"Well, mudblood." Korun said. "Now that I've got you all to myself, I
think I might have a bit of fun. See what Severus seems to look forward
to."
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked.
"Don't think your lunchtime escapades have escaped notice, my dear." Korun said, advancing on her. "You can deny it all you want. But the looks in your eyes make it all too obvious."
She backed away as Korun drew closer, wand still pointed towards her. He'd thrown her wand to the side where he was at the desk at the front of the class, and now, she was too far from it to make a run for it. She needed her wand to get around the wards he just placed on the room. She needed to get around him. He advanced again, and she took the opportunity to duck out of his way, and dashed to where she saw it go. When she arrived at the spot, she could not find it.
"Looking for this?" She heard, turning around and seeing that her wand was in Korun's possession. "You won't be needing it right now." He said. "Petrificus Totalus."
Hermione's limbs were frozen and she fell to the ground. Her head smacked into the stone floor, but not hard enough to knock her out. She could feel a small trickle of blood escape above her eye as the Potion's Professor sauntered towards her, a maniacal look in his own. Without a word, he picked her up off the floor, and made his way towards his office. Once inside, he laid her down on his desk, turned to the door, and locked and warded it. Once again turning towards her, he pointed his wand at the desk, and she found her hands bound above her head.
"Finite Incantatum." He said finally. She let out a piercing scream.
"I love the loud ones." He said, grinning at her. He walked up to the desk quickly, pouncing on top of her so that they were nose to nose. "No one can hear you scream, mudblood." He said. "But you can do it all you want." She could feel one of his hands pulling up the hem of her skirt. She began to struggle, and was slapped for her troubles. "I love a screamer, I love a squirmer, and I love to beat 'em." The hand now found the bare skin of her calf, and traveled up her leg until it met with her thigh. He placed a knee between hers, and brought his mouth down in a kiss that was rough and bruising. He bit down on her lip, causing her to cry out and open her mouth so he could slip his tongue in. Once she recovered from her shock, however, she bit down as hard as she could.
"Bitch!" He snapped, checking his tongue for damage and finding that she had broken the skin causing him to bleed. He took another swipe across her face with the back of his right hand. He grabbed a handful of her hair, and forced her to face him. "That's okay. I like it rough." His hand went resumed its position on her thigh, and his other hand came up the other leg. She began to struggle more, trying to tip him off of her. He managed to get a grip on her panties, and ripped them from her body. Her struggles increased tenfold, as she managed to tip him off the desk, causing him to fall on his shoulder with a painful thud.
But he recovered himself quickly. Calmly, he walked over to his display case at the left side of the room, and pulled out a pure silver dagger. He approached her once again, cutting her remaining clothing from her body. He used another binding spell on her legs, causing her struggles to lessen slightly. He took the dagger, and traced random patterns on her abdomen. "This could have been slightly pleasant for you, mudblood." He said. "But I guess I'll be the only one having the fun." He applied more pressure to the dagger on her torso, tracing a more definite pattern. Once he had finished, he lifted it to his face. She could see the traces of blood present on it. Sticking out his tongue, he began to carefully clean the knife, leering at her as he ingested the small amount of blood. "Ah. The blood of the innocent is so delicious. Had I known you were in fact innocent, I would have done this sooner."
Hermione's eyes widened in shock, and she continued to struggle against her restraints, hoping that she could find someplace where the magic was weak enough to break it. Korun climbed on top of the desk, forcing her knees apart, and leaning over her. "I could always use the blood of a virgin in some potions. Could be a good learning experience for the class." He whispered in her ear, seeming to think for a moment. "Nah. I think I'd rather just take you here and now."
Hermione closed her eyes, desperately trying to deny the present reality.
