In The Shadows
Chapter Eleven
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Disclaimer: see chapter one.
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I am back in school, so I can't update as often. I'm sorry, but I'll try to be super loyal to my wonderful readers!
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Hermione had a great time teaching the Hufflepuff class. She had been so nervous about it, she totally forgot everything else going on. The students were attentive and smart. *Maybe *I* could teach at Hogwart's someday.* Hermione thought. *Professor Granger. Hmmm...that sounds very nice.*
When Hermione entered Snape's chambers, she once again saw Severus sitting with Sam. They both looked up when she entered. She smiled at them.
"Hello, sirs." She said politely and turning to her teacher. "I'll just be in my room."
Snape nodded and Hermione entered the room she had come to know as her own. It too had a personal touch to it now; pictures on the chest of drawers, thick spell books stacked neatly on the desk and various robes in the closet.
Hermione dumped her books on her bed and put her wand on a bedside table. On her pillow, she saw a bit of parchment. Picking it up, she read it.
Beautiful Hermione,
Why are you so scared of me? Do you not love me as I love you? Surely you do. If you would love me like I ask of you, there would be no reason for you to fear, my darling.
--A Secret Admirer
Hermione held back a scream. Slowly, she walked to her door and opened it.
"P-Professor?"
The Potions Master looked up with concern at his student. She backed into her room.
"Well, I'll just be off then, shall I?" Said Sam. He sensed that the two had something serious to talk about.
Severus nodded and followed Hermione into her room.
Hermione waited until she heard Sam leave before she thrust the note into the professors arms and collapsed onto the bed in a mess of tears.
Severus read the note and his eyes widened. Another one? He asked Hermione where she had found it; she pointed to her pile of pillows. But, Merlin's beard, how could it have gotten there?
The Headmaster was out. An urgent letter from the Ministry had arrived, this he knew. He would have to wait until tomorrow morning to tell Dumbledore.
He looked at Hermione. "Miss Granger, it will not be until tomorrow that we can talk to the Headmaster. I suggest you get some sleep." He said to her. "Would you like a dreamless sleep potion?"
Hermione looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy. She nodded dumbly.
Snape left her room and went to his. He did not hear someone entering his quarters.
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Hermione looked at the figure silhouetted in her bedroom door. *That was quick.* she thought. She held out her hand for the vial of potion when the person dropped their hood.
It wasn't Severus.
Hermione snatched her hand back. "Sam?"
The man grinned, but it wasn't Sam's warm smile.
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Severus was busy rummaging through his potions cabinet. "Where is that blasted vial?" He usually had ample stores of dreamless sleep potion, why was it that he could not find it now?
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"Sam? The professor is in his room." Hermione said weakly. "He's not here."
He smiled devilishly. "I know...beautiful Hermione."
Hermione's eyes widened in fear and she gasped. She reached to the bedside table for her wand, but she was too late.
"Accio wand!" Sam said.
Hermione trembled. "Please, Sam." She whispered. "Please don't."
"Just love my, Hermione." Sam said. "And everything will be alright."
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"Here it is!" Snape exclaimed grasping a bright clear blue vial. He put everything back in order, closed his cabinets and left his room.
Once in the sitting room, he heard movement in Hermione's room. "Miss Granger?"
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Hermione's limbs were tied to her bed posts. And she was naked.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to scream so bad. But once again, her voice had been taken. She wanted to be knocked out. But Sam had said he wanted her to enjoy him.
"Miss Granger?" She heard Snape's voice from the sitting room.
She tried to make noise, knowing the effort would be fruitless, but she still tried.
Sam fumbled with his pants and pulled himself out.
Severus walked into the room and froze. A look of shock and horror passed through his face before he moved.
"SAMUEL!" He shouted.
Sam turned around. He looked Severus in they eye and disappeared. When he did, the ropes left and Hermione's voice returned. A loud scream escaped from her lips and she passed out.
Severus dressed Hermione in her pajamas and tucked her into her bed. He walked into the sitting room and told Minerva via floo powder to inform him as soon as Dumbledore returned.
Severus walked back into Hermione's room. He set the fireplace ablaze and sat in a chair by Hermione's bed.
