Yes! It's really an update!
So I got a full time job as a therapist assistant and co-facilitator of group therapy sessions. And I LOVE it! Finally got a "big girl" job doing what I went to school for! Then I moved shortly after, finally got my first apartment. So it's been a BIG, and AMAZING change. THEN I began writing applications to go back to school. So that was time consuming. And FINALLY I had writer's block.
So it's been a busy ride!
Then I had this random boost of inspiration while I was driving to work at the butt crack of dawn. And VOILA! Hope you enjoy!
Buffylovezsupercat: I'm so happy that people are able to experience the difference with the narrator being blind. I have done some research on what it's like to be newly blind and use that as reference. I want the reader to be just as stumbling, confused, and vulnerable as Hermione is.
Backwards by Kareful. Begin at /Note/
-o-o-o-
"She sacrificed herself for me! We have to go back and save her!" Harry furiously raged at the people standing around the dining room of Grimmauld place. His demand silenced the nervous chatter. The various members either looked determined or nauseated. There was no in between.
Mrs Weasley stepped forward with her hands balled into fists. "Hermione is more than a member of the order. She's family!"
Severus Snape stood in the hall to the dining room, listening to their nonsense proposals. Attacking Malfoy Manner would be a suicide mission. Didn't these fools realize that? The man closed his tense eyes and breathed slowly through his nose. He REALLY did not want to be here. He did not want to associate with any of these people. They were annoying and all their suspicious glares made his blood boil. If they only knew all that he'd done to protect their selfish lives.
"You'll never make it past the front hall," the lonely man said as he strode into the room. He was immediately attacked with hateful glares. Severus ignored their insolence. "You'll be swarmed by a nest of Death Eaters if not The Dark Lord himself."
"And we'll bloody kill them! We're not leaving Hermione there for another day," Ron roared.
Severus rolled his eyes at the little lion's attempt to be ferocious. "Look around you," he scolded, "There are fourteen of us in this room and only three exceptional wizards. That does not compare to a mansion of Death Eaters." His insult only fueled the fury on multiple faces.
"Is it not your purpose to prevent that from happening, Severus," Remus questioned.
That blasted werewolf would never leave him in peace. "I can only do so much," Severus replied tartly. "Creating a reason for the mansion to be empty when a coincidental attack happens would incriminate me credibility with the Dark Lord."
"Then what good are you anyway," Ron's nostrils flared at Severus. "Your credibility with us is absolute garbage after you murdered Dumbledore!"
"Ron," Professor Mcgonagall stepped in, "Although I do question the degree of Severus's loyalty, I have confirmed his reasoning. Albus informed me of his plan, as well as his impending death."
"How do we know he's not lying to us? He was with the Death Eaters the night we went to the Burrow. Or have you forgotten," Harry snapped back.
"I'm sorry, Harry. Could you repeat that," Fred asked
"I couldn't hear you from my LEFT EAR," George added.
"I've lied to protect you, Potter," Severus bit out with a scorching glare, "Or have you forgotten."
Harry made a step towards Severus, Ron stepped after him, determined to support his best friend. Fred and George bounced forward ready to casually inflict pain on another.
"Enough!" All boys stopped and stared at Kingsley Shacklebolt. "Professor Dumbledore put his trust in Severus and Mcgonagall. We've bickered about the details before. We must focus on how we are going to save Hermione."
"I do agree," Remus replied, "But we should be cautious of false information."
Severus would pour a boil-inducing potion into all of their drinks if he ever had the chance. These people would simply not see reason. "The young witch is a…" a sour taste filled the man's mouth, "talented girl. However, one life worth sacrificing the entire Order?"
"She saved my-"
"Yes!" Severus barked, "She sacrificed herself to save YOUR life. Do not make her sacrifice be in vain!"
Severus hated the way the boy's eyes glossed over with burning emotions. He would surely perish due to his sensitivities.
"So we'll gather more members," Mrs Weasley announced. "And we'll attack. We have to face them at some point. We can't leave our world in jeopardy."
"I have to kill him," Harry decided. His determination and solid confidence either caused others to admire him or fear for him. "If killing him sooner than later means saving Hermione, then I'll do it. He only has two Horcruxes left. If he survives he won't be living."
As the members discussed how they could rescue Hermione, Severus contemplated how he could placate the group to buy time. They were committed to a suicide mission and until he could determine a viable excuse for Hermione to be somewhat accessible, he would stall as long as possible.
