Chapter 2: Exploration, Death Eater's, and Unwanted Attention
A/N: Chapter Warnings - This chapter will include scenes of violence, sexual assault, non-con, bad language, and dark themes. Disturbing content ahead!
Hermione woke, like she had for the past week, feeling content and fully relaxed. She had spent most of her days in the library, looking at dark arts book. Well, that was until Snape had found out and went absolutely mental at her, telling her that she had absolutely no business dabbling in the dark arts, and that if he saw her reading another book on the subject, she would be banned from the library altogether.
But there was no one around now. The full moon was in a couple of days, so Lupin had left the safe house and Snape had gone back home to finish working on the wolfsbane potion. She had no clue where Sirius had gone but if she had learned anything about him in the past week, it was that he was a womaniser and loved his alcohol. Although he was still a wanted man for his prison escape, it had no impact on his social life and he often, recklessly, left the safe house in search of sleazy clubs to satisfy his needs.
"Arrogance and stupidity" Hermione said to herself whilst shaking her head.
Harry's hearing for using underage magic had been a couple of days ago, but Hermione didn't know much detail, only that Harry was cleared of all charges. Good, it was self-defence after all and if he hadn't of done it, who knows what could have happened to him and his cousin. Harry was still annoyed that he had been refused permission to stay at Grimmauld Place, even after everything that had happened with the Dementor attack. Instead, Dumbledore had just upped the amount of protection on Harry's aunt and uncle's home.
Oh well, at least Harry was safe for now and being in this house by herself meant that she had a bit of time to herself, and she could explore her surroundings. Her natural curiosity was getting the best of her and so, she went off to the second and third floors of the house.
She realised very quickly that most of the doors were locked, and she wondered what was on the other side. She would have to ask Sirius about that later. She then came across a final set of stairs hidden, almost out of sight, on the third floor, and she found that they led to the loft.
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Hermione entered the loft, and began looking around at some of the things that was up there. She knew she had to be careful, this was a wizarding house and she didn't know what to expect or what would happen if she were to touch something that she shouldn't.
She came across an ottoman, full of photos, and she began to look through them. She found many pictures of a young Sirius, Bellatrix, Narcissa and Regulus Black. She even came across what she thought were some baby photos of Draco Malfoy, the platinum blonde hair was almost a dead giveaway and she knew that she would make copies of these and use them for blackmail. She sniggered at the thought of showing Malfoy that she had nude baby photos
of him, the pure shock on his face would be hilarious. He would think twice about calling her mudblood then. She spent a short time looking around at some other items and heirlooms before leaving the loft altogether and heading back down the stairs towards the third floor.
She knew that there wasn't much else she could explore, because of the amount of doors that were locked, warded, and preventing her from entering. She had quickly become bored of her explorations and so, she went to the kitchen to fix some dinner.
"Filthy brat" was the remark that greeted her as she entered the kitchen. The 'charming' house elf that served in the Black family home was making her feel truly welcome in the Black family home.
Hermione just rolled her eyes and continued on her mission for food. After she had eaten, Hermione retreated back into the library and decided to read another muggle classic, she picked out Homer's 'Odyssey' and began reading.
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Whilst Hermione had spent the afternoon, and evening, reading in the library, Severus Snape had been having a much more eventful day. He had been summoned, just before midday, to the Malfoy Manor. When he entered, he came face to face with the death eaters and what looked like some new recruits. The Dark Lord himself was not present however, he was expected to make an appearance later to give the new death eaters their initiation tasks and explain their duties. Lunch was served to the death eaters and this was followed by entertainment, courtesy of the Dark Lord.
Severus tried to remain emotionless as muggle women, who had been drugged, were brought into the room and then stripped naked before the younger, and more lust driven, men had their way with the women. Snape tried to keep the contents of his stomach, he was lucky he had convinced everyone that he was asexual many years ago.
Severus may me strict and nasty at times, but he had meant what he said. He was not a monster. He wouldn't go out of his way to show anyone that he cared about the situation, or that he would help however, he would watch from afar and intervene when it was necessary, and as inconspicuously as he possibly could. He had no respect, or time, for men who took liberties with the fairer sex and was highly against rape and sexual torture.
He had grown up in a home where there was no love, no comfort, and the constant sound of his mother's screams whenever his father was near. He tried to protect and defend his mother where he could, but it would often end up with his father taking his anger out on the young Severus. Many times as a child, Severus would huddle up in the corner of his room, hoping that his father would just leave him alone for one night.
As Severus got older, and went to Hogwarts, he became stronger and less likely to take the beatings of his father. Whilst he was at Hogwarts, his mother had died and he knew she would have suffered a humiliating death at the hands of his father. Severus vowed revenge.
When he accepted the dark mark, his initiation task was to murder his father, it was too easy. He had only been sixteen at the time, but oh how he had felt so good watching his father beg him for mercy, and to spare his life. Severus remembered the satisfaction he felt as he watched the light leave his father's fearful eyes.