~@~
"The curse of the jaded lover." Korun said, sitting in his office chair, watching with disgusting amusement as Hermione picked up her clothing and turned to look at him. "Just giving you fair warning. If you go to Severus, that is." He said, twirling her wand in his fingers, his shirt still hanging open. "You were having a relapse of your post war distress, I tried to comfort you, and you misread my intentions. I refused you. You got angry with me, and decided to lash out at me by spreading viscous rumours."
"He won't believe that considering the proof you've left all over my body." Hermione said in a solid voice that shocked herself.
"Oh yes! Thank you for reminding me." Korun said, standing up and approaching her. Hermione backed away from him. Korun lifted his wand and began to repair the damage he'd given her earlier.
"Madam Pomfrey will still be able to trace the injuries, Korun." She said.
"And you have no need of her services." He replied, unconcerned. "Especially since Robin would be following you there, in much worse condition."
"What?"
"You know, Professor, that Robin's quarters are much closer to mine than yours." He replied. "I would hate to have to do anything to her. But I would if you said anything."
"Bastard."
He smirked. "Flattery will get you nowhere. Good day. Oh! And before I forget." Korun pointed his wand at her own. "You'll find your wand useless against me. Just a bit of a safety precaution." He threw the wand to her, and allowed her to leave. "Remember our discussion, Hermione."
~@~
Hermione near ran to her quarters, wishing that they were nowhere near the dungeons. She got to her rooms, muttered the password, changed it, and rushed past the door. Running to the bathroom, she threw her clothes off her, turning on the water as hot as she could possibly get it. She stepped into the shower, ignoring her raging nerve endings protests at the extreme temperature. Grabbing a cloth, she scrubbed her skin, putting more and more pressure on it as she quickly increased the speed of her rubbing. Her skin was a bright red, but she still could not get the feel of his hands on her off. She collapsed on the floor in the shower stall, allowing the tears to finally fall while leaning against the wall of the stall.
Slowly, she calmed herself, going from hysterics to a trance. She stared off into the bathroom, no emotion showing on her face. She didn't know how long she stayed like that, but she began to notice that her hands and feet felt like they were prunes. She didn't care, and continued to stare off into nothing. Finally, she stood up, and grabbed a towel. She wrapped herself tightly in it. Leaving the bathroom to head for her bedroom to change, she noticed the clothes that she had thrown off herself earlier were still lying on the floor. Using a levitating charm, she directed the clothes into the lit fireplace, watching them turn to ash.
Turning away from the fireplace, she hurried to her bedroom. She didn't care what time it was, she only cared about ending this day as quickly as possible. Grabbing a shirt and a pair of jogging pants, she climbed into bed, and hid herself underneath the covers.
~@~
"Good evening, Headmaster." Korun said as he entered the Great Hall for dinner. "How are you this evening?"
"I am well." Severus replied. He looked over to the other empty chair beside him. "Have you seen Professor Granger?"
"Not since after lunch." Korun replied. Severus raised an eyebrow at the empty seat, looking for Robin. "Professor Una, have you seen Hermione today?" He asked.
"No, sir." She replied. "But she did mention to me yesterday that she had a lot of work to do. She might just be trying to catch up."
A slight growl escaped his throat. Korun looked over at him. "Is something wrong, Severus?" He asked.
"No. Nothing." Severus replied. He'd told her not to overdo it with the extra course. He had a feeling that it would have been a bad idea to allow her to continue doing the full time teaching and more than the two courses they had originally agreed to. He'd have to speak to her tomorrow morning. He'd let her be for now. He needed to plan what he would say to her. He than became engaged in a conversation with Korun.
~@~
It was after dinner, and Severus was now in his office, staring out the window that Albus used to look out to watch for his return. He wasn't sure what he was going to say to Hermione. He wasn't sure before if it was good for her to take that extra class, and he was now convinced he was right. One of the house elves entered his office to drop off some tea. Severus looked over at the elf, and recognized her.
"Winky." He said. "Has anyone brought dinner to Professor Granger's chambers? She was not in the Great Hall this evening."
