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WARNING This chapter is by far one you will not want to read if you are offended by uncomfortable sexual situations. Keep in mind this is a fiction, nothing in this is true. If you are insulted by the mention of forced sexual encounters, don't read any further!
Chapter 11
Snape's Retaliation
Draco turned to get a better look at who had so rudely entered his room, but didn't bother to tuck himself back into his boxers.
It was Snape.
Hermione looked around Draco and saw Snape standing teen feet from him wearing a self-righteous sneer. Her eyes grew as large as dinner plates; she was in a state of utter shock. She hadn't expected to see Snape standing feet from her; with her skirt hiked up about her waist and her panties down, and Draco with his pants around his ankles and penis hanging out of the front of his boxers. She knew they had been caught red handed, as it were.
"Professor!" Draco yelped and he pushed himself back into his boxers and pulled up his pants.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy. It is I. I seem to have intruded upon you at a rather inconvenient time. Don't mind me though, as you were." Snape hissed.
Hermione struggled to pull her panties back up over her exposed flesh, not taking her eyes off Draco's back.
"Sir, I can explain…" Draco began, not really knowing how to explain what Snape had walked in on.
"There's no need for explanations, Mr. Malfoy. I know what you and Ms. Granger were doing, and far be it from me to cause you to stop… unfulfilled."
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Surely you don't mean that."
"Mr. Malfoy, I am losing my patients. I know you heard what I said." Snape waved his wand and a chair appeared out of no where. He sat down in the chair and crossed his legs, peering down his long nose at Draco.
Draco looked over his shoulder at Hermione, who was now sitting on the edge of his bed. "Sir, I can't. It isn't right. I won't." Draco didn't quite know how to phrase his words.
He knew exactly what Snape was suggesting but he was not going to do it. What he and Hermione shared was for them only. He refused to be Snape's marionette too. This was absurd. He was a teacher!
"Oh, you will, Mr. Malfoy. Or I will be forced to do it myself. You can't leave the girl unsatisfied. It isn't right; it's a man's place to pleasure his woman." Snape barked.
Draco's eyes widened as he looked at Hermione once more. He could see her eyes were filling with tears. What was he going to do? Did Snape mean what he said about if Draco didn't do it he would? He questioned Hermione silently; she shook her head frantically as tears began spilling from her eyes. He couldn't bear to see her cry.
He turned back to Snape, "No!" He yelled.
The corners of Snape's mouth twitched angrily. "Ok then Mr. Malfoy."
He stood from his chair and walked toward where Hermione say, taking large strides. "Stand up, Ms. Granger," He ordered.
Hermione hesitated.
"I said up!" Snape bellowed.
Hermione jumped to her feet, shaking from head to toe.
Snape reached for her head. She pulled away. This caused Snape to stretch out his arm farther and snatch her hair in his hand, pulling her head toward him.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Mr. Malfoy." He said staring at Hermione. He had seen Draco reach into his back pocket for his wand.
Draco froze. "Please sir, don't hurt her."
Snape didn't listen; he pointed his wand at Draco and whispered to Hermione, "Tell him that you want me."
Hermione began crying harder and shook her head.
Snape pulled hard on her hair. "Tell him!"
Hermione sniffled. "I… I want him." She sobbed.
Draco's face flushed. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, though he knew Snape made her say it.
Hermione looked at Draco with pleading eyes. But his feet were frozen to the floor, he couldn't come rescue her.
Snape looked over at Draco then back to Hermione and whispered to her again. "Tell him you want to feel me inside you."
Hermione shook her head again. As she did Snape tightened his grip on her hair.
Draco had had enough; he reached for his wand and pointed it at Snape's back. Green Sparks flew from Snape's wand as Draco did this. The sparks hit Draco in the chest and he fell to the ground, his body began jerking violently and screaming in pain.
"SOTP!" Hermione yelled trying to run to Draco.
Snape didn't move his wand as he watched Draco's body convulse on the ground.
"PLEASE STOP!" Hermione begged.
Still Snape didn't avert his wand.
Hermione did the only thing she could think of to break Snape's concentration. She kissed Snape's crooked lips.