Coming back to the present, Severus noticed that the revel and entertainment seemed to have stopped and everyone was stood still, hardly daring to breathe. A moment later the Dark Lord entered.
"My faithful servants. It's good to be back. We have much to discuss, and much to do" he addressed the room.
Severus listened to his master and the plans for the upcoming months. He knew that it would be nothing major; the Dark Lord was still too weak from his recent transformation and knew that taking on too much, could be a setback rather than a way forward.
By the end of the meeting, all that had been accomplished was, the new recruits had been given their tasks and the Dark Lord had told his inner circle, which included Severus, Lucius Malfoy and a couple of others, that he was going to stage a mass outbreak at Azkaban in order to get some of his stronger followers out. Snape knew he wanted the Lestrange's, Dolohov, and Greyback back in his ranks. They would be useful to the Dark Lord, as he got stronger over the coming year.
As he was excused, and left the meeting, he became aware of his wand heating up and he cursed.
"For fuck sake Black, are you trying to get yourself killed?" Snape muttered to himself.
Black had left the safety of his home because he obviously had no control over his hormones and this narrowed down Snape's search of where he would find Black.
"Point me" Snape muttered. He began following his wand.
'This is going to be a taxing night' he thought to himself.
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Hermione yawned and realised that it was nearly ten o'clock, she had been reading for over six hours. She decided she would have a shower and then get into bed. She went up to her room and collected her towel, and her toiletries, and made her way into the shower. She undressed and stepped under the cool spray, enjoying the feeling of the summer heat and sweat washing away. She sighed in content, and washed her hair and body, before turning the shower off and reaching for her towel. As she was towel drying her hair, she realised she had left her pyjamas in her room.
'Oh well, I'm only going to my room' she thought to herself with a shrug and wrapped the towel around her body.
As she stepped out into the hallway, she was surprised at the sight before her.
Snape was stood at the top of the stairs, looking completely pissed off and had his hands around the throat of a very drunk Sirius, who was pinned against the wall and laughing.
"You need to get laid Snapey, and turn all of that anger and frustration into sex. I thought being a death eater meant that there was always some poor, innocent woman to prey off of" Sirius mocked.
"How dare you say such things? You have no idea, no idea, just what goes on at those meetings, and I will be damned if I take part in any of it! You mutt, are no better than them when it comes to respecting and treating women. Don't you ever let me hear you speak about such things in that way, ever again" Snape yelled so loudly that Hermione was sure the dead had woken.
Snape's breathing was deep, and fast, as if it was taking all he had to restrain himself from ripping Sirius' limbs apart, and it sounded as if Snape was growling.
Then his gaze shifted, he noticed that Hermione was standing in the middle of the hallway, and watching the scene unfolding. Snape regained some of that self-control he was famous for, and immediately let go of Sirius.
Because he was so pissed out of his skull, Sirius lost his balance and landed on his arse.
"Miss Granger, what did I say about curfew?" he said calmly.
"I-I was just in the sh-shower and I was just g-going to bed" Hermione stuttered. She couldn't hold his gaze anymore and found an interesting spot on the floor to stare at.
"Yes I can see that from your inappropriate attire, or lack off. I suggest you stop parading yourself like a 'common whore', and put something decent on" he chastised firmly.
She blushed as she remembered that she was stood in front of two grown men, in nothing but a towel to cover her modesty. She may be inexperienced on the matters of sex and such, but she wasn't naive or ignorant of the male sex.
"Looking good gorgeous" Sirius slurred from his place on the floor, looking up and down at Hermione's towel covered body with lust.
Hermione grimaced; she wasn't even of consensual age in the muggle world until September. She felt slightly creeped out by Sirius' drunken perverseness.
Snape also looked at the mutt in disgust and stalked towards Hermione. He then grabbed her by the arm and practically threw her through the threshold of her bedroom, before grabbing the door and slamming it shut behind him.
'How rude' Hermione thought at Snape's manhandling of her, as she got dressed in her pyjamas and got into bed.
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Meanwhile Snape had turned to Black and grabbed the man and practically dragged the man down the stairs and through him onto the nearest sofa he could find. Snape wanted the mutt as far away from him as possible, and not left passed out on the floor outside his and his female student's bedroom. Quite simply, Snape didn't trust the dog.
Snape eventually went back up towards the bathroom and quickly paused outside his student's room and heard her light snores. Satisfied that she had settled, Snape got his shower and headed to the library to research a topic that had cropped in tonight's death eater meeting. However, due to exhaustion, once he had settled into one of the library's comfortable chairs, he fell into a deep sleep.
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Meanwhile, in the living room, Sirius had started to come out of his drunken stupor, and his thoughts replayed how his evening had gone. He had gone to a backstreet type club in Soho. Sirius went there with the intention of getting completely drunk and finding a woman who would satisfy his needs.