"Yes, Headmaster sir." Winky said. "We is not forgetting Professor Granger."
"Good." He muttered.
Winky looked over at him for a few moments. "Professor Headmaster sir?" She asked.
"Yes Winky?" Severus asked, going back to staring out the window.
"Is everything ok with Miss?" The elf asked.
"Why do you ask?" Severus said, turning back to the elf, slightly concerned.
"When Winky brought Miss the tray, I's finding burnt clothes in the fireplace." Winky replied. "And Miss did not eat food I's bring her."
"I'll check on her. Thank you, Winky." Severus said, now very concerned over her. Studying does not involve burning clothes. So why'd she have clothes in her fireplace? Looks like that talk couldn't wait until morning.
Severus stood from his chair, and began to make his way to her chambers. On his way, he passed Korun, who was apparently doing rounds. "Where you heading, Headmaster?" He asked.
"I just wish to speak with Hermione, Korun." Severus responded, ignoring the look of concern that crossed Korun's face as he continued to walk by. Severus found the portrait that guarded the entrance to Hermione's rooms. He muttered the password, but it didn't work. 'What the hell?' He thought.
"Sorry, sir. Access denied. That is no longer the password to these rooms." The portrait replied.
"I am the Headmaster of this school, and I demand that you allow me through." Severus growled at the portrait.
"I'm sorry, sir. But I am under strict orders from the mistress to not allow anyone in these rooms."
Severus was now convinced that there was something wrong with Hermione. He cast a scanning charm through the room and discovered that she was asleep and currently unharmed. He stalked towards the nearest room with a fireplace, lit the fire, and used the floo network to get through.
Entering Hermione's rooms, he walked to the bedroom. She lay there sleeping, but not peacefully. He'd hoped he'd never have to witness her like this again. She looked tired. He didn't want to disturb her, and would allow her to calm herself before he tried to push some information out of her.
He walked back to the fireplace, and stopped his hand before getting more floo powder. He turned to face the bedroom again. Putting up an additional ward on her room that would let him know the minute she was in danger, he left.
~@~
Hermione woke up the following morning. She spent the first few waking moments more content than she had felt the night before. And than those events replayed in her mind. She reluctantly opened her eyes. When she looked over at the table at the side of her bed, she saw a piece of parchment. She opened the seal.
Mudblood,
Keep in mind, if I hear that you've said anything to anyone, it will not only be your dear Robin suffering an accident.
Hermione was upset, but this was something she could use to prove that Korun was scum. 'Not to bright for such an intelligent man.' She noticed that he had cast a spell on the parchment that made it so that only she could read it. She lifted her wand to the parchment to deactivate the spell. As soon as she did, however, the parchment burnt into ashes and evaporated. 'Damn!' She thought. 'What am I going to do now?'
Hermione pulled herself out of bed. It would do no good raising suspicions if she began to act differently. She'd have to try to get back into her routine before anyone noticed. As she moved, she felt a slight burning sensation on her skin. As she removed her clothing for a shower, she looked down at her body, noticing that her skin was still raw from where she had scrubbed it the night before. Still, she felt dirty, and turned the shower water on at the same temperature that she had the night before. This time, she took considerably less time. Getting out of the shower, she dried herself off, and went to her wardrobe, making sure to grab a blouse and pants. Once she was dressed, she went to her sitting room and called the house elves for a bit of breakfast. It arrived a few minutes later, along with a note from Severus.
Hermione
I would like to speak with you in my office after your classes. Please be prompt.
Severus
Curious as to why he would want to see her, she began to eat her breakfast, going through the Daily Prophet that had been delivered as well. She was thankful for this time that she could spend to think things through, or to just let her mind blank out. Looking at the time, she began to make her way to her classroom, praying to Merlin that she didn't pass Korun on the way.
A/N:
Okay, before I get any reviews telling me that Korun's behaviour makes no sense, please hold off on that thought.