"I will check on her," He interrupted the passionate conversation. "I will see that she is receiving food and proper shelter until we determine a plan. If she's not being taken care of, I will make it my personal duty to attend to her needs."
A handful of members reluctantly considered the possibility.
"If we're going to rescue her, we will need a thorough and well thought plan. There will be no impulsive suicide missions. I need time to organize the Death Eaters to be away from the mansion, and make sure I have a credible alibi when suspected."
"Why don't you just ditch those bloody roaches and join us openly if you're really loyal," Ron sneered.
His suicidal fury to rescue the girl annoyed Severus immensely. It blinded the boy even more than usual to common sense.
"If I am not assisting the Order by spying on the Dark Lord, then you cease to have any information on him. And Information is the difference between life and death."
"I regret to admit Severus has a point," Remus commented dryly. "Can you ensure her health?"
"I will do everything in my power to ease her captivity," Severus promised calmly, forcing all venom from his voice. He had no love for the girl, but he would not betray his loyalty to the order- to Dumbledore... to Lily... regardless of their impertinence.
-o-o-o-
Hermione sat in the steaming hot water, surrounded by a thick layer of vanilla bubbles. Her hair cascaded down her back in heavy locks as thin fingers brushed through it. The conditioner was silky, making her hair smooth from any knots. He lightly massaged her scalp as he cleaned her hair. Hermione hated the way she wanted to lean into his touch. Using every ounce of self control she could summon, Hermione remained as still as a statue despite his affectionate pampering.
Draco's hand rested on her forehead, shielding her eyes as warm water flowed onto her head and down her back. The way he was so careful to make sure the soap wouldn't enter her eyes set off red alarms in her head. She had suffered so much earlier, on the verge of vomiting as he forced her to swallow his cock. And now he was doing his best to prevent any injury? It didn't make sense! Hermione swallowed slowly and grimaced at the soreness of her throat. Would it be rude to ask for some tea to ease the pain? Was she allowed to ask for anything?
Once Draco seemed satisfied that her hair was thoroughly rinsed, the scrubby began moving in circles along her back. The soft texture of the scrubby erased any evidence of her earlier mess, removing the filth that had crusted onto her clammy skin. Hermione closed her eyes in concentration, she refused to acknowledge the man's gentle touches.
"Open your legs."
Despite the way her eyebrows knit in frustration and her fists clenched hidden under the bubbles, the slave complied and separated her tense legs. The soft sponge made its way down her torso, tickling her tummy and descending to her womanhood. His fingers combed her thick curls.
"Master…"
"Yes?"
Hermione bit her lip. Was she really going to ask this? That horrendous feeling of green slime was back, despite soaking in a bath of bubbles. Her throat strained as it attempted to swallow a lump. Hermione squeezed her eyes tightly, desperately trying to prevent the tears from falling. Mocking laughter echoed between her ears.
"Could I please… be trimmed…" She regretfully asked.
Hermione held her breath as Draco continued to clean her, moving on from her thick bush and rubbing circles into her thighs.
"I'm not sure," he teased lightly, "I've grown fond of your bushy brown curls."
Hermione whimpered and bit her lip harshly. The sharp taste of copper trickled onto her tongue as she willed herself not to cry.
"But I suppose if it bothers you that much," Draco conceded with a sigh.
"What-" Hermione gasped as she was lifted out of the tub, one hand around her back and the other under her knees. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. It was terrifying, being carried and not knowing where she was going. Her head twitched from side to side, offering no sense of direction. She could feel his thin shirt sticking to her as it absorbed water from her soaking body. Suddenly she was placed on a cold surface, sending shivers up her butt and into her spine. Hermione's hands shot out, one hand hitting a wall and the other trying to find grip on the glassy surface below her.
She yelped as Draco held her knees and turned her body towards him. Her butt slid on the smooth surface, Hermione guessed was a counter.
"Relax, kitten. This will be difficult if you're fidgeting and tense."
Anger. Fear. Humiliation. The variety of emotions battled inside her stomach, causing it to flip and wobble. A memory flashed through her head. She was a child at a carnival. After some boys had teased her about being a chicken, Hermione was determined to prove them wrong. She had stomped into the UFO and after it started spinning, she proceeded to turn herself upside down. Her current stomach distress was the same as in that moment.