Snape's wand dropped slightly as he fell into Hermione's kiss, causing Draco to stop convulsing. Draco lay in a ball on the floor clutching his stomach.
Hermione opened her eyes and looked over Snape's shoulder at Draco. She pulled away and wiped her mouth forcefully with the back of her hand.
Snape licked his lips, "Say it." He demanded.
Hermione's body twitched, "I… I… I will not."
Snape glowered at her then pointed his wand at her throat. She still didn't speak.
"Hermione…" Draco's voice was uneven and quivered as he spoke, "What ever it is, just say it. I know it's not true."
Hermione gulped. "I want to… to… I want to feel him… inside me."
Draco closed his eyes, still lying on the floor, not able to get to his feet. Snape had used the Cruciatus Curse on him and it made him very weak. Still he was in a rage, if he could get to his feet, he would kill Snape. Kill… where was his wand? He opened his eyes and looked around him, his wand was laying five or six feet above his head, he couldn't reach it. He sighed and closed his eyes again, trying to conserve his energy. If Snape kept making Hermione say those terrible things and didn't act on any of it, it was only a matter of time before Draco could get to his feet.
Snape brushed Hermione's cheek with the tips of his fingers, tracing her lips, he said, "go to Mr. Malfoy."
Hermione was more than willing to go to Draco, he needed her. She just wished Snape would leave. Stop barking off orders. Leave them alone. As she tried to walk to Draco Snape pulled her hair. He walked right behind her, still clutching his handful of hair. She knelt down in front of him and put her hand on his face.
"Draco," She said as she touched him, "Draco, get up!"
Draco's eyes snapped open and he stared up at Hermione. His eyes had gone a pale shade of gray. Hermione smiled weakly at him as Snape jerked her head up toward him.
"That's a wonderful idea, Ms. Granger. Yes, Mr. Malfoy, to your feet!" Snape demanded.
Draco struggled to move, his insides felt like jelly and he was light headed. He was not yet strong enough to stand. He made is aching muscles oblige as he stood to his feet, wobbling slightly.
Snape threw Hermione across the room. Her back hit the frame of the bed causing it to shift. She let out a deep groan and collapsed onto the floor. He then grabbed Draco by the back of the neck and led him to where Hermione sat crumpled on the floor.
"Get up!" Snape said to Hermione.
Her feet scuffled on the ground as she stood, grasping her back.
Snape looked at Draco, "remove her shirt."
Draco stared at Snape's face, it didn't change. He moved forward, Snape's fingers still digging into the sides of his neck. As he reached out for the hem of Hermione's shirt she began crying again. He mouthed the words 'I'm sorry' to her as he pulled it over her head. She stood in front of Draco and Snape trying to cover herself, she hadn't bothered to put on a bra when she got dressed earlier in the day, so she was completely naked from the waist up.
Snape stared at her for a few long moments then said, to Draco, "Go to her." Draco drew nearer to Hermione and pulled her into his chest.
Snape leaned down to Draco's ear and whispered, "Remove her skirt and panties, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco's mind was screaming at him to do something, anything. But he didn't know what to do. If he was to run for his wand, Snape could hurt him again, or worse, Hermione.
As he reached for the waist band of Hermione's skirt, she pushed his hands away and he dropped them to his sides.
"I said take it off!" Snape yelled into Draco's ear.
He reached for the skirt again but this time, Hermione didn't protest. Draco pushed her skirt down and pulled off her panties. They both fell to her feet and she didn't bother to step out of them.
"Good, looks like we're all getting along." Snape said; pleased with himself.
He pushed Draco across the room and pointed his wand at him as he, Snape, walked toward the chair he had conjured. He sat down and looked Hermione's body over.
"Mr. Malfoy, if you so much as blink in a manner that offends me, I will kill her." He said as he sat down. "Now, Ms. Granger, if you would be so kind as to come here."
Hermione looked over at Draco through tear clouded eyes. After a moment she walked slowly toward Snape. He reached out for her as she approached him. She didn't reach back. This obviously didn't make Snape very happy because he stood from his chair so quickly she didn't see him move, and grabbed her by the hair again. He sat back down and pulled her close to him.
