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Hermione swallowed nervously as she looked at the ropes tied around her wrists. She closed her eyes and tried to block out what was happening. She was terrified, completely, and utterly terrified. Oh god no! Please don't.
"I'll give you one more chance, little girl. Where is Potter hiding?" Snape spat at her. He stared down at the witch with a dark scowl on his face. Why did you have to get caught?
She shook her head defiantly at him. "You will never find him! He is safe far away from you." Harry please be safe. Don't try to find me. Keep doing whatever it takes to end this war, she thought to herself.
"We will see soon enough." He took out his wand from his robes and pointed it at her body. He flicked his wand casting a nonverbal spell. Her nice warm jumper disappeared from her body and so did her bra. Snape licked his lips as her delectable body was now in view. "You have a beautiful body," he taunted.
The fear she felt intensified by his words. She started to panic realizing there was no way out of this. This wasn't a bluff or a ploy to get her to admit the truth. He was going to rape her. She started to fight the ropes tied around her wrists, but the more she pulled on them the more they burned into her skin. She ignored the ropes cutting into her skin and continued to tug on them with all her might. It started to burn the more she pulled on the ropes. "Let me go!" she screamed.
"You can keep trying, but it won't work. The ropes are unbreakable." He stared down at her as she fruitlessly fought the ropes tied around her. As she continued to fight them her breasts jiggled in response. Even though her body was appetizing to look at, his body was not reacting to it. In fact, it was doing quite the opposite. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to make her a victim in the war, but wasn't he too a victim? Didn't he go through so much and had to suffer it alone? At least she will have friends who will help her through this. He would have no one to help him. "Are you ready now to tell me where Potter is? How about Mr. Weasley?"
Tears kept falling down Hermione's face as she continued to struggle on the bed. She whimpered as the ropes started to leave marks in her arms and legs. "I will not," she whispered. The bravery she once felt was gone and she just wanted this to end.
He rolled his eyes and with a quick flick of the wand all her clothes were gone leaving her bare. He took a quick look at her naked form, and he walked away from the bed and into his bathroom. He closed the door and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He grimaced at the sight. His face was gaunt and pale. There was very little life left in his black and soulless eyes. There were dark circles under them, and his teeth were still yellow after years of being neglected. He splashed cool water on his face. He was trying to prepare himself for what he was about to do but he was finding it quite difficult. He opened his medicine cabinet and took out a purple potion. The potion was meant to help with what he had to do to her. It didn't matter if his mind didn't want to do it. At least his body will be. He closed his eyes and downed the potion in one gulp. He gagged at the taste of it, but it did the trick. His soft penis turned hard.
Hermione laid there trying to calm herself. She didn't need to have another panic attack and faint, especially now. Her eyes caught Snape leaving the bathroom and instantly she started to beg. "Please don't do this. Please? Can't we pretend it happen? Can't you make false memories and show them to him? Please sir I'm just a child. I don't want to do this."
The word child repulsed him, but he had to go through with this. There was no turning back. She shouldn't have been so foolish. His eyes met her pleading ones, and he slowly shook his head no. His hands slowly inched to the front of his black wizard robes. As much as this tortured her, he needed to start off slowly. He needed time to clear his mind and prepare himself. When he was down to just his shirt and pants, he decided then and there that he was going to keep the rest of his clothes on. He had so many scars on his chest, stomach, and back that he did not feel comfortable sharing with anyone. He unzipped his fly and approached the bed. He pressed his wand tip to her belly making her jerk. "Hold still you stupid girl," he hissed at her impatiently. He quickly said the incantation of the contraception charm. He set his wand down on the bedside table and slowly climbed over her shaking body.
She stayed silent this whole time until he hovered over her. Tears streamed down her face, and she began to fight the ropes again for the second time this evening. "Please let me go. Don't do this to me," she pleaded for the last time hoping he would find it within himself to not go through with it. "I promise I won't say anything if you just let me go."