He sat in that chair all night.
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Hermione awoke the following morning. She looked around her room. When had she gotten to bed? She was dressed in her pajamas. When had this happened?
Severus walked in holing a cup of tea. "Good," he said. "You're awake." He handed her the cup, from which she sipped gratefully.
Looking down at her wrists, Hermione saw red marks from rope burn. She felt a pain on the side of her face which she was sure was a bruise.
The both heard someone enter the sitting room. Hermione was praying desperately that it would not be Sam.
"Hello?" Came a cheerful voice. "Sev? Hermione?"
Hermione was wrong. She froze at the sound of his voice and dropped her cup. With a loud clatter, it fell to the floor and it shattered into hundreds of pieces.
Severus looked from Hermione to the cup (or what was left of it) to the door. With a wave of his wand, Snape cleaned up the mess. He walked into his sitting room.
"Get out." Snape said in a quiet whisper, his voice full of hate.
Sam looked at his friend in shock. "Why, Sev!" He exclaimed. "That is certainly no way to greet a friend."
"You are very right, Samuel." Snape said quietly. "But, if you were any friend of mine, you would not have attacked that girl!" Snape's voice started out as a whisper but slowly rose to a loud thunder.
"But, Sev! I have no idea what you're talking about." Sam said in confusion.
Severus looked at Sam for a long, quiet moment. "Wait here," he said finally.
He went into Hermione's room and told her to dress. The he went to his bedroom and retrieved a small crystal vial from his potion stores.
Snape went back to the sitting room. He informed Dumbledore via floo powder that he was coming for a talk.
Severus knocked on Hermione's door and cracked it open.
"Come in," Hermione said. She had just dressed and was now picking a robe to put on over her uniform.
"Let's go," He said.
"But where--" Hermione began.
"To speak with the Headmaster." Severus interrupted.
The three left Snape's quarters. As they passed the potions classroom, Severus posted a note saying that classes were canceled for the day.
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Chapter Eleven
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Disclaimer: see chapter one.
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I am back in school, so I can't update as often. I'm sorry, but I'll try to be super loyal to my wonderful readers!
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Hermione had a great time teaching the Hufflepuff class. She had been so nervous about it, she totally forgot everything else going on. The students were attentive and smart. *Maybe *I* could teach at Hogwart's someday.* Hermione thought. *Professor Granger. Hmmm...that sounds very nice.*
When Hermione entered Snape's chambers, she once again saw Severus sitting with Sam. They both looked up when she entered. She smiled at them.
"Hello, sirs." She said politely and turning to her teacher. "I'll just be in my room."
Snape nodded and Hermione entered the room she had come to know as her own. It too had a personal touch to it now; pictures on the chest of drawers, thick spell books stacked neatly on the desk and various robes in the closet.
Hermione dumped her books on her bed and put her wand on a bedside table. On her pillow, she saw a bit of parchment. Picking it up, she read it.
Beautiful Hermione,
Why are you so scared of me? Do you not love me as I love you? Surely you do. If you would love me like I ask of you, there would be no reason for you to fear, my darling.
--A Secret Admirer
Hermione held back a scream. Slowly, she walked to her door and opened it.
"P-Professor?"
The Potions Master looked up with concern at his student. She backed into her room.
"Well, I'll just be off then, shall I?" Said Sam. He sensed that the two had something serious to talk about.
Severus nodded and followed Hermione into her room.
Hermione waited until she heard Sam leave before she thrust the note into the professors arms and collapsed onto the bed in a mess of tears.
Severus read the note and his eyes widened. Another one? He asked Hermione where she had found it; she pointed to her pile of pillows. But, Merlin's beard, how could it have gotten there?
The Headmaster was out. An urgent letter from the Ministry had arrived, this he knew. He would have to wait until tomorrow morning to tell Dumbledore.
He looked at Hermione. "Miss Granger, it will not be until tomorrow that we can talk to the Headmaster. I suggest you get some sleep." He said to her. "Would you like a dreamless sleep potion?"
Hermione looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy. She nodded dumbly.
