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Chapter 6
It was darker than Hermione had anticipated. The candles had long ago burned out, those which remained were flickering dully. She approached the door. This was
quite unorthodox, she nor anyone else she knew had ever personally visited a teacher in their private chambers, let alone late at night. She stood at the door warily.
Just as she had decided that it would be most polite and proper to knock, the door opened. There stood Professor Snape, eyes filled with an unreadable expression.
"I suggest that you stop gawking and come in." He snapped.
Hermione stumbled into what appeared to be a sitting room. She was surprised to notice how welcoming it was. Hermione had been expecting something comparable
to a dungeon, not a normal sitting room with a large bookshelf and a dazzling fireplace. This place could be nearly called cozy. "Sit." he said, motioning to a emerald
couch. He sat across from her.
"Why did you come here?" he asked. She averted her eyes from his gaze. "M-my wand. I..I need it." she timidly responded.
"You may have it back. As long as you answer my inquiries." He lifted her wand from a nearby drawer and placed it beside him. Hermione spared a glance and
nodded.
"Why were you at Hogsmeade this afternoon."
"I-I needed to buy p-potion supplies."
He glanced at her impatiently.
"Potion supplies to make what potion?"
"A-a potion.." She said lamely.
"A potion?" He repeated, glaring in her direction.
As she began to cower, it was made clear to Hermione that she had a split second to change her approach.
"Actually," a sudden spark of determination struck her.
"What right do you have, questioning me about what I was buying. Should you not be more interested as to how I got out of the school? Punish me for that. Give
me a years worth of detention for all I care. Either way, I will not tell you the contents of my shopping bag, you absolutely have no right to that information." She
would have walked away on the spot had it not been for the continued lack of her wand.
"Fine." He said, his temper matching her own. "If you shall not tell me, then I will simply have to remember. If you do not recall, you spilled the contents of your bag
onto the floor." He sat in silence for a moment. "You dropped:.. " he began listing ingredients. Hermione was horrified, his memory was nearly perfect, there were
only two ingredients that he did not already know. "From these ingredients" Snape began cruelly "I can deduce that you were brewing either a poison or, a..." he
trailed off, looking troubled. Hermione froze. When she looked up she saw Snape staring at her stomach.
He pointed her wand at her. She was helpless, she could do nothing to defend herself.
"Revelio" he said. Hermione held her breath. Nothing happened.
"Magnus Ostendo Sum Quis est Occultus" he said. That did the trick. Hermione felt as her robes tightened, revealing her baby bump. She waved her arms wildly,
attempting to hide her protruding stomach.
Snape looked as though he had been stunned.
After a moment of initial shock Hermione abruptly stood up.
"Are you happy? Is this what you wanted so desperately to do? To lure me in here and to humiliate me?" Hemione shouted at him passionately.
He remained silent.
"How low can you possibly sink? And now I suppose you're going to tell everyone. You're going to ruin my life." She finished with tears streaming down her cheeks.
His looked at her, face contorted with anger. "Stupid girl! You brought this on yourself."
She stared at him for a moment, countless thoughts running through her mind, before she sank to the ground. "I did, didn't I" she whispered, resigned.
He smiled at her cruelly. She anticipated his next move, she tried to clear her mind, she was still to proud to allow the invasion of her thoughts without a fight. No
don't think about it. Think of nothing. This isn't working something happy, err. Christmas at the burrow. When I became a prefect. When I found out I was a witch!
Why am I thinking of something happy a patronus won't stop hi-
"Ligellimeze!"
Hermiones life flashed before her eyes: It all was a blur until Snape went through the previous summer, the night of the battle. Going to Hogwarts
again. Finding the diadem. Kissing Ron. Seeing the dead. Walking hesitantly into the woods. She nearly jumped as she saw the shadowy form turn to her. She stared
with more shock than horror on her face as the Dark Lord stalked towards her. No, Voldemort couldn't be one of them, she would have known, or at least heard
about it before, sure Voldemort murdered and tortured people without batting an eye, but raping them? Tears started to fill her eyes. 'No! Think Logically!' He was so
close now, only a few feet away. She screamed and began to run. "Crucio!" she heard before she was enveloped in pain and darkness. When she next opened her
eyes he was already tearing her clothes. She tried to fight back but it was useless. Hermione watched as he held her down. He pulled her closer to his body and
began to remove his robes.
NOOO! she shrieked, returning to reality. She didn't care what happened now. Her secret was no longer safe. He knew, she was ruined, destined to be hated and
pitied for the rest of her life. She grabbed her wand and ran out the door. She didn't look back. She needed to clear her mind. She needed to take a walk. She ran out
of the castle. She didn't stop. When she reached the black lake she collapsed.