Draco's soft hands rubbed up and down her legs, gently guiding them to fall over the counter at her knees. His tender touch spread her legs further apart, providing full access to her forest. Hermione felt heat rise to her face as fingers rubbed a soft cream into her curls, rubbing all the way to her hidden skin. Hermione's fingers clawed at the smooth counter as she struggled not to move. She was horribly embarrassed. To have to be shaved by someone else, be totally exposed and trusting of the other person not to cut her. It was excruciating. The urge to close her legs, kick him, and run was overwhelming. But Hermione remained where she was, mocking laughter assaulting her mind, disgusting shame oozing from her pores, and frustration building a fire inside.
"Don't move, Princess."
A cold tool touched just below her tummy and slowly moved across her skin. Hermione hissed as she felt the long hairs being cut away. Instinct guided her head down, eyes wide, watching the man's hands. What if he cut her? Would he cut her intentionally? Hermione had never seen Draco with facial hair or shaving cuts in all her years at Hogwarts, so he must be skilled with the razor. Despite the logical reassurance, Hermione's legs trembled ever so slightly.
His touch was cautious, the razor glided down her subtle mound with conscientious movements. His fingers gently held the long hairs before carefully removing them. It seemed to go on forever. Hermione couldn't hold her breath long enough for the ordeal to end. Draco spread her nether lips with the light touch of his fingers, guiding the razor dangerously close to her labia. Air hit the sensitive flesh of her exposed vagina, his hot breath blowing over her in a steady rhythm. Humiliation and loss of control slipped from her eye and slid down her red cheek.
"Almost done, kitten," Draco mumbled reassuringly, "you're doing a great job."
-o-o-o-
/Note/ Backwards by Kareful
-o-o-o-
She sniffled, hating the way his praise eased the tension that had taken hold on her muscles. Hermione felt her butt pucker as the cold blade touched too close to her anus. She drowned in an overwhelming tsunami of green goo at his low chuckle.
A cold cloth wiping her vagina shocked Hermione from her thoughts. She bit her lip to hold back a whine as he spread her lips and cleaned the soft red flesh. The damp cloth rubbed against her clitoris and Hermione's legs gave an involuntary shiver from the sensitivity of the little bud. If her Master noticed it, he didn't react, much to the woman's relief.
Fingers tenderly gripped her inner thighs. Soft flesh touched the bare space just above her clit.
"All done, kitten," Draco murmured into her flesh. His soft lips trailed kisses over her smooth mound and onto her inner thighs.
Hermione shivered. Her eyes grew wide in disbelief.
"M-master-"
The thick, wet flesh of his tongue slid over her pearl, causing her eyelids to flutter.
"Wait," Hermione whispered.
Draco's tongue languidly circled the little ball of flesh. "Sshhh. Let me reward you."
Hermione's eyes scrunched shut as her hands jumped into his hair. Draco's tongue swirled around slowly, sensually, teasing and tormenting her. His fingers held her lips open, her pearl at his mercy. Hermione whined in a pathetic attempt at protest. Did she want this? His tongue was working a forbidden type of magic over her. A blissful, soft pink wisp swam into her pearl like it was an open doorway. The wisp swam up into her stomach, floating in disorganized circles before expanding and drifting through her limbs. The fog floated up into her head and dimmed her sense of conscious thought. Draco's tongue slid down her thin red entrance, licking at the small drop of juice.
"Already wet. What a cute kitten," her Master cooed.
Hermione's eyelids fluttered as her mind grasped for proper thoughts. His tongue was incredible. The way he focused on her pleasure. A soft whine whispered from her lips.
"Do you want more, Kitten?"
She turned her head away, leaning back into a cold glass surface. The fog sparkled with pleasure behind her eyes. Did she want more? It felt so good. She enjoyed his touch.
"I… don't know," she mouthed, barely a whisper in response.
Hermione felt a finger gently push her little nub side to side.
"If you want me to touch you Princess, you need to ask for it. I want you to want me."
Hermione's torso seemed to hiccup involuntarily as the pressure of his thumb sent sparks shooting through her.
Hermione tried to grasp for clear thoughts but the fog was too dense. She did want him. She wanted him to want her. Hermione wanted him to hold her. To talk to her. To be proud of her. To care for her. To touch her. She wanted to be wanted by this man, her savior. A soft thought formed deep in the fog, reminding her of how he'd been mistreating her. But the hurt he caused was nothing compared to the endless silence of the dungeons. Hermione's body jolted as the nerve endings were rubbed teasingly.