Being stuck in a house alone, all the time, left you with little choice but to seek sexual gratification via your own hands, and mind. There was only so much that could do, and for so long, and masturbating was not like the real thing, not even close.
Sirius had managed to sneak out of his own home tonight, with no Snape or Remus to stop him; he could do whatever he wanted. However, after getting drunk, he had been unable to find a woman to fuck before Snape came along and pulled him back to his home. Snape had been looking for Black for over an hour, and eventually had resorted to using the 'point me' spell to track Black down.
Now here, Sirius was only slightly drunk, and unsatisfied on this Saturday night. He thought about how badly he needed to get laid, and could already feel his erection trying to break free from the confines of his underwear and slacks. He sat down on the sofa and undid his trousers, his hand immediately stroking his cock through his underwear; he did this for several moments before growling to himself in frustration and giving up. It was not enough!
His drunken mind then fled to the Granger girl, who had been stood in just a towel, and he wondered if that had been an invitation upon itself. He grinned, he would have her.
Sirius stood up, and stumbled up the stairs to the first floor, and made his way to her bedroom door. He opened the door and waltzed straight over to her bedside and took a look at the young witch, who was currently sleeping. He marvelled at her beauty, and he reached out to stroke the side of her cheek and basked in the feel of her silky, smooth, young skin. His cock was now throbbing and leaking pre-cum, his hand moved to give some relief from the pure ache of his manhood.
Hermione was slowly becoming aware of her surroundings as she began to wake up from her sleep. She immediately sensed that something was off, and that there was someone else in her room.
Her head moved until she came face to face with Sirius Black, who had a leering smile on his face. Hermione began to panic.
Sirius cast a locking and silencing charm on the room, and proceeded to mount the bed and press the length of his body against hers.
Hermione immediately screamed, but knew that no one would be able to hear her.
"Oh how I love a screamer, Hermione" Sirius slurred. Hermione could smell the alcohol on his breath. He began to let his hand drift under her pyjama top, and towards her breast. She knew what he was going to do, and she tried to fight him but the more she fought, the stronger Sirius became.
"Good Gods, please no!" She begged him, tears falling freely down her face, as she still struggled against the man.
Sirius just smiled at her and put his lips against her neck.
"Come on love, I will make sure you enjoy it" he whispered as he magically stripped her of all her clothes.
Hermione was now lying naked on her bed, with a brute of a man on top of her. No matter how much she struggled and tried to get him off her; she couldn't get him to budge.
After trying to hit him, one too many times, Sirius magically bound her arms and legs and immobilised her so she couldn't move. She screamed and cried, as she could feel Sirius' erection getting closer to her opening. She was praying for a miracle, anything that could possibly help her, or prove that she was in a bad dream and that she would wake up and none of this would have happened.
Sirius' patience snapped, and with one thrust into her, he tore through her virginity and was between her dry walls. She screamed, and everything blurred, she was in so much pain, she was seeing stars and trying to remain conscious. She knew she had lost, so Hermione just remained motionless and tried to retreat somewhere warm and happy in her mind, and hoped to leave the assault behind her.
Sirius gave her no time to prepare, or grow accustomed, to this new sensation and he just thrust into her over and over again as he could feel himself getting closer to the edge.
After three more large thrusts he was thrown over the edge, and came so hard he couldn't see straight. Exhausted, and finally satisfied, he pulled out of the underage witch and noticed for the first time the vast amount of blood that was now coming from in between the girl's legs.
Sirius immediately sobered up, and realised what he had just done. Fuck!, Shit!, Hell!, Albus would send him back to Azkaban for sure if he heard about what Sirius had done to the Gryffindor princess. Sirius was panicking and so, he did the only thing he thought to do at that point. He leaned in closer to the now terrified and traumatised witch, and hissed in her ear.
"You tell anyone, and I will make this look like a picnic in the park. You cause me any more trouble than you are worth, and I will hurt you. Am I clear?" He finished menacingly.
Hermione just nodded, still crying and in extreme pain. She was so scared, she didn't know what to do she just closed her eyes and wished it all away.
Sirius moved towards the door, and he cast a cleansing charm to remove the blood, and any evidence, he could have left behind. He cast a contraception charm on the girl, and he unbound the witch, whose body limply relaxed on the bed and he gave one last warning look as he made his leave.
"Remember what I said girl" he stated, and with that, he was gone.
Hermione lay there staring at nothing, thinking of nothing. She eventually rolled onto her side so she could bury her head into the pillow and sob so no one would hear her. She placed a hand between her thighs, where there was still a painfully intense throbbing.
As unconsciousness claimed her, she thought back to what professor Snape had said to her earlier in the hallway.
'Common whore indeed' she thought to herself as she closed her eyes.
