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The Rescue
*~"Don't let me stop you, Ms. Granger." And as he spoke his words, he trailed his fingers progressively down her spine.~*
Hermione paled at the touch, she didn't like this. Snape grabbed her wrist and twisted her around and pinned her forcefully against a wall.
The poor girl silently cursed herself for leaving her wand in her robe pocket. The next best thing she could think of was to hit him where it hurt. However, when she attempted to bring her knee up into the man's groin, she found both feet firmly stuck to the floor. Snape laughed.
"I hope you don't mind that I anticipated that little move." He thrust himself up against her, "And you'll also find that screaming will do you no good." Snape laughed again.
Alarmed, Hermione went to scream, but found that she could do nothing but whimper as her lips were sealed firmly shut.
Using one hand to hold Hermione's wrists to the wall, Snape employed his other in ripping apart Hermione's blouse. His eyes shifted down to her chest as he said, "I daresay this will be quite fun. It is always good to have friends in high places, with lots of money."
Hermione glared at him, who was this friend, and why did he want this done to her?
"Oh yes, and I'm supposed to tell you something," The greasy git continued, "Now what was it?" He apparently liked torturing the poor girl so, "Oh yes! Stay away from pure blooded wizards, you filthy little Mudblood!" and upon the word Mudblood, he back handed Hermione.
Realization, however, hit her harder than her professor. She knew the evil mind at work behind this plot. And she was stuck, entirely stuck, no way out. Snape was too heavy for her to free her arms, and the spells on her feet and mouth remained firm. Hermione would have liked nothing more but to cry, but she wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
Snape's malicious laughter sounded in her ears as she prepared herself for what was about to come next.
Draco was up in his room trying to copy Hermione's notes. He hoped that her detention wouldn't take to long and that he would see her before she went to bed. Returning his thoughts to the notes he began writing quietly. But there was something, something inside of him that was unsettled. It was as if something were amiss, but he did not know what.
He was not going to get much work done at this rate. A walk, that would take his mind off the weird feeling growing in him. Putting on his robes, he walked out of the portrait hole to no where in particular.
It was dark, wet and cold. Although the entire castle was lit with torches, there was significantly less light here then anywhere else. No outside light coming from the moon or stars ever found its way into this dark hole he stood in now. This place was the essence of all that was evil and vile. It was the womb of sin; the one place in the whole enchanted castle where evil congregated and was made.
Harry looked around himself; he hated the dungeons in the day time but at night, the place was beyond nightmares. He had found himself in many strange and dark places in his life, but the fact that he was forced to return to this one continually, made it all the worse. Then what was he doing down there in the dark of a Friday night.
It was quite simple really, Harry needed advice. And it wasn't the kind of advice that he could get from a teacher or any friend. Harry needed to talk about women, and the only person he knew that actually knew about women was Hermione. She had proven countless times to both him and Ron that no matter how hard they tried, they would never understand women. And understanding was what he needed.
Harry could not still remove Ginny from his thoughts. He was pretty sure that he loved the girl, but figured that Hermione would know more about this than he did also. So it was his plan to find Hermione after her detention, and make her listen to every thing that happened between himself and Ginny. Then Hermione would tell Harry what Ginny's words and actions meant, tell him that he did indeed love the girl, and then she'd tell him exactly what he needed to do to get her back. It was all quite simple really.
Something caught Harry's eye. "Malfoy? What are you doing here?"
"I happen to be a Slytherin, Potter! Might I ask why you are here so very away from the other Gryffindors, and so terribly alone?" His voice went up on the last word making it long and threatening.
Harry's hand instinctively went to his wand. "My business is my own Malfoy." He said the name with great contempt which was bred from pure hatred.
Draco's hand also closed upon his wand, and in one sudden movement, both boys had there wands aimed at the other and were glaring into each other's eyes, with a hatred so great, that would have made the devil himself proud.
Draco spoke first, "Now what would the famous Harry Potter be doing down in the dungeons?" He had a pretty good idea that he was here for Hermione, and a jealousy streaked his hatred.
"I might ask the same question of you. The Heady Boy has his own dormitory and doesn't need to be down here." He also had a fleeting suspicion that Malfoy might be here for Hermione, and that though made his rage greater.
