The Dark's Mistress
Chapter Five
By Alicia Marie Jennings
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There is so much going on
You could easily
Wake up with a stranger
It's not something you plan
One night in a world of pain
And you finally understand
Not all the king's horses, not all the king's men
Could put it back together
-Stevie Nicks "Fall From Grace"
~
"Okay, let's run through this again...."
"Speak only when spoken to, and keep my eyes on the floor."
"Correct. If you meet Voldemort?"
"Grovel profusely."
"Correct. Your parents are....?"
"Dead, they died in a car crash in October. My younger sister, Mirianne, was with them."
"Very good. If someone asks you to go with them....?"
"You'll say something to make sure I stay beside you."
"Correct again...and if Lucius Malfoy approaches...?"
"You'll chew him out and say I'm your property."
"Right you are....and if for some reason I am not able to deter him?"
Hermione swallowed. "Just lay quietly and let him have his way."
Severus winced at her fear. "Do not appear overly timid...just obedient. If you appear too frightened, they will only use that against you. Do you understand?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes, sir."
She was wearing tight-fitted robes of a deep, dark green. He still wore black, but they were robes of a better quality cloth and a better cut. They made a striking couple, Hermione mused. Snape was quite handsome tonight, or at least in her opinion. And she didn't look half-bad, either.
"Right." He pulled a Portkey, a Muggle ballpoint pen, out of his dresser, and held it in front of him. She gingerly reached out to grasp it.
Snape looked at the clock on the wall. "Ten seconds....five.....two, one -"
They were quickly whisked away.
~
Before she really wanted to be there, they were landing in the Malfoy's entryway, a vast concoction of heavy gray stone and old, dark tapestries. That was all she caught before she glued her eyes to the floor.
"Severus, you've arrived," murmurred a voice...cold, clipped...that Hermione recognized as Lucius Malfoy's. "And I see you've brought the harlot as well." She sensed, rather than saw, him turn to her. "Look up at me, girl."
Willing herself not to glare, she looked up at his face, which had a sneer imprinted on it. "Not at all bad, for a Mudblood, Severus...I might have to borrow her services sometime."
"Why don't you find your own toys, Lucius?" Snape drawled, roughly grabbing her around the waist. "Some of us are quite possesive of ours."
Hermione quickly looked down to the floor again, but managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of the purely evil look that Malfoy had given Snape. Before Malfoy could reply, Snape dragged Hermione off.
"That was convincing," she murmurred under her breath.
"It was meant to be," he murmurred back to her, clutching her more tightly if possible. Hermione shivered, and she was sure that it wasn't from the cold halls of Malfoy manor, or even from Severus' touch. Inwardly, she acknowledged it was raw fear.
What the hell was she doing here? Why was she important? Gods....she was just Hermione Granger. The bookworm...the one with the bushy brown hair and buckteeth (well, not anymore....but still). The one who was the "insufferable know-it-all". The one who'd befriended Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley after they saved her from a mountain troll. The one who'd figured out what it was in the school that was Petrifying the students - and had then been Petrified herself. The one who'd been made a Prefect, the one who'd been accepted into the Order of the Phoenix with her friend Harry. The one who'd been made Head Girl. And now, the girl who had somehow become Severus Snape's "mistress". The man who was her Potions proffessor, the man who was a Deatheater and....a spy. The man who risked his life every time he donned heavy black robes and a mask that obscured his face.
Severus stopped, and she was jerked out from her musings, which she thought was probably a good thing. After all, it appeared as if they stood at the entry to Voldemort's throne room. Wormtail was standing guard at the enterance, an impressive sword in his hands. Hermione thought to herself, with a touch of humor, that if it came to blows that Peter would run as fast as his short legs would carry him, dropping the sword in his haste.
"You may enter," he said, motioning his hand to the door which had magically opened.
Hermione looked and nearly screamed. However, Severus Snape stood firm, his eyes nonsurprised...and it was somewhat a tragic scene as two stood before Lord Voldemort.
~
Years later, Hermione still wondered how she'd managed through that horrible, horrible night. She'd met Voldemort and been made an honorary Death Eater. She'd had to listen to Narcissa Malfoy and all the other Death Eater wives at the party carry on about trivial things like silver tea sets. And Snape had stuck to her like glue through it all...never once allowing her to be anywhere near either of the Malfoys. And was she ever eternally greatful for that......!
~
Hermione walked the Hogwarts ground, enjoying the solitude of the sunset hour. She was not supposed to be outside the castle, but the opportunity to be alone was overwhelming her. She missed having privacy, although she had to admit that Snape gave her as much as he possibly could while sharing quarters with her. Snape...she sighed. Ever since that night...she was unsure of what her feelings were towards him. And although she had not been...the "entertainment" at that party, she did not regret what she'd done that night with him. It was more than friendship, she was almost sure. There was something...some new spark there she'd never noticed before. Could it be love...? Hermione smiled to herself, sitting down beside the lake. In love with a teacher...who would've thought? She closed her eyes, a serene look crossing her face.
Hermione felt a presence behind her. "Severus?" she murmurred, not opening her eyes. "Is that you?"
"You wish," a voice murmurred.
Hermione opened her eyes in fright as something connected with her skull. Her vision faded, and she knew no more.
~
A/N: sorry it's so short but it's better than nothing! i apologize for taking a long time to update, it's been a very hard past few months for me. my aunt's passed away and i've had finals and my friends are graduating and tons of other junk. i'll try and have another chapter up soon. i want to finish this before the summer b/c i will be away from home for six weeks at a gifted/talented program. i love you all, please review.
love and hugs, jaimes "alicia"
Chapter Five
By Alicia Marie Jennings
~
There is so much going on
You could easily
Wake up with a stranger
It's not something you plan
One night in a world of pain
And you finally understand
Not all the king's horses, not all the king's men
Could put it back together
-Stevie Nicks "Fall From Grace"
~
"Okay, let's run through this again...."