And thank you to all those who reviewed. I'm sorry to make Hermione suffer more.
~@~Aras~@~
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked.
"Don't think your lunchtime escapades have escaped notice, my dear." Korun said, advancing on her. "You can deny it all you want. But the looks in your eyes make it all too obvious."
She backed away as Korun drew closer, wand still pointed towards her. He'd thrown her wand to the side where he was at the desk at the front of the class, and now, she was too far from it to make a run for it. She needed her wand to get around the wards he just placed on the room. She needed to get around him. He advanced again, and she took the opportunity to duck out of his way, and dashed to where she saw it go. When she arrived at the spot, she could not find it.
"Looking for this?" She heard, turning around and seeing that her wand was in Korun's possession. "You won't be needing it right now." He said. "Petrificus Totalus."
Hermione's limbs were frozen and she fell to the ground. Her head smacked into the stone floor, but not hard enough to knock her out. She could feel a small trickle of blood escape above her eye as the Potion's Professor sauntered towards her, a maniacal look in his own. Without a word, he picked her up off the floor, and made his way towards his office. Once inside, he laid her down on his desk, turned to the door, and locked and warded it. Once again turning towards her, he pointed his wand at the desk, and she found her hands bound above her head.
"Finite Incantatum." He said finally. She let out a piercing scream.
"I love the loud ones." He said, grinning at her. He walked up to the desk quickly, pouncing on top of her so that they were nose to nose. "No one can hear you scream, mudblood." He said. "But you can do it all you want." She could feel one of his hands pulling up the hem of her skirt. She began to struggle, and was slapped for her troubles. "I love a screamer, I love a squirmer, and I love to beat 'em." The hand now found the bare skin of her calf, and traveled up her leg until it met with her thigh. He placed a knee between hers, and brought his mouth down in a kiss that was rough and bruising. He bit down on her lip, causing her to cry out and open her mouth so he could slip his tongue in. Once she recovered from her shock, however, she bit down as hard as she could.
"Bitch!" He snapped, checking his tongue for damage and finding that she had broken the skin causing him to bleed. He took another swipe across her face with the back of his right hand. He grabbed a handful of her hair, and forced her to face him. "That's okay. I like it rough." His hand went resumed its position on her thigh, and his other hand came up the other leg. She began to struggle more, trying to tip him off of her. He managed to get a grip on her panties, and ripped them from her body. Her struggles increased tenfold, as she managed to tip him off the desk, causing him to fall on his shoulder with a painful thud.
But he recovered himself quickly. Calmly, he walked over to his display case at the left side of the room, and pulled out a pure silver dagger. He approached her once again, cutting her remaining clothing from her body. He used another binding spell on her legs, causing her struggles to lessen slightly. He took the dagger, and traced random patterns on her abdomen. "This could have been slightly pleasant for you, mudblood." He said. "But I guess I'll be the only one having the fun." He applied more pressure to the dagger on her torso, tracing a more definite pattern. Once he had finished, he lifted it to his face. She could see the traces of blood present on it. Sticking out his tongue, he began to carefully clean the knife, leering at her as he ingested the small amount of blood. "Ah. The blood of the innocent is so delicious. Had I known you were in fact innocent, I would have done this sooner."
Hermione's eyes widened in shock, and she continued to struggle against her restraints, hoping that she could find someplace where the magic was weak enough to break it. Korun climbed on top of the desk, forcing her knees apart, and leaning over her. "I could always use the blood of a virgin in some potions. Could be a good learning experience for the class." He whispered in her ear, seeming to think for a moment. "Nah. I think I'd rather just take you here and now."
Hermione closed her eyes, desperately trying to deny the present reality.
~@~
"The curse of the jaded lover." Korun said, sitting in his office chair, watching with disgusting amusement as Hermione picked up her clothing and turned to look at him. "Just giving you fair warning. If you go to Severus, that is." He said, twirling her wand in his fingers, his shirt still hanging open. "You were having a relapse of your post war distress, I tried to comfort you, and you misread my intentions. I refused you. You got angry with me, and decided to lash out at me by spreading viscous rumours."