Harry continued talking, but Draco didn't hear what he said. A noise had made its ways to his ears. It sounded like something being beaten and there were faint whimpers. He needed to hear better.
"Potter, shh!" but Harry continued raging. "Potter, POTTER!"
Draco's wand hand relaxed at his side and Harry, having been finally silenced by Draco's last call did the same. There was no mistake in the noise now, and he paled. Harry heard the sound too. His eyes widened as he looked at the other boy and whispered, "Hermione!"
"Quick!" Draco said, and both boys ran to the entrance of the potions room at the end of the hallway, Harry on the way wondering why he was following a Slytherin, and why Malfoy seemed to care what was happening. But he pushed these thoughts aside as there was not time to question. Draco reached the door first. "Damn it! It's locked!"
"Alohamora!" Harry commanded, but it had little effect on the door.
"Stand back," Draco said putting an arm in front of Harry's chest. He bellowed out the words "Ignis Erumpo!" and flames burst from the end of his wand attacking the door.
Harry looked at it amazed for a second and then said "Wicked!"
"Thanks," Draco said turning to look at the raven haired boy standing beside him. An awkward moment passed between the two boys, as they had an understanding. However, Hermione's predicament was ever pressing, and now that the smoke was clearing, both boys could see what was happening in the potions classroom.
Draco felt a rage swell up inside of him that was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. A quick glance at Harry told him that the other boy was feeling a wavy of protective feelings also. Both boys entered the room and proceeded to hex their Potions master to oblivion.
After a short while, Professor Snape lay on the floor unconscious, with some rather strange and unnatural features. His skin had turned green and was covered by many purple warts, he had sprouted many extra fingers and toes causing his shoes to rip, his hair was an unfortunate shade of hot pink, and his nose had become long and rubbery, not unlike that of an elephant. And although you couldn't see it, his manhood was suffering from a serious shrinking problem, that would last for quite some time after the other charms had worn off. The two boys stood looking down upon him, one a blond, the other a brunette.
"Do you think that does it then?" asked the latter.
"I dunno, there might be one last charm that he needs," replied the blond.
"A memory charm?"
"Quite right"
"Okay then." It was weird how the two seemed to understand on another's thoughts and plans. They had fought, or massacred really, their professor with a strange precision and unity. The two were far more alike than either would have guessed.
While Harry set about modifying the professor's memory, Draco turned his attention to the girl with chestnut hair who was lying on the floor apparently also unconscious. Her shirt and bra were torn and now cling on her in shreds, her skirt was ripped in many places, and her entire body was covered in cuts and bruises. Seeing her in this state again, after she had finally gotten better, it made Draco's heart cry.
Draco kneeled down beside the girl removing his own robe and wrapping it around her, making sure that it covered up everything in the front. He cradled her with one hand, while the other he used to stroke her hair, warm tears flowing silently from his eyes. As he sat there, Harry turned around, and nearly dropped his wand.
What he saw, was his arch nemesis sitting on the floor crying looking at his best friend with more love than he had ever seen emanated from one person before. Harry might have been able to question what was before him, was it not for the tears. Draco Malfoy was not one to cry or show any emotion for that matter, especially in front of people; yet here he was, crying in front of his sworn enemy. It was in this moment, that Harry realized how much Draco cared for Hermione; it seemed he had forgotten about everything else in the world.
Harry walked over to the blond boy and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's gonna be alright mate. She's safe now. Let's get her up to the Infirmary."
Draco nodded, "Umm, Potter,"
"Yes,"
"Well, I can't help feeling that my father is somehow behind all of this, but we won't know for sure until Hermione wakes up. But I don't think we should say anything about Professor Snape to anyone. If it gets back to my father that he failed, then he's likely to come after Hermione again. I don't want that. Snape won't wake up till after the hexes have lifted right?"
"Right,"
"Then he wont remember one way or the other if he succeeded or not, and there's probably money involved, so he probably will just say he did. I, I wont be able to be seen with Hermione though." More tears came to his eyes as he looked down at the girl in his arms. "It's too risky. I, I'm going to miss her." he bent down and kissed her forehead.
Harry felt a pang in his heart, it reminded him of Ginny and how much he missed the girl and wanted her back. He decided that he wanted to help the couple in front of him, and he was determined to do so. "Don't worry man. We'll figure something out. Promise."