"Sit." He said as he looked down at his lap.
She didn't want to.
"If you don't, I kill him." He said as he pointed his want at Draco.
Hermione looked over at Draco; he was propped with his back against the wall and was starting wide eyed back at her. The hurt he was experiencing was visible on his face, as was the mixture of anger and hatred.
She looked back at Snape and tried to turn around so she could sit in his lap.
He yanked her hair again. "No, do not turn your back to me. Face me."
Hermione sobbed as she straddled Snape in his chair. He put the hand that was in her hair on the back of her neck and continued to point his wand at Draco with his other hand. She tried to resist him when he pulled her head toward him but she couldn't. Their lips crashed together and Snape immediately stuck his tongue in her mouth and flicked it at hers.
She had the pressing urge to vomit. But she held it back knowing this would definitely infuriate Snape. Snape moved his lips from her mouth to her right breast and bit down so hard she screamed. She tried to pull away but he bit down harder, so she stopped moving and bit her own lip, trying to muffle her scream. When Snape's head rose she could see some of her own blood on his lips as he licked them.
She looked down and saw blood trickling down her breast to her stomach. She felt a hardening pressure between her legs, it was evident this had turned Snape on. But he revolted her; the thought of him alone was enough to make her sick, not to mention what he was doing now. This was beyond grotesque it was cruel.
She looked into his hard black eyes and didn't see any indication that he had a soul.
He took in a deep breath and reached between her legs to unbutton his pants. After he did so he said "Take it out."
She knew precisely what he was talking about. Her stomach turned as she reached into his pants and grasp his erection in her hand. She pulled if forcefully from his pants and quickly with drew her hand.
"You might not want to be so rough, Ms. Granger, it may pay off in the end." He said.
He quickly stood from the chair, knocking Hermione into the floor and bent down in front of her. He pushed her back and mounted her as he looked daringly up at Draco.
Draco's eyes filled with tears as he slid down the wall. He sat with his knees drawn into his chest, put his head down on top of them, and covered his head with his arms. He was still so weak, he couldn't help Hermione.
Snape looked down at the hysterical Hermione and smirked.
"Please don't." Hermione cried.
"You don't seem to mind it when he does it. Besides, you're going to love it." As soon as he finished speaking he violently forced himself into her.
She screamed out in pain. Her body was not at all aroused and this was more than painful for her. Snape covered her mouth with his hand. He pounded himself inside Hermione for what seemed like an eternity. She was writhing and squirming under him, trying to get free, but it was no use. His weight was crashing upon her with full force.
"Stop moving you pathetic mud blood! You like it!" Snape growled at Hermione. "You've never had it so good as me! That boy over there doesn't know what you like!"
Hermione bit down on Snape's hand and when he pulled it away she screamed, "HELP ME! PLEASE! DRACO!" Snape slapped her hard across the face and caused blood to fly from her mouth.
Draco grabbed two handfuls of his own hair and pulled hard when he heard Hermione scream then the slap from Snape. Snape said if Draco moved he would kill Hermione. What was he supposed to do? Hermione cried out for him and he was helpless.
Snape's face crinkled and his mouth gaped open. Hermione felt a warm liquid spill out inside her; she knew Snape had reached his climax. This disgusted her more than anything else that had happened to her. His seed was inside her.
Snape rose after a few seconds and kicked Hermione hard in the side. He pushed himself back inside his pants and buttoned them. He waved his wand as he walked toward the portrait hole and the chair disappeared.
Looking over his shoulder he said, "If you're thinking about telling Dumbledore about this, don't bother, he would never believe his precious Severus did anything of the sort."
He opened the portrait hole and exited, slamming it behind him.
Hermione lay on her side in the fetal position on the floor, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. Draco looked up at her, he was still too weak to move but he forced himself to crawl over to her. He took her head in his lap.
"Shh… I'm so sorry, Hermione. I'm so sorry," He began to cry as well.
Hermione reached up and grabbed Draco's arm, she squeezed it and tried to talk but he couldn't understand her.
"What?" He asked, trying to listen harder to her.
