*A/N: This took a little bit of time to get up didn't it? so sorry about
that, I mean if my computer wasn't a pussy ass piece of shit then it would
be up sooner, and it would be better because I had just finished editing it
and it was perfect, I mean it was great and right then as I push the
fricken stupid save button the computer freezes... Lets just say I was
pissed. And you know how you cant write the exact same thing twice, so now
I don't like this chapter, but oh well, you all get it anyhow, because I'm
done with it! ^^"
theophania - the two galleon were for the abortion potion she finally let Snape talk her into getting from him...
oh, probably to get the full affect of this chapter you have to be severely creeped out like I was before reading -or in my case, writing it - may I suggest the great non-fiction read, "Cult that Kill?"*
5. I'd like to close my eyes and go numb
Hermione pushed the two gold coins along the black coverlet. Watching them sink into the fabric and feeling a nervous pit in her stomach make her tongue itch. She bit it trying to roll the irritating feeling off of it. Not working, she only felt like a few taste buds have had came off. She continued nudging the one coin it making the cover under it buckle. She pushed the coin in till in was cover with the blanket. A ominous lump in the bed to picked the coin out of it and placed it on top of the together. She began rubbing the two nervously together, her nervous fidgeting somehow comforting her.
The room felt different then her room. Probably because he had been here a while it actually looked like someone lived in it. How long had he been here? Is this what he had done after the war? Taken his comforter and big black trunk and rented a room in Candlelit alley selling potions to the people who came here? Of course, look what she did with her life after the war.
"Quit banging those coins together." Severus from over the cauldron, the steam coming up and engulfing his face. "Oh, and relax, or something, this might take a little bit of time."
Hermione scooted back in the bed and leaned back to rest against the wall. She sighed. It even smelled like a person lived here. Like pine, of course that might just be because that was a potion ingredient. A nice potion ingredient though. Hermione closed her eyes feeling her scull against the wall. Rocking it back and forth, felling the bone collide with the wall in a comforting pattern of pain.
...
She had been at home not too long ago, it was what... a week? She had come home. It had been a normal day at the lab she worked at. Blood sample after blood sample showing nothing wizard sciences couldn't find out. She was convinced though she was going to find something. She was going to the person to find something with muggle science that the wizard scientist could not. She would find it and she would laugh at them.
But not today. Not yesterday. Not even 3 month before that. Probably not tomorrow either. Damn it all to hell.
But she was home now. Happy to be in her nice quite abode. Just the small sound of Ron, who was on the couch fiddling with his Rubix cube. She had gotten it for him for his birthday. She claimed it was better then wizard chess. Ron claimed it was the devil's game. She told him the devil's game was badminton. He told her that Ginny loved badminton.
Hermione went and sat down on the couch next to Ron. Leaning back so her body was draped artfully into his. His warmth spreading through her, making her relax. Making her melt. Because that was what Ron was good at. Making her melt into him. Making the day not all that bad, now if he wouldn't talk and keep it like this all the time life might be manageable. No, life would be perfect.
His fingers brushed through the snarls in her hair. His fingers, though large and usually massive and obtuse discusting excuse for fingers suddenly turned skillful and brushed faintly against her neck, pulling the strands of hair just so. Chills running down her spin as she leaned into his bliss.
...
Severus was looking at her when she opened her eyes. His look of slight amusement. He quickly turned and placed the vial in a slab of ice. The block excepted it and molded to form around it. Severus sighed and lifted his sleeve to reveal a silver watch. He looked at the time taking it off in his mind. 1 minute and it will be frozen. Then all that was left was to bring the potion to a simmer.
"So, whom did you fuck around with?" Hermione bit her tongue. She bit it a bit harder now. She took in a deep breath, breathed out and told herself not to slaughter him.
"My husband" She managed to spit out. Glaring at his raised eyebrow and smirk. Basterd thought she was a whore didn't he?
"Oh, and you would be down here secretly getting rid of it because... ?" His voice was that of someone who was enjoying his life more right now watching her suffer then it would be if he had the galleon placed in his hand. No, Hermione should have known better, he wasn't just doing this for the money. He was doing this for the sheer joy of being above her. He was happy to just watch her try and hold back all the hate built up. He could just watch the scenery, that son of a bitch.
"Ron wants me to stop living because of it." Hermione muttered, the rage of both him and her husband knotted into a tight ball of threads, all wanting to fall apart but still will never release if you wanted them to.
But then she looked up at Severus. She looked up and saw one of the threads pull. A yank and it floated to the ground. His emotionless face showed no smirk, just two gleaming dark eyes. Hermione watched his motionless figure; the rest of the threads untied floating lazily to the ground. Severus stopped and turned to the ice block, picking the tube out and spinning it above the open flame.