"He won't believe that considering the proof you've left all over my body." Hermione said in a solid voice that shocked herself.
"Oh yes! Thank you for reminding me." Korun said, standing up and approaching her. Hermione backed away from him. Korun lifted his wand and began to repair the damage he'd given her earlier.
"Madam Pomfrey will still be able to trace the injuries, Korun." She said.
"And you have no need of her services." He replied, unconcerned. "Especially since Robin would be following you there, in much worse condition."
"What?"
"You know, Professor, that Robin's quarters are much closer to mine than yours." He replied. "I would hate to have to do anything to her. But I would if you said anything."
"Bastard."
He smirked. "Flattery will get you nowhere. Good day. Oh! And before I forget." Korun pointed his wand at her own. "You'll find your wand useless against me. Just a bit of a safety precaution." He threw the wand to her, and allowed her to leave. "Remember our discussion, Hermione."
~@~
Hermione near ran to her quarters, wishing that they were nowhere near the dungeons. She got to her rooms, muttered the password, changed it, and rushed past the door. Running to the bathroom, she threw her clothes off her, turning on the water as hot as she could possibly get it. She stepped into the shower, ignoring her raging nerve endings protests at the extreme temperature. Grabbing a cloth, she scrubbed her skin, putting more and more pressure on it as she quickly increased the speed of her rubbing. Her skin was a bright red, but she still could not get the feel of his hands on her off. She collapsed on the floor in the shower stall, allowing the tears to finally fall while leaning against the wall of the stall.
Slowly, she calmed herself, going from hysterics to a trance. She stared off into the bathroom, no emotion showing on her face. She didn't know how long she stayed like that, but she began to notice that her hands and feet felt like they were prunes. She didn't care, and continued to stare off into nothing. Finally, she stood up, and grabbed a towel. She wrapped herself tightly in it. Leaving the bathroom to head for her bedroom to change, she noticed the clothes that she had thrown off herself earlier were still lying on the floor. Using a levitating charm, she directed the clothes into the lit fireplace, watching them turn to ash.
Turning away from the fireplace, she hurried to her bedroom. She didn't care what time it was, she only cared about ending this day as quickly as possible. Grabbing a shirt and a pair of jogging pants, she climbed into bed, and hid herself underneath the covers.
~@~
"Good evening, Headmaster." Korun said as he entered the Great Hall for dinner. "How are you this evening?"
"I am well." Severus replied. He looked over to the other empty chair beside him. "Have you seen Professor Granger?"
"Not since after lunch." Korun replied. Severus raised an eyebrow at the empty seat, looking for Robin. "Professor Una, have you seen Hermione today?" He asked.
"No, sir." She replied. "But she did mention to me yesterday that she had a lot of work to do. She might just be trying to catch up."
A slight growl escaped his throat. Korun looked over at him. "Is something wrong, Severus?" He asked.
"No. Nothing." Severus replied. He'd told her not to overdo it with the extra course. He had a feeling that it would have been a bad idea to allow her to continue doing the full time teaching and more than the two courses they had originally agreed to. He'd have to speak to her tomorrow morning. He'd let her be for now. He needed to plan what he would say to her. He than became engaged in a conversation with Korun.
~@~
It was after dinner, and Severus was now in his office, staring out the window that Albus used to look out to watch for his return. He wasn't sure what he was going to say to Hermione. He wasn't sure before if it was good for her to take that extra class, and he was now convinced he was right. One of the house elves entered his office to drop off some tea. Severus looked over at the elf, and recognized her.
"Winky." He said. "Has anyone brought dinner to Professor Granger's chambers? She was not in the Great Hall this evening."
"Yes, Headmaster sir." Winky said. "We is not forgetting Professor Granger."