"Master," Hermione gasped, a droplet of thought residing at the corner of her eyes. "I want you."
She groaned as multiple fingers entered her as Draco's tongue resumed it's tantalizing licks on her pearl. His fingers moved in and out, coated in a slick liquid. Hermione's head fell back and her fingers gripped onto her owner's hair.
Draco moved his fingers around inside her, curling in various directions. Hermione whined when he rubbed against the top inside.
"Ooooh," he praised, "Right there, Kitten?"
Her bottom lip quivered as Hermione whimpered in agreement. Her legs flexed and bounced against his shoulder blades as Draco's tongue furiously licked her sensitive nub and his fingers rubbed against the inner ball of flesh.
Fireworks shot up and into her stomach. Her legs shivered as he continued. Merlin, it felt so good. Hermione felt like her soul was being pulled into the sky by an invisible hand. Her breath came out in fast paced gasps.
Draco's tongue slowed and moved in circles but his fingers increased in speed.
"MaaaAAAHHhhhh," Hermione moaned out as her body was overcome by pleasure. The woman's soul had officially left her body and floated on cloud nine. High above all the worries, sadness, and evils of the world. Only pleasure and a sensual tranquility greeted her this high up.
But the sensation didn't stay. Hermione's soul delicately drifted like a feather, slowly gliding to the world below.
The soothing fog slowly cleared from her mind, finally revealing coherent thoughts. Hermione bit her lip and squeezed her eyes as if that would stop a tear from sneaking out. She hiccuped lightly as more tears fell. Was she safe? Did she feel safe with him? Was she in danger? Did he value her and simply put on a show for the death eaters? Or was he kind only to gain her trust and manipulate her?
Strong arms wrapped around the vulnerable woman and picked her up from the counter. Self hatred bubbled in her gut as she desperately wrapped her arms around the man. Her sobs were messy and loud, coming out with choked whines and a running nose. With every heaving wail her body gave a light tremble. The powerless pet hated how she tightly gripped onto him as she was carried through the room.
Hermione ground her teeth in frustration as her thoughts raged on. Why did she cling to this horrid man!? Her biggest tormentor! Hermione damned her feeble psyche. She didn't need the fragile, little, lonely girl from her childhood. She needed the fiercely confident strength of a Gryffindor woman!
"Sshhh," her Master whispered as he sat down, "I've got you."
Hermione choked out another sob, accepting that she was indeed a weak girl. The self loathing she felt as she curled herself into Draco's lap was suffocating. Hermione just wanted to be held in safety. And here was Draco, rocking her lightly and rubbing her back as she hysterical sobbed into him.
Hermione gasped for air as realization slammed into her like a charging rhino. She was finding comfort in him. She was craving his company. She wanted his approval.
Oh, Merlin.
"Things are never going to be the same, are they," the frightened girl whispered to her captor.
His hand stopped.
"What do you mean, kitten?" Draco asked softly.
"Me," Hermione replied as if it was the simplest answer ever.
Hermione stared into nothingness as hands rubbed her arms and back. Silent tears fell from her wide eyes, dripping off her chin and sliding down her neck. Everything was blank. There was no sadness, no anger, no fear.
Silence enveloped her mind once again.
-o-o-o-
The pet leaned her head into his soft caress.
"You were a good girl today," Draco praised
Hermione took a shuddering inhale and slowly released it through her nose. His expertly manipulative words cuddled the deepest parts of her mind. She sat on her legs folded under her, her back straight as a board, and her hands in her lap. Today Draco had been different. He hadn't pampered her, but he had been gentle with his commands. He talked with her while they ate breakfast. He played records for her while he worked at his desk. His domineering side was absent, as if it never existed.
Hermione tried not to think about the events of yesterday.
With a soft smile, Hermione replied, "Thank you, Master."
"You're welcome."
Butterflies danced in her tummy at his dominant and tender tone.
"I have a meeting to go to. I shouldn't be too long," Draco explained as he walked away from Hermione.
"Will you be safe, Master," She questioned, remaining in her seated position. Her head followed the sounds of his clothes as he walked around the room, gathering himself together.
"Yes," he replied confidently, "I can promise you that."