She still couldn't speak; she moved her head off of Draco's lap and threw up beside him. Draco sighed heavily, not because he was mad at her, because he was mad at himself. He stared across the room at his wand. He couldn't move to get it. He needed to conserve his energy because he had to get Hermione to the hospital wing. After about fifteen minutes He struggled to get to his feet. As she stood he wobbled and almost fell back down.
He looked down at Hermione's broken body, "Hermione, you have to get up! You have to; I can't bend to get you. If you will just get up, I will get you to Madam Pomfry."
Hermione didn't move; she just lay there crying and shaking.
"Hermione please." Draco said reaching for her hands.
She still didn't move.
Draco, seeing his words weren't getting through to her, leaned down and grabbed one of her hands. He pulled her toward him but he couldn't get her up. "Hermione! Come on, get up!" She still didn't move.
Draco looked around; there was nothing that would help him get her up. Not even his wand would help him with this; he didn't have enough strength to levitate her all the way to the hospital wing. Suddenly he had an idea. He walked quickly to the bed and pulled a blanket off of it; then back to Hermione.
He covered her with the blanket and said, "I'm going for help. I'll be right back. I'm so sorry, I love you." He kissed her cheek.
Draco almost ran out the portrait hole, into the common room. The faces of many of his fellow Slytherin's shot up in his direction. He was running through the common room not paying attention to any of them. He left the common room and hurried down the corridor and a few stair cases. He was going to Gryffindor Tower. Harry and Ron could help him. He just hoped they were there.
When he reached the portrait of the Fat lady she asked for the password, he didn't know it. She refused to let him in so he hammered on the front of canvas with his fists, causing her to run into a nearby painting. She yelled at him but he didn't care. He needed someone to answer the door. Surely someone was in there. He hammered harder.
When the portrait finally opened Ron stood in front of him with a look of curiosity on his face, which was quickly removed when he saw Draco standing in front of him. Draco was in no mood for an argument.
Before Ron could speak Draco almost yelled, "Weasley, there's no time to argue, get Potter! It's Hermione, she's been hurt!"
Ron's face flushed, "What's wrong with Hermione?"
"Weasley, there's no time, get Potter!" Draco yelled.
Ron didn't hesitate he turned back into the common room and yelled "Harry, quick! It's Hermione! She's been hurt!"
Harry ran across the common room toward Ron. When he reached Ron, they both stepped out of the portrait hole and stood in front of Draco.
"What's happened to Hermione?" Harry demanded.
"There's no time, follow me!" Draco said as he turned to run back to Slytherin House.
Ron, Harry and Draco ran all the way up to Slytherin House. When they reached the portrait Draco yelled the pass word, 'PURE BLOOD!' The long nosed wizard yelled back at them as they ran inside the common room but they didn't pay attention to him.
All of the Slytherin's in the common room gasped when Ron and Harry came running through their common room, behind the shirtless Draco.
Draco ran up the stairs to his room and breathed the second password 'love.' The portrait swung open and Ron and Harry gasp when they stepped inside the room.
Hermione was still lying in the floor crying and shaking more violently than ever. It was obvious that she had gotten sick again. Draco ran to her and fell to his knees in front of her.
"What happened, Malfoy?" Harry yelled.
"Did you do this to her?" Ron accused him.
"No, no, it wasn't me. It was Snape. He did it. He… It was awful." Draco said glaring up at them. "We have to get her out of here."
Ron and Harry ran to Hermione and bent down beside her. Harry grabbed her legs while Ron grabbed her under her arms. As they lifted her, the blanket fell off. Draco scrambled to cover her back up as Ron and Harry walked toward the portrait hole. Draco stepped through first, holding the frame of the portrait so it wouldn't shut. Once Ron and Harry were out, Hermione in their arms, Draco followed them down the stairs. Again, every one in the common room stared, some clasping their hands over their mouths as Ron and Harry passed.
Draco followed them all the way to the door of the hospital wing. He ran inside and began yelling for Madam Pomfry.
"What's all the fuss?" She said coming out of her office.
"Hermione, she's hurt!" Draco yelled as Harry and Ron laid her down on the closest bed.
Madam Pomfry hurried toward Hermione, "What's happened to her Mr. Potter?"