The flames licking his fingertips with the pain of heat coursing through his entire conscious mind to pull way. The glass of the tube cracked with a loud noise to the silence. He turned to her with the new potion in hand and watched her eyes. He wanted to glance away. But He couldn't.
And then he slipped over the bed, she didn't know if she could trust him with this potion anymore. He hadn't even taken the money so far. Too late, the tube was being pressed to her throat and a warm liquid with a strong taste of soap slid down her. She did not gag. She did not blink.
But he did as he leaned over to encompass her lips, tasting the potion remaining there he moved on to finding more inside of her lips. Hermione complied with a sharp intake of breath and leaning her head back. Deciding he could kill himself with the potion as well as her. Her body being overtaken by his and just letting it go.
His warmth speaking to her and whispering to her that nothing as like this. And as much as you love Ron, as much as you spend countless night convincing yourself that, that nothing is quite the combining of this. This combination of humid hatred and sweet revenge. The slow movement of his lips and the warmth that spread through her veins. All she wanted was the warmth, but was the warmth necessarily as good thing?
His lips slowly lifted away from hers as the world rushed back into her senses, all that was left was is hand tracing her chest. His eyes never leaving hers as he looked into her as if trying to find something. Hermione turned her head away, looking down to the place where his window would be. Nothing to escape to here, was there Hermione?
He had already gotten up, his weight lifting from the mattress, and she felt it now empty, his pine fragrance just a small whiff. She bit her lip and tried to figure out what had just happened. Try to make herself comprehend, trying desperately to make the calm feeling like she had done the right thing go away. Because that couldn't have possibly been the right thing.
He was dangling a bottle of red wine in front of her now. She opened her hands and he placed it there, her eyes drifting up to him, in spite of herself. He wasn't smiling, he wasn't frowning, he was just looking. She looked back.
"You need to drink this, and rest." His voice came out as a soft undertone to her mind, and she nodded. Getting up she walked to the door, and left. Hearing the door click as she stood in the hall.
...
She had been here before, Hermione walked into room # 9. The room no one occupied and it took little more the a simple charm to open the door. The room was maybe just a tad bit smaller then hers. Maybe a bit taller in height. There was no bathroom. There was one large chain hanging from the ceiling.
Made of the finest links leading down from its hook to the hoop tied along the bottom. Hermione wanted to look away. She wanted to pray and ask GOD why. She wanted to understand why that chain had not been used against her, why she was spared to stand here today.
Instead she was took to the floor. There was a mattress there now, but that was an extra bonus before. You were a deluxe member if you got a mattress. But then again some deluxe members didn't want a mattress. They wanted the pentagram on the floor.
The inverted pentagram. The sight of it made her spin twitch, her mind scream and every god damned moral in her body tell her to run. Hermione sat down in the center of it cross legs and pried the cork on her wine bottle. Cheap wine, but all that same here it wasn't quality. It was quantity. And if you can't deal with the quantity then the only quality you have is dead. Hermione pour the liquid down her throat. It easily flowed through.
Hermione turned her head to the floor. She closed her eyes, feeling as though she might be attacked. She closed her eyes and prayed. She prayed that she can be forgiven for being a part of this, she prayed that the ones who hung from that rope were in heaven now, and not hell as the dark worshiper thought killing them like this would bring them, she prayed that maybe somewhere out there someone like her was at peace, in the arms of who they loved. Hermione prayed that they knew love better then herself.
Her itching eyes had teared over. She swallowed it back and stood up...
"Stand up bitch" The high crackling voice instructed her
"Down you realize this is your damnation, this is your fall? You say yes and Lucifer owns you, we kill you and you go straight to hell, the eternity. You say yes and you leave it us to us to sacrifice you. You say yes and you leave it up to me to carve you beautiful body into a sacred sculpture and sacrifice it to the one true god. " The blade in his hand gleamed in the dark room, twisting the chain around it a smile playing on his lips. His hand coming down to masage her face, that smell reaking from them caught her breath in her throat.
"Or perhaps instead I can instead lick the sweet blood of your loyalty off you" He came up behind her pressing his body into hers. His crusted lips settling over her neck where he bit down. She held back her scream and instead it came as a breathless gasp as the sharp pain mixed in with the dull constant one. He had lifted his lips off her open wound murmuring into her ear. "And we can practice a different type of magick."
Hermione wanted to throw up and cry. She wanted to run from that circle humming with power. She wanted to just die.
But,
"Yes."
She murmured, It was barely a whisper, but it still counted. Hermione closed her and tilted her head back and screamed. Screaming her soul out.
And somehow that one moment was so much worse then when he drew that inverted cross over her heart, the open wound showing the muscles pumping underneath...
That moment was worse then when she let him have her virgin self in the pentagram, his dead flesh penetrating her and pain...
