REQUEST: Snape's girl14 desired a chapter where Snape attacks Hermione, and Sirius attacks Snape

Episode 38

Attack

Summary: In which Snape attacks Hermione, and Sirius attacks Snape

Cornered. The Slytherin bastard had her cornered, and there was nothing Hermione could do. Her wand lay behind the greasy-haired snake, and her back was roughly pushed against a tree trunk. There was nowhere she could go. Hermione was cornered.

Severus Snape smirked at his prey. The Marauders had just finished pulling yet another prank on him, and he was quite tired of it. This was his revenge! Hurting the "princess" of the group with a curse he'd made up, there was something almost poetic about the whole ordeal. It was even better since he couldn't get into too much trouble, nothing more than detention, since his curse wasn't technically a dark art as he had made it up and therefore he couldn't be arrested for using it unless she died. Snape had no intention of killing the Mudblood, at least not on school grounds, so he would be safe from harsher laws.

Dumbledore would be disappointed in him, but it wasn't like he cared what the old coot thought. Voldemort was right about one thing if nothing else, Albus Dumbledore wasn't fit to run the school. He let filthy Mudbloods inside of Hogwarts as though they were actually fit to inhabit the wizarding world, and he openly opposed the great Dark Lord, going so far as to call him by name as though he was worthy of uttering the three syllables! So, no, Severus didn't give two shits what Dumbledore thought of him. Hell, the worse his opinion of the Slytherin, the better.

Hermione shivered at the maniacal glee present in Snape's onyx eyes. He really wasn't a pleasant man, and she highly doubted that anything short of a professor showing up right now would stop him from attacking her. She wondered briefly if even that would stop him from enacting this unfair revenge against the Marauders.

True, she knew that Snape had every right to hate her. Not because she was Muggle-born, but because she helped the Marauders torment him. Hermione just wouldn't say that this was the kind of revenge he had a right to enact. She already knew he planned to hurt her, badly, and though she tried to hide her fear as a proper Gryffindor would, she couldn't stop her heart from racing.

What was going to happen to her? Would Snape actually kill her, or was he just trying to scare her by grinning so dangerously? Gulping away the worries, she turned a harsh glare onto the Slytherin.

"Well, are you going to get on with it or what, Snivellus?" she asked heatedly, hoping to goad him into some kind of action. Worrying about what move he would make was taking its toll on her, and maybe if she made him angry enough, he would lose focus and she could get away.

Severus, unfortunately, seemed to have understood her plan and only smirked wider. Hermione half expected his face to split in two.

"I've been dieing to test this new curse I've made, Mudblood," he said conversationally. "I think you're the perfect candidate...Sectumsempra!"

A pain unlike any Hermione had ever experienced before, and she'd experienced plenty of pain, engulfed her body. She could vaguely hear animalistic screams echoing around the forest, and only after several moments did she realize they were coming from her. The brunette managed to pry her eyes open long enough to see Snape grinning maniacally at her, obviously enjoying her pain, before they closed again.

This was too much! She didn't want to have marks all over her body, but more importantly she didn't want to die of blood loss. Finally, she collapsed from the pain, sighing blissfully as unconsciousness took her to a much better, pain-free place. The last thing she heard was a loud thump, then everything went black.

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Sirius was walking around the grounds, trying to find some way he could finally admit his feelings to Hermione. They had been going out for a couple of months now, the longest relationship either had ever had, but he never told her how he truly felt. That he loved her. Now, he decided, was the perfect time to come clean.

Hermione seemed truly happy with him, and he didn't want her wandering off to some other bloke before he could say those three little words. There was just one problem: Sirius couldn't seem to get the words out of his throat. Before, he never understood why so many people seemed to have trouble saying 'I love you' when they were just simple words, but now that he had the feeling himself, he was beginning to get a better understanding of why so many people freaked about confessing.

He stopped when he heard a familiar voice, and a smirk slid across his face as he took off into the Forbidden Forest. The voice wasn't too far in, though he wouldn't expect a Slytherin to go very far anyway, but Snape was definitely far enough inside that no one would see them if Sirius decided to use Snivellus to take his mind off his worries for a bit.