Relief flooded Hermione's shoulders and she released a breath she'd been holding. It must not be related to the war.
"May I listen to music while you're gone?"
Hermione heard him before she felt him kneel down and place his hand atop her head. "Not this time, Kitten," His voice permeated through the silence. "You should try to nap. You didn't sleep well last night."
Flashes appeared behind Hermione's eyes. Her butt was in an incredible amount of pain. Both cheeks felt as if they were on fire and the cool temperature of the room stung. She could feel tiny streams of warm liquid snaking along her hamstrings and twisting down her legs. It felt as though a large slugs were in her throat due to all the swelling. The gross crust of dried tears and saliva on her face agitated her. "Good slave," his voice haunted the deepest corners of her mind.
"You may nap in my bed," Draco said pleasantly.
Hermione's body gave a little jump as his words pulled her from her nightmares.
"I can?..."
"Yes, come kitten," Draco gently guided her to her feet.
Hermione tried not to stumble as she approached the bed. Her hands fell on the thick blankets and stroked the velvet texture. She scrunched her hand and pushed down. The mattress gave in like a cloud and floated back up into form.
"Get on," Draco purred into her ear.
Her breath hitched as she climbed up onto the mattress. Blankets hugged her bare skin as she crawled to the head of the bed, guided by Draco's steady hand. She heard him moving the blankets to the side.
"Lay down."
With great hesitation, the small woman scooched herself down and stretched out her legs. She grasped onto the pillow and hugged it tightly under her head. Silk smothered her body in a thousand butterfly kisses as Draco covered her with the layers of warmth.
Hermione's eye flew wide open as soft lips touched her forehead. "Rest, Kitten," Draco whispered. Unseeing eyes followed his steps as he left the room.
-o-o-o-
Severus looked down at his godson. The boy looked confident and determined, yet Severus could easily see the distress hidden just below the surface. And if he could see it, then surely The Dark Lord would.
"How have you been, Draco?"
"Fine, Uncle Severus."
The Headmaster could have snorted at the obvious lie.
"And how are your studies?"
"I haven't fallen behind," the boy replied in a monotone.
Severus stared into his nephew's eyes. They hadn't spoken in months, since the last time the man had given Draco a curriculum to teach himself what he was missing at Hogwarts. There was no reason that Draco couldn't be attending the school right now, however he had chosen to stay home under the guise of guarding the Dark Lord. So many events had happened since their last conversation, Severus wasn't certain how to broach the subjects with the boy.
"Has the mudblood provided information on the boy," he questioned.
"Yes, she has," Draco replied.
"Clearly she doesn't know where Potter is after all this time. What is the reason for keeping her alive?"
Severus's eyes narrowed at Draco's one-tenth of a second. "She is my entertainment."
"And what does that entail," he inquired.
"She is my slave."
Severus mentally sighed in relief at his nephew's conviction. That would satisfy the Dark Lord.
"Have you taken her from the dungeons?
"She stays in my room. It is convenient," Draco replied as if it was a simple fact.
"May I see her," Severus asked, yet the boy would know it wasn't a question.
"Yes," Draco replied, turning away from Severus, "This way."
They walked in silence, Draco a few paces ahead of him. Various possibilities of what was occurring ran through Severus's mind, none of them pleasant. They arrived outside his door and strode into the room. His nephew's voice roared at the sleeping woman.
The spy couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't believe his nephew was capable of something like this. Had the Dark Lord influenced him so? Or had this been a long time developing?
Severus realized the boy did not have a bright upbringing, however this was not the outcome he had thought possible.
He stepped up to the frail woman, scrutinizing the condition of her. Granger's spine stood up from her curved back as she bowed. She was shockingly thin, Severus could wrap his entire hand around her arm as he pulled her to her feet. His former student was incredibly pale, giving her a slight ghostly appearance. Severus quickly took notice of the handprints on her wrists and the blue and yellow bruises healing on her bottom. The simple detail that her hair wasn't a disaster was not left unnoticed by the Professor. He stopped in front of her and glanced down. She was shaven.
Draco is raping her her, Severus concluded.
His eyes locked with the woman's.
-o-o-o-
"Mudblood," Draco snapped, "Get OFF my bed."
Hermione tripped and fell to the floor as she jumped out of his bed, the covers catching her feet. Her knees slammed against the hard wooden floor and she winced in pain.
"I'll punish her for that later," Draco commented sternly.