Snape left her room and went to his. He did not hear someone entering his quarters.
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Hermione looked at the figure silhouetted in her bedroom door. *That was quick.* she thought. She held out her hand for the vial of potion when the person dropped their hood.
It wasn't Severus.
Hermione snatched her hand back. "Sam?"
The man grinned, but it wasn't Sam's warm smile.
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Severus was busy rummaging through his potions cabinet. "Where is that blasted vial?" He usually had ample stores of dreamless sleep potion, why was it that he could not find it now?
~~~~~~~~~~
"Sam? The professor is in his room." Hermione said weakly. "He's not here."
He smiled devilishly. "I know...beautiful Hermione."
Hermione's eyes widened in fear and she gasped. She reached to the bedside table for her wand, but she was too late.
"Accio wand!" Sam said.
Hermione trembled. "Please, Sam." She whispered. "Please don't."
"Just love my, Hermione." Sam said. "And everything will be alright."
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"Here it is!" Snape exclaimed grasping a bright clear blue vial. He put everything back in order, closed his cabinets and left his room.
Once in the sitting room, he heard movement in Hermione's room. "Miss Granger?"
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Hermione's limbs were tied to her bed posts. And she was naked.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to scream so bad. But once again, her voice had been taken. She wanted to be knocked out. But Sam had said he wanted her to enjoy him.
"Miss Granger?" She heard Snape's voice from the sitting room.
She tried to make noise, knowing the effort would be fruitless, but she still tried.
Sam fumbled with his pants and pulled himself out.
Severus walked into the room and froze. A look of shock and horror passed through his face before he moved.
"SAMUEL!" He shouted.
Sam turned around. He looked Severus in they eye and disappeared. When he did, the ropes left and Hermione's voice returned. A loud scream escaped from her lips and she passed out.
Severus dressed Hermione in her pajamas and tucked her into her bed. He walked into the sitting room and told Minerva via floo powder to inform him as soon as Dumbledore returned.
Severus walked back into Hermione's room. He set the fireplace ablaze and sat in a chair by Hermione's bed.
He sat in that chair all night.
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Hermione awoke the following morning. She looked around her room. When had she gotten to bed? She was dressed in her pajamas. When had this happened?
Severus walked in holing a cup of tea. "Good," he said. "You're awake." He handed her the cup, from which she sipped gratefully.
Looking down at her wrists, Hermione saw red marks from rope burn. She felt a pain on the side of her face which she was sure was a bruise.
The both heard someone enter the sitting room. Hermione was praying desperately that it would not be Sam.
"Hello?" Came a cheerful voice. "Sev? Hermione?"
Hermione was wrong. She froze at the sound of his voice and dropped her cup. With a loud clatter, it fell to the floor and it shattered into hundreds of pieces.
Severus looked from Hermione to the cup (or what was left of it) to the door. With a wave of his wand, Snape cleaned up the mess. He walked into his sitting room.
"Get out." Snape said in a quiet whisper, his voice full of hate.
Sam looked at his friend in shock. "Why, Sev!" He exclaimed. "That is certainly no way to greet a friend."
"You are very right, Samuel." Snape said quietly. "But, if you were any friend of mine, you would not have attacked that girl!" Snape's voice started out as a whisper but slowly rose to a loud thunder.
"But, Sev! I have no idea what you're talking about." Sam said in confusion.
Severus looked at Sam for a long, quiet moment. "Wait here," he said finally.
He went into Hermione's room and told her to dress. The he went to his bedroom and retrieved a small crystal vial from his potion stores.
Snape went back to the sitting room. He informed Dumbledore via floo powder that he was coming for a talk.
Severus knocked on Hermione's door and cracked it open.
"Come in," Hermione said. She had just dressed and was now picking a robe to put on over her uniform.
"Let's go," He said.
"But where--" Hermione began.
"To speak with the Headmaster." Severus interrupted.
The three left Snape's quarters. As they passed the potions classroom, Severus posted a note saying that classes were canceled for the day.
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1214 words
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Well? What do you think? Like it? Hate it? Love it? Loathe it? Let me know! PLEASE!!! Pretty Please with sugar on top?
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