That moment was worse then when she herd the neck of the girl before her's snap, followed by that innocent laughter....
That moment was so much worse then anything else. Because she didn't want to sell herself to the devil, GOD would know that. He would. GOD would know, wouldn't he?
Or maybe only the devil would care. -
...
theophania - the two galleon were for the abortion potion she finally let Snape talk her into getting from him...
oh, probably to get the full affect of this chapter you have to be severely creeped out like I was before reading -or in my case, writing it - may I suggest the great non-fiction read, "Cult that Kill?"*
5. I'd like to close my eyes and go numb
Hermione pushed the two gold coins along the black coverlet. Watching them sink into the fabric and feeling a nervous pit in her stomach make her tongue itch. She bit it trying to roll the irritating feeling off of it. Not working, she only felt like a few taste buds have had came off. She continued nudging the one coin it making the cover under it buckle. She pushed the coin in till in was cover with the blanket. A ominous lump in the bed to picked the coin out of it and placed it on top of the together. She began rubbing the two nervously together, her nervous fidgeting somehow comforting her.
The room felt different then her room. Probably because he had been here a while it actually looked like someone lived in it. How long had he been here? Is this what he had done after the war? Taken his comforter and big black trunk and rented a room in Candlelit alley selling potions to the people who came here? Of course, look what she did with her life after the war.
"Quit banging those coins together." Severus from over the cauldron, the steam coming up and engulfing his face. "Oh, and relax, or something, this might take a little bit of time."
Hermione scooted back in the bed and leaned back to rest against the wall. She sighed. It even smelled like a person lived here. Like pine, of course that might just be because that was a potion ingredient. A nice potion ingredient though. Hermione closed her eyes feeling her scull against the wall. Rocking it back and forth, felling the bone collide with the wall in a comforting pattern of pain.
...
She had been at home not too long ago, it was what... a week? She had come home. It had been a normal day at the lab she worked at. Blood sample after blood sample showing nothing wizard sciences couldn't find out. She was convinced though she was going to find something. She was going to the person to find something with muggle science that the wizard scientist could not. She would find it and she would laugh at them.
But not today. Not yesterday. Not even 3 month before that. Probably not tomorrow either. Damn it all to hell.
But she was home now. Happy to be in her nice quite abode. Just the small sound of Ron, who was on the couch fiddling with his Rubix cube. She had gotten it for him for his birthday. She claimed it was better then wizard chess. Ron claimed it was the devil's game. She told him the devil's game was badminton. He told her that Ginny loved badminton.
Hermione went and sat down on the couch next to Ron. Leaning back so her body was draped artfully into his. His warmth spreading through her, making her relax. Making her melt. Because that was what Ron was good at. Making her melt into him. Making the day not all that bad, now if he wouldn't talk and keep it like this all the time life might be manageable. No, life would be perfect.
His fingers brushed through the snarls in her hair. His fingers, though large and usually massive and obtuse discusting excuse for fingers suddenly turned skillful and brushed faintly against her neck, pulling the strands of hair just so. Chills running down her spin as she leaned into his bliss.
...
Severus was looking at her when she opened her eyes. His look of slight amusement. He quickly turned and placed the vial in a slab of ice. The block excepted it and molded to form around it. Severus sighed and lifted his sleeve to reveal a silver watch. He looked at the time taking it off in his mind. 1 minute and it will be frozen. Then all that was left was to bring the potion to a simmer.
"So, whom did you fuck around with?" Hermione bit her tongue. She bit it a bit harder now. She took in a deep breath, breathed out and told herself not to slaughter him.
"My husband" She managed to spit out. Glaring at his raised eyebrow and smirk. Basterd thought she was a whore didn't he?
"Oh, and you would be down here secretly getting rid of it because... ?" His voice was that of someone who was enjoying his life more right now watching her suffer then it would be if he had the galleon placed in his hand. No, Hermione should have known better, he wasn't just doing this for the money. He was doing this for the sheer joy of being above her. He was happy to just watch her try and hold back all the hate built up. He could just watch the scenery, that son of a bitch.
"Ron wants me to stop living because of it." Hermione muttered, the rage of both him and her husband knotted into a tight ball of threads, all wanting to fall apart but still will never release if you wanted them to.
But then she looked up at Severus. She looked up and saw one of the threads pull. A yank and it floated to the ground. His emotionless face showed no smirk, just two gleaming dark eyes. Hermione watched his motionless figure; the rest of the threads untied floating lazily to the ground. Severus stopped and turned to the ice block, picking the tube out and spinning it above the open flame.
The flames licking his fingertips with the pain of heat coursing through his entire conscious mind to pull way. The glass of the tube cracked with a loud noise to the silence. He turned to her with the new potion in hand and watched her eyes. He wanted to glance away. But He couldn't.
