was doing to her.
He slammed his bedroom door and was relieved that Hermione was in the cubby hole so that he could be alone. He stalked the length of his room several times before he had calmed enough to go to bed and sleep fitfully. The changes in his sister irritated him to no end she had always been the opposite of him and now she was becoming him. He hated it.
"Girls gotta have dreams big brother."
She had been five the first time she said that to him. She had told him that she wanted to be the Queen of England when she grew up and he had laughed at her and teased her but she had replied with and impish grin "girls gotta have dreams" and every time after that when he laughed at her ideas that was her reply and when she said it he would grin with her.
Hermione listened to Professor Snape stalk up the stairs and pace his room before finally settling down. The day before she had investigated the strange glowing rock and had hypothesized that it was some sort of requirement rock. It worked like the room of requirements if she needed something it would transfigure into any object. A few moments ago she had used it as extendable ears and eavesdropped on her professor's conversation. She really hadn't had any other purpose to spy other than to be rebellious but she hadn't expected to hear such a personal domestic conversation, who knew that the two most feared professors at Hogwarts were so human.
Professor Snape had sounded so wistful when commenting on how Professor Black used to be. And Professor Blacks response had be so…painful.
Hermione lay on her side and tucked her blanket tighter around her. Her eyes became heavy and she fell into a fitful sleep just as Snape had only her nightmares were of the Malfoys and Voldemort.