"You know I can't do that," he answered solemnly. He felt anger flare up inside of him. He was starting to hate how much he felt sorry for her. "Don't be stupid Hermione. This has to happen," he demanded. He took out his cock and angled himself toward her opening. He wished at this moment he could have provided a potion to aid in the pain that was to come, but to make this more real he couldn't. The Dark Lord would see she wasn't responding the way she should be, plus she would start to ask questions that he wasn't able to answer. He closed his eyes tight not wanting to see her face when he entered her. He pushed himself into her entrance and felt her instantly jerk from the pain. The head of his penis hit her barrier. He pushed hard through her barrier and reached the end of her center.
Hermione felt his length stretch her inexperienced walls. God, it hurt. Tears instantly sprang into her eyes, and she started to sob. She cried because of the pain, she cried because of her lost virginity, and she cried because she knew this would not be the last time he would do this to her.
He heard her start to sob underneath him and he tried to block it out. He kept his eyes closed not wanting to see her tears. If he did see her cry, that would be the end of this, and he had to keep going for the Dark Lord's sick pleasure. He pulled out and thrusted back in. He continued to thrust into her at a hurried pace wanting this to end. He didn't want to drag it out longer then what it needed to be.
The more he thrusted into her the more it hurt. She tried to stay calm not wanting to make it worse. She closed her eyes not wanting to see him thrust into her anymore. She tried to think of Harry being safe and sound in his tent to ease the pain of what was happening to her. It's for the greater good.
He continued to thrust into her going even faster now. He cracked opened his eyes and looked down at her lovely breast. He leaned down and sucked on her rosy, pink nipple forgetting himself for a slight moment. That did the trick though. Instantly he felt himself come inside of her body. He quickly pulled himself out of her and off of her body. He stood up from the bed and nearly gagged at the sight of blood that was on his deflating penis. He grabbed his wand and scourgified himself. He scourgified Hermione as well. He also got rid of the ropes that were tied around her wrists and ankles. He took one last look of her, grabbed his wizard robes, and left the room, locking the door behind him.
Now that her arms and legs were free from the ropes, she took a good look at them. Angry red marks were burned into her skin from all the pulling she did but that was nothing compared to the pain she felt down below. She wrapped her arms around her legs and pulled herself into a ball. She rocked back and forth and started to sob outright. Her courage was dwindling. She didn't know how long she can put herself through this before she was forced to spill the details. Was this the worst thing that can happen to her? Would there be more later? Would she ever be free? She continued to rock and cry trying to provide herself comfort.
Meanwhile, Snape felt mortified for what he was forced to just do. He felt his stomach lurch and he quickly ran down the rest of the hallway he was in. He entered the second bedroom and ran into the attached bathroom. He fell to his knees in front of the toilet and vomited. He dry heaved a couple of times trying to get the taste out of his mouth and the image of Hermione's naked form out of his head. He stood up from the floor on shaky legs and flushed the toilet in disgust. He grabbed his toothbrush and thoroughly cleaned the taste of vomit out of his mouth. He still felt dirty even after scourgifying himself. He stripped off the rest of his clothing and got into the shower. He turned on the water to the highest setting and began to clean himself thoroughly. As he stood in the shower scrubbing himself a sad thought came to his mind. This was just one of many that he was going to have to do to her. He hoped for her sake that her Gryffindor courage was strong enough to overcome this.
Once he was finished with his long and hot shower, Snape put back on his clothes and left his quarters. He quietly returned to Hermione only to find her passed out on the bed. He slowly approached her and wordlessly casted a spell to have her clothes put back on her naked body. Once the spell was finished, he threw a warm blanket over her body and left the room leaving the witch to sleep. He left his quarters completely and returned to the headmaster's quarters. He checked the time and realized that dinner was about to start in the Great Hall. He cursed and quickly retreated from his office and began the long trek to the Great Hall. As he walked down the hallways, he twisted his face into a dark deep scowl daring anyone to approach him. The students knew better than to act up now that he was in charge. He entered the Great Hall and took a seat at his rightful place at the Head Table. He greeted Amycus and Alecto with a quiet nod and watched darkly as the students began to flood into the Great Hall.
The students walked in with their heads held down. What little warmth the school had was now gone with Snape at the helm. There was no more laughter, no more pleasure, and surely no more silly wand waving to be had. The students took their rightful place and began to eat. Not a word was said as the students ate. What used to be a warm and welcoming environment now was dark and scary.