"Speak only when spoken to, and keep my eyes on the floor."
"Correct. If you meet Voldemort?"
"Grovel profusely."
"Correct. Your parents are....?"
"Dead, they died in a car crash in October. My younger sister, Mirianne, was with them."
"Very good. If someone asks you to go with them....?"
"You'll say something to make sure I stay beside you."
"Correct again...and if Lucius Malfoy approaches...?"
"You'll chew him out and say I'm your property."
"Right you are....and if for some reason I am not able to deter him?"
Hermione swallowed. "Just lay quietly and let him have his way."
Severus winced at her fear. "Do not appear overly timid...just obedient. If you appear too frightened, they will only use that against you. Do you understand?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes, sir."
She was wearing tight-fitted robes of a deep, dark green. He still wore black, but they were robes of a better quality cloth and a better cut. They made a striking couple, Hermione mused. Snape was quite handsome tonight, or at least in her opinion. And she didn't look half-bad, either.
"Right." He pulled a Portkey, a Muggle ballpoint pen, out of his dresser, and held it in front of him. She gingerly reached out to grasp it.
Snape looked at the clock on the wall. "Ten seconds....five.....two, one -"
They were quickly whisked away.
~
Before she really wanted to be there, they were landing in the Malfoy's entryway, a vast concoction of heavy gray stone and old, dark tapestries. That was all she caught before she glued her eyes to the floor.
"Severus, you've arrived," murmurred a voice...cold, clipped...that Hermione recognized as Lucius Malfoy's. "And I see you've brought the harlot as well." She sensed, rather than saw, him turn to her. "Look up at me, girl."
Willing herself not to glare, she looked up at his face, which had a sneer imprinted on it. "Not at all bad, for a Mudblood, Severus...I might have to borrow her services sometime."
"Why don't you find your own toys, Lucius?" Snape drawled, roughly grabbing her around the waist. "Some of us are quite possesive of ours."
Hermione quickly looked down to the floor again, but managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of the purely evil look that Malfoy had given Snape. Before Malfoy could reply, Snape dragged Hermione off.
"That was convincing," she murmurred under her breath.
"It was meant to be," he murmurred back to her, clutching her more tightly if possible. Hermione shivered, and she was sure that it wasn't from the cold halls of Malfoy manor, or even from Severus' touch. Inwardly, she acknowledged it was raw fear.
What the hell was she doing here? Why was she important? Gods....she was just Hermione Granger. The bookworm...the one with the bushy brown hair and buckteeth (well, not anymore....but still). The one who was the "insufferable know-it-all". The one who'd befriended Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley after they saved her from a mountain troll. The one who'd figured out what it was in the school that was Petrifying the students - and had then been Petrified herself. The one who'd been made a Prefect, the one who'd been accepted into the Order of the Phoenix with her friend Harry. The one who'd been made Head Girl. And now, the girl who had somehow become Severus Snape's "mistress". The man who was her Potions proffessor, the man who was a Deatheater and....a spy. The man who risked his life every time he donned heavy black robes and a mask that obscured his face.
Severus stopped, and she was jerked out from her musings, which she thought was probably a good thing. After all, it appeared as if they stood at the entry to Voldemort's throne room. Wormtail was standing guard at the enterance, an impressive sword in his hands. Hermione thought to herself, with a touch of humor, that if it came to blows that Peter would run as fast as his short legs would carry him, dropping the sword in his haste.
"You may enter," he said, motioning his hand to the door which had magically opened.
Hermione looked and nearly screamed. However, Severus Snape stood firm, his eyes nonsurprised...and it was somewhat a tragic scene as two stood before Lord Voldemort.
~
Years later, Hermione still wondered how she'd managed through that horrible, horrible night. She'd met Voldemort and been made an honorary Death Eater. She'd had to listen to Narcissa Malfoy and all the other Death Eater wives at the party carry on about trivial things like silver tea sets. And Snape had stuck to her like glue through it all...never once allowing her to be anywhere near either of the Malfoys. And was she ever eternally greatful for that......!
~
Hermione walked the Hogwarts ground, enjoying the solitude of the sunset hour. She was not supposed to be outside the castle, but the opportunity to be alone was overwhelming her. She missed having privacy, although she had to admit that Snape gave her as much as he possibly could while sharing quarters with her. Snape...she sighed. Ever since that night...she was unsure of what her feelings were towards him. And although she had not been...the "entertainment" at that party, she did not regret what she'd done that night with him. It was more than friendship, she was almost sure. There was something...some new spark there she'd never noticed before. Could it be love...? Hermione smiled to herself, sitting down beside the lake. In love with a teacher...who would've thought? She closed her eyes, a serene look crossing her face.
Hermione felt a presence behind her. "Severus?" she murmurred, not opening her eyes. "Is that you?"
"You wish," a voice murmurred.
Hermione opened her eyes in fright as something connected with her skull. Her vision faded, and she knew no more.
~
A/N: sorry it's so short but it's better than nothing! i apologize for taking a long time to update, it's been a very hard past few months for me. my aunt's passed away and i've had finals and my friends are graduating and tons of other junk. i'll try and have another chapter up soon. i want to finish this before the summer b/c i will be away from home for six weeks at a gifted/talented program. i love you all, please review.
love and hugs, jaimes "alicia"