Draco looked up incredulously up at his enemy. "You, you will?"
"Yeah,"
"Why?"
Harry looked down at the girl Draco was holding, "I love her too, albeit like a friend and a sister, but its love all the same."
Draco didn't quite know what to make of this new revolutionary word, but he looked down at Hermione and smiled. Then he looked back at Harry. "Maybe it would be better if you took her up yourself, less questions, you know." He looked down. How he wished he could be with her when she woke up.
"Don't worry; I'll make sure she's fine."
Draco nodded and Harry lifted Hermione up into his arms. Draco watched the two disappear through the door. He rose to leave, and noticed Hermione's robes remembering that Hermione now wore his. Picking up the robes he left the classroom, full of rage, sorrow, and confusion; three powerful emotions that don't mix well at all.
Harry Reached the infirmary at last and entered calling to Madam Pomfrey.
"Oh, Goodness Harry! What happened?"
"I went to find Hermione after her detention, to talk to her, and I heard screams. I followed them, and found Hermione just in time to see her attacker leaving. I didn't see his face. I think she was raped."
"OHH!" the mediwitch shrieked! She removed Hermione's robes and asked Harry to hold them while she examined the patient. Realizing whose robes they were, he struggled out of his own, and put the others on inside out. When Madam Pomfrey asked for the robes back he handed her his own.
"It would appear to have been a very narrow miss. You seemed to have frightened off her attacker right before he was able to rape her. However, she did take a pretty bad beating. Can I implore you to watch her while I go and brew up a quick potion?"
"Yea sure."
As she left, Harry sat down and found a quill and piece of parchment. On this he wrote:
Hermione,
Draco and I found you like this in the potions room. We put a few good hexes on Snape too. But we also modified his memory. We have reason to believe Lucius Malfoy is behind this, and we think it best if you pretend not to remember anything except that you heard footsteps following you after you left detention. We hope that this will keep you from future attacks. I am having trouble believing all that has happened this evening, especially the part where I willingly worked together with Malfoy. You know that stupid git really likes you. He was pretty upset. Well, remember this, you don't remember anything that happened. Were gonna play this like your attacker modified your memory so you couldn't identify him. Feel better soon! I am so sorry!
Love,
Harry
Harry folded the parchment into a little ball and put it in Hermione's right hand. She would surely see it when she woke up. Five minutes later, Madam Pomfrey came back into the room with a potion.
"There, she'll be all better in a few days. But oh my! Look, look at the time, you must be getting to bed Potter! Off with you now! Go!"
"Good bye!"
"Good bye! Harry!"
Harry left the infirmary trying to figure out exactly what just happened. Some how, nothing fit into place as it should. Everything was one big tangled mess. He decided that a small chat with his friend Ron was in order. Ron would help him sort things out. But when he got to the common room, Ron was not there. Harry laughed; he can be so lazy at times!
Harry walked up to the dorm and noticed that all the bed curtains were open except Ron's and the rest of the room was deserted. How could Ron actually turn in this early? He approached the bed, Ron wouldn't mind if his best friend woke him up.
Harry pulled open the curtains saying, "Oy, Ron! You wouldn't believe what just hap…" but then Harry noticed the lump in the middle of Ron's bed that was simply to big to be only Ron's body. "Ron! Why didn't you tell me?" Ron shrugged, and Harry much to the red head's dismay pulled back the comforter revealing his best friend and…
Harry gasped at what he saw.
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Don't worry, I am not a HG/SS fan n I promise that he will not be trying anything else on Hermione! It was all strictly about the cash!
Hmmm… who could be in bed with Ron? Well, I have my ideas but I want to hear urs, b/c I don't want to upset anybody and I feel that my idea might, and it does not yet hold a major grasp on the plot, so lemme know who you think/ want to be in his bed, and I'll see what I can do.
Well again it is the time to thank all my many wonderful reviewers!! I love you guys! None of this would be possible without you!!! I would get depressed and not write anything else if it were not for you guys! So I wanted to say that I love and appreciate every single one of you! very much!
And one more time, who do you think is shacking up w/ Ron? And since we r on this topic, tell me things that might offend you, being with a Slytherin, big age gaps, slash? LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE, so I will not put it there ok? Hmm…I now have an idea that is not so out there, but I still want to know alright!
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