"Good." He muttered.
Winky looked over at him for a few moments. "Professor Headmaster sir?" She asked.
"Yes Winky?" Severus asked, going back to staring out the window.
"Is everything ok with Miss?" The elf asked.
"Why do you ask?" Severus said, turning back to the elf, slightly concerned.
"When Winky brought Miss the tray, I's finding burnt clothes in the fireplace." Winky replied. "And Miss did not eat food I's bring her."
"I'll check on her. Thank you, Winky." Severus said, now very concerned over her. Studying does not involve burning clothes. So why'd she have clothes in her fireplace? Looks like that talk couldn't wait until morning.
Severus stood from his chair, and began to make his way to her chambers. On his way, he passed Korun, who was apparently doing rounds. "Where you heading, Headmaster?" He asked.
"I just wish to speak with Hermione, Korun." Severus responded, ignoring the look of concern that crossed Korun's face as he continued to walk by. Severus found the portrait that guarded the entrance to Hermione's rooms. He muttered the password, but it didn't work. 'What the hell?' He thought.
"Sorry, sir. Access denied. That is no longer the password to these rooms." The portrait replied.
"I am the Headmaster of this school, and I demand that you allow me through." Severus growled at the portrait.
"I'm sorry, sir. But I am under strict orders from the mistress to not allow anyone in these rooms."
Severus was now convinced that there was something wrong with Hermione. He cast a scanning charm through the room and discovered that she was asleep and currently unharmed. He stalked towards the nearest room with a fireplace, lit the fire, and used the floo network to get through.
Entering Hermione's rooms, he walked to the bedroom. She lay there sleeping, but not peacefully. He'd hoped he'd never have to witness her like this again. She looked tired. He didn't want to disturb her, and would allow her to calm herself before he tried to push some information out of her.
He walked back to the fireplace, and stopped his hand before getting more floo powder. He turned to face the bedroom again. Putting up an additional ward on her room that would let him know the minute she was in danger, he left.
~@~
Hermione woke up the following morning. She spent the first few waking moments more content than she had felt the night before. And than those events replayed in her mind. She reluctantly opened her eyes. When she looked over at the table at the side of her bed, she saw a piece of parchment. She opened the seal.
Mudblood,
Keep in mind, if I hear that you've said anything to anyone, it will not only be your dear Robin suffering an accident.
Hermione was upset, but this was something she could use to prove that Korun was scum. 'Not to bright for such an intelligent man.' She noticed that he had cast a spell on the parchment that made it so that only she could read it. She lifted her wand to the parchment to deactivate the spell. As soon as she did, however, the parchment burnt into ashes and evaporated. 'Damn!' She thought. 'What am I going to do now?'
Hermione pulled herself out of bed. It would do no good raising suspicions if she began to act differently. She'd have to try to get back into her routine before anyone noticed. As she moved, she felt a slight burning sensation on her skin. As she removed her clothing for a shower, she looked down at her body, noticing that her skin was still raw from where she had scrubbed it the night before. Still, she felt dirty, and turned the shower water on at the same temperature that she had the night before. This time, she took considerably less time. Getting out of the shower, she dried herself off, and went to her wardrobe, making sure to grab a blouse and pants. Once she was dressed, she went to her sitting room and called the house elves for a bit of breakfast. It arrived a few minutes later, along with a note from Severus.
Hermione
I would like to speak with you in my office after your classes. Please be prompt.
Severus
Curious as to why he would want to see her, she began to eat her breakfast, going through the Daily Prophet that had been delivered as well. She was thankful for this time that she could spend to think things through, or to just let her mind blank out. Looking at the time, she began to make her way to her classroom, praying to Merlin that she didn't pass Korun on the way.
A/N:
Okay, before I get any reviews telling me that Korun's behaviour makes no sense, please hold off on that thought.
And thank you to all those who reviewed. I'm sorry to make Hermione suffer more.
~@~Aras~@~