And then he slipped over the bed, she didn't know if she could trust him with this potion anymore. He hadn't even taken the money so far. Too late, the tube was being pressed to her throat and a warm liquid with a strong taste of soap slid down her. She did not gag. She did not blink.
But he did as he leaned over to encompass her lips, tasting the potion remaining there he moved on to finding more inside of her lips. Hermione complied with a sharp intake of breath and leaning her head back. Deciding he could kill himself with the potion as well as her. Her body being overtaken by his and just letting it go.
His warmth speaking to her and whispering to her that nothing as like this. And as much as you love Ron, as much as you spend countless night convincing yourself that, that nothing is quite the combining of this. This combination of humid hatred and sweet revenge. The slow movement of his lips and the warmth that spread through her veins. All she wanted was the warmth, but was the warmth necessarily as good thing?
His lips slowly lifted away from hers as the world rushed back into her senses, all that was left was is hand tracing her chest. His eyes never leaving hers as he looked into her as if trying to find something. Hermione turned her head away, looking down to the place where his window would be. Nothing to escape to here, was there Hermione?
He had already gotten up, his weight lifting from the mattress, and she felt it now empty, his pine fragrance just a small whiff. She bit her lip and tried to figure out what had just happened. Try to make herself comprehend, trying desperately to make the calm feeling like she had done the right thing go away. Because that couldn't have possibly been the right thing.
He was dangling a bottle of red wine in front of her now. She opened her hands and he placed it there, her eyes drifting up to him, in spite of herself. He wasn't smiling, he wasn't frowning, he was just looking. She looked back.
"You need to drink this, and rest." His voice came out as a soft undertone to her mind, and she nodded. Getting up she walked to the door, and left. Hearing the door click as she stood in the hall.
...
She had been here before, Hermione walked into room # 9. The room no one occupied and it took little more the a simple charm to open the door. The room was maybe just a tad bit smaller then hers. Maybe a bit taller in height. There was no bathroom. There was one large chain hanging from the ceiling.
Made of the finest links leading down from its hook to the hoop tied along the bottom. Hermione wanted to look away. She wanted to pray and ask GOD why. She wanted to understand why that chain had not been used against her, why she was spared to stand here today.
Instead she was took to the floor. There was a mattress there now, but that was an extra bonus before. You were a deluxe member if you got a mattress. But then again some deluxe members didn't want a mattress. They wanted the pentagram on the floor.
The inverted pentagram. The sight of it made her spin twitch, her mind scream and every god damned moral in her body tell her to run. Hermione sat down in the center of it cross legs and pried the cork on her wine bottle. Cheap wine, but all that same here it wasn't quality. It was quantity. And if you can't deal with the quantity then the only quality you have is dead. Hermione pour the liquid down her throat. It easily flowed through.
Hermione turned her head to the floor. She closed her eyes, feeling as though she might be attacked. She closed her eyes and prayed. She prayed that she can be forgiven for being a part of this, she prayed that the ones who hung from that rope were in heaven now, and not hell as the dark worshiper thought killing them like this would bring them, she prayed that maybe somewhere out there someone like her was at peace, in the arms of who they loved. Hermione prayed that they knew love better then herself.
Her itching eyes had teared over. She swallowed it back and stood up...
"Stand up bitch" The high crackling voice instructed her
"Down you realize this is your damnation, this is your fall? You say yes and Lucifer owns you, we kill you and you go straight to hell, the eternity. You say yes and you leave it us to us to sacrifice you. You say yes and you leave it up to me to carve you beautiful body into a sacred sculpture and sacrifice it to the one true god. " The blade in his hand gleamed in the dark room, twisting the chain around it a smile playing on his lips. His hand coming down to masage her face, that smell reaking from them caught her breath in her throat.
"Or perhaps instead I can instead lick the sweet blood of your loyalty off you" He came up behind her pressing his body into hers. His crusted lips settling over her neck where he bit down. She held back her scream and instead it came as a breathless gasp as the sharp pain mixed in with the dull constant one. He had lifted his lips off her open wound murmuring into her ear. "And we can practice a different type of magick."
Hermione wanted to throw up and cry. She wanted to run from that circle humming with power. She wanted to just die.
But,
"Yes."
She murmured, It was barely a whisper, but it still counted. Hermione closed her and tilted her head back and screamed. Screaming her soul out.
And somehow that one moment was so much worse then when he drew that inverted cross over her heart, the open wound showing the muscles pumping underneath...
That moment was worse then when she let him have her virgin self in the pentagram, his dead flesh penetrating her and pain...
That moment was worse then when she herd the neck of the girl before her's snap, followed by that innocent laughter....
That moment was so much worse then anything else. Because she didn't want to sell herself to the devil, GOD would know that. He would. GOD would know, wouldn't he?
Or maybe only the devil would care. -
...