Uncontrollable shivers raked her body. Hermione swallowed a lump in her throat and got into the Worship position. Whenever he was with someone else, this was the pose he told her to perform. Knees on the floor, tops of her feet flat, her spine stretched as far as possible while keeping her butt on her legs, her hands palm down above her head, her nose and forehead touching the floor.
There was no response. The foreboding feeling doubled by the silence of the unknown. Unfamiliar steps came towards her. For a split second Hermione baffled at how she knew the difference between the sound of Draco's steps and someone else's.
A cold hand gripped her bicep and pulled her to her feet. Hermione shook as she instinctively tried to turn away from the person. But she stopped herself before she got too far. No. She couldn't do that. Draco would surely punish her for that. Biting her lip, the frightful woman stood at attention in her Presenting Pose. She held her hands at the small of her back, making sure to pull her shoulders down and back, consequently pushing her breasts out. Despite Hermione's perfect form, she couldn't stop the light shaking in her arms and tummy.
"She's thin," a nasally voice commented.
Bile shot up her esophagus and tickled the back of her throat. Her knees wobbled and her whole body shuddered.
Professor Snape.
"When do you feed her," Snape questioned dryly. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and struggled to remain still as he lifted up her hair and circled her body slowly. She felt his eyes roaming her body, crawling along her exposed skin like a spider.
"Once a day."
She didn't react to his lie. Hermione knew that her only chance of mercy was doing exactly what Draco had trained her to do. She wouldn't disappoint him.
The hand released her hair as the older man stopped beside her. "That's not nearly enough."
Tension released in Hermione's eyes.
"Where are you keeping her?"
Draco's hesitant voice stopped her from continuing her analysis.
"On the floor."
Snape snorted and walked away from her. Hermione couldn't help the relief that relaxed her shoulders. It was short lived though. Once again she could feel eyes studying her closely. She wanted to shy away from the intensity.
"She is blind."
A gasp broke through Hermione's lips and she bit her lower lip in fear.
"How did you know," Draco questioned in astonishment.
"Her pupils are milky, Draco. It is obvious," Snape snapped.
Draco didn't reply.
"You must take better care of her, Draco," Snape scolded the young Malfoy. Hermione considered the probability of her experiencing auditory hallucinations. "Feed her more. Give her some sort of bed. And for Merlin's sake Draco, give her some clothes. We are not uncivilized as the Dark Lord."
A racing mind crashed into a concrete brick wall. Hermione's brain could not process the statements she was hearing. It simply did not make sense.
"Answer me," Snape snapped.
"Yes, Sir," Draco mumbled.
"I trust that the next time I visit this little pet of your's, " Snape reprimanded with disdain, "She will be healthy."
"Yes, Sir," Draco repeated.
Hermione heard Snape walk from the room and close the door abruptly. It didn't make any sense! Snape had killed Dumbledore! Snape was a Death Eater! Why would he be concerned with her state of health?
They stood in silence. Draco, unknown. Hermione, unsure. What happened now? What was she supposed to do? Should she say anything? Was anything different?
"Kitten," Draco addressed her.
"Yes… Master," Hermione questioned meekly.
"Come here."
The woman took tentative steps forward. A cold hand caressed the side of her face, his thumb rubbing her temple.
"Are you happy here?"
The question took her by surprise. What did that even mean? Was she happy here… Of course not! She was a prisoner! But… She was safe. Draco wouldn't let anyone else touch her. He fed her. He held her. He bathed her. Cared for her. Calmed her anxiety. Gave her music. It could be worse. So much worse. Hermione thought of the eternal silence that had antagonized her. She shivered at thoughts of the freezing stone floor. Compared to that cell… Being with Draco was a blessing.
"Yes," Hermione mumbled. Strong arms wrapped around her and she fell into his chest. She held onto her savior with everything she had. Intrusive thoughts of his spankings invaded her mind. She sunk into the warmth of his body. Mortification at being forced to suck Draco in front of his friends made her nauseous. One hand rubbed her back in soft circles, another cradled her head into his shoulder. His cruel words echoed in her head.
"I'm going to make it up to you kitten," Draco promised in her ear.
-o-o-o-
Sooooo we're going off canon story line a little hard right here. I always wondered what would have happened if the Order knew Dumbledore had asked to be killed and Snape continued to be a double agent. Hope you're interested!
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