Perhaps it was cruel to use Snape as a constant punching bag, or rather pranking bag, but the Slytherin had it coming. It wasn't like he didn't get his own revenge on the Marauders, and he made his admiration of Lord Voldemort perfectly clear. This only further encouraged Sirius and the other Marauders to use Snape as their guinea pig for various pranks. It was only fair they avenge those the Slytherin had wronged, and they got to have fun in the process. What could be better?

Blue-grey eyes narrowed when he finally came upon the Slytherin. Snape wasn't alone it seemed, as he was happily telling someone Sirius couldn't see about his new curse. Apparently it was a Muggle-born, if his usage of the age-old, but still horrid, insult was any indication. Sirius scowled, wondering who Snape had caught, but his scowl quickly turned to shock when he heard a loud scream pierce the air.

No one else was outside, he knew this because it was too cold in many people's opinions, so the scream would go unheard by anyone but himself and Snape. It wasn't the sound that shocked him though, it was the person that made the sound. After casting his curse, Snape had moved to the side, giving Sirius a perfect view of his girlfriend, cut in various places and screaming in pain.

A growl escaped his throat, and before Snape knew what had hit him, Sirius tackled him from behind. The Slytherin tried to hide his shock at being caught, but he was too late to stop a small gasp of surprise from escaping. Sirius didn't care to take pleasure in the greasy-haired bat's surprise before he was punching the Slytherin repeatedly.

"You bastard!" Sirius growled. "I'll kill you! I'll bloody fucking kill you! How dare you hurt Hermione? How dare you!"

"Arg! Gerroff, Black!" Snape tried to yell, but his voice choked a a particularly hard punch landed in his stomach and he coughed up blood. He tried to fight the Gryffindor off, but Sirius, while not fat by any means, weighed a lot more than Severus did, and his attempts to move the Black were proving fruitless.

"I'll kill you, bastard!" Sirius snarled. He punched the hooked nose, smirking in pleasure when it came a sickening crack and Severus howled in pain. Another punch to the cheek would leave a wicked bruise, and yet another punch to the stomach had Severus coughing up more blood and even throwing up.

Normally, Sirius wouldn't be so brutal, not even to Snape, but he had hurt Hermione. No one, no one, hurt Hermione! Not when Sirius was around!

Growling angrily, he readied himself for another punch, not caring that the boy underneath him was struggling to breathe and could very well die if he didn't move soon. He stopped though, when Severus' wheezing voice spoke, barely intelligible due to the broken nose, but still relatively coherent.

"If...you...don't...save...your...Mudblood (he coughed some more), she'll...die!" Severus, despite his pain, managed to laugh again. It teetered off into another coughing fit, but at least he could breathe again. Sirius had left him the moment he finished his sentence and was carefully picking Hermione up and already carrying her to the hospital wing.

"Say a word of this to anybody..." Sirius told the coughing Slytherin.

Of course, he really didn't care if Snivellus tattled on him for beating him to a bloody pulp, but he just felt something needed to be said as he carried his girl away from the scene of the crime. He would let someone else find Snivellus, though he hoped no one did. Hermione was Sirius' only concern.

"I'm sorry, love," he whispered to the unconscious girl as he carried her into Hogwarts. "I should've protected you better. I love you."

There, he had said it, and it came out surprisingly easy. It was just too bad Hermione was unconscious. Sirius sighed and hung his head, hoping he would be able to tell her as easily again when she was awake. Then, he would do a much better job of protecting her! Even if she didn't return his feelings, he would make sure she stayed safe at all times. Nothing bad would ever happen to her again, not as long as Sirius was around.

"I love you," he whispered again, then looked up to make sure no one got in his way on the journey to the infirmary. Because he wasn't looking down, he didn't notice the slight jump in Hermione's breathing. Nor did he notice the small upward curve Hermione's lips had taken.

Sirius...Hermione thought, only half conscious but in no condition to talk. I love you too.

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