Harry shrugged, "I don't know, ask Malfoy. He's the one that came to get us."
Madam Pomfry looked behind her at Draco.
He began to explain, but stopped and looked at Harry and Ron, "Potter, Weasley, go get Dumbledore! Hurry! Before he does."
Harry and Ron didn't need an explanation; they turned and fled from the hospital.
Draco started explaining the occurrence to Madam Pomfry. She was looking at him with disbelief written all over her face. Draco sat down on the chair beside Hermione's bed; she was still shaking and crying. He started to cry too as he grabbed her hand.
"I'm so sorry, Hermione. I couldn't help you. I couldn't." He sobbed.
Madam Pomfry sighed as she poured some type of liquid into a glass and handed it to Draco, "Mr. Malfoy, you're weak. The Cruciatus Curse is very powerful; you need to lie down before you fall down. It can do much damage to the muscles in the body if it isn't treated."
Draco didn't want to lie down he wanted to tell Dumbledore, he wanted Snape to pay. He did, however, drain the glass he was handed. He was running on pure adrenaline, and once that was gone, there was nothing left. He was so weak his muscles were screaming at him to collapse. He refused.
Professor's Dumbledore and McGonagall came running into the hospital with Ron and Harry, very out of breath, at their heels.
"What's happened Mr. Malfoy?" He asked as he skidded to a halt at the edge of Hermione's bed.
Professor McGonagall stopped a few feet from Hermione's bed and clasped her hands over her mouth.
"Sir, it was Professor Snape! I didn't do this!" Draco pointed at Hermione as he stood up.
"No one's blaming you, Mr. Malfoy, now tell me what happened." Dumbledore said looking over his half moon spectacles.
"Sir, Professor Snape… He… raped her. I couldn't do anything; he used an Unforgivable Curse on me. There was nothing I could have done." Draco wiped a tear from his cheek.
Professor McGonagall walked toward Draco and put her hand on his shoulder, "We understand Mr. Malfoy. It isn't your fault. If you say Professor Snape did this, there is nothing you could have done to prevent it. Now, Mr. Malfoy, you need to lie down and rest your muscles, I am only guessing but if he used the Cruciatus Curse on you, you need not to be using your muscles."
Draco sat down on the bed beside Hermione's and stared at Ron and Harry. "Thank you."
Ron and Harry didn't say anything however; they continued to stare at Hermione's shaking body.
"Albus," Said Professor McGonagall, "a word."
Professor Dumbledore turned to her, "Surely Minerva."
They walked a few feet away from Draco and Hermione and began talking in hushed voices.
"Albus, we have to find Severus. I don't want to believe he would do such a thing but I do not think Mr. Malfoy would lie about it." Professor McGonagall said; her eyes narrowed as she gazed upon Professor Dumbledore.
"I agree Minerva, I will find him. And when I do I will notify the Ministry of Magic and we will have this sorted out. Until I return; get Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley back to their house and stay here with Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger." Dumbledore whispered.
Professor McGonagall nodded and she turned to Harry and Ron, "Boy's there's nothing more you can do tonight, I think it best if you return to Gryffindor Tower. I will keep you posted on the state of Ms. Granger."
Harry and Ron nodded. Professor Dumbledore walked toward them and put his hands on their shoulders leading them out of the Hospital.
Professor McGonagall sat in the chair between Hermione and Draco's bed and looked over at Draco, "Mr. Malfoy, you need to rest. We will get this sorted out, that I promise you."
Draco lay back on his bed and he could have sworn he saw a tear run down Professor McGonagall's cheek when she turned away from him. He watched as Madam Pomfry pulled curtains around Hermione's bed. He heard her whispering to Professor McGonagall but was too tired to understand her words.
He was sure Madam Pomfry was inspecting Hermione as he drifted off to sleep. Did they really believe him? Did they think he did this to Hermione? He wasn't sure. He was so tired and weak; he couldn't help but to go to sleep. His whole body ached and he felt sick.
A/N: I know this was a hard chapter to read, I had a hard time writing it. Please let me know what you think before I sumbit chapter 12. R&R as always! Thanks for reading and for reviews! Sway