Sugar and Spice
Chapter Eight
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Harry was surprised to feel Hermione tear from his grip and run off, out into the gardens and out of sight. His eyes caught onto Ron's, who pointed to his left, towards Snape. The professor was also quickly exiting, but not as obviously. He slithered away and was lost in the massive crowd or students.
Giving Ron one last worried look, Harry went off to find Ginny.
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"Miss Granger, stay calm." Snape said as they entered the Forbidden Forest. "Voldemort wants you to be scared. Terrorizing you only pleasures him."
That didn't help Hermione at all. She was walking through the Forbidden Forest at night when it was dark out with a Death Eater. Well, she was a Death Eater, too, but unwillingly.
The pair reached the trees and strange words flew out of her mouth, opening the passageway leading downstairs. Pops could be heard around them as other Death Eaters arrived behind them. Hermione stood a little bit closer to Snape as she felt eyes land on her. Hermione was, after all, wearing that flaunting dress which would get her attention under and circumstances. She made her way nervously to the large wooden doors and Snape opened them, dragging Hermione in behind him.
Hermione staggered and fell to her knees in another forced bow to the Dark Lord. Her already sore knees ached from the cold stone floor, the fabric on her dress torn in a few places. Torches dimly lit up the stone room, but the Gryffindor couldn't recognize any faces yet. Death Eaters made a semi-circle around the throne at which Voldemort was sitting and Hermione was still on her knees in the middle. She got off of her knees and stood, feeling a stinging sensation.
"I am pleased to see so many of my followers here." The Dark Lord began. His eyes fell on Hermione. "Especially you, Miss Granger."
Though no words were spoken, Hermione could tell the Death Eaters were shocked to have someone like her, a mudblood, standing before them. She didn't lose concentration or drop Voldemort's gaze.
"A mudblood, my Lord?" A voice spoke up from behind her.
"Do you doubt my judgment, Crabbe?" Voldemort questioned fiercely.
"Of course not, my Lord. Please forgive me."
"Yes, a mudblood. Though this Gryffindor is against everything we all stand for, she will help us greatly. No one will suspect her of joining us-"
"I didn't join willingly, you scum wad!" Hermione blurted out. Crucio hit her instantly and she fell to her knees, withering in pain but refusing to scream. He might hurt her, but her spirit would not break.
"No one will suspect her because of her heritage and housing. She is indeed a Gryffindor and friend of Harry Potter." Voldemort hadn't lifted the curse yet.
Pain surged through Hermione's body and it was using everything in her not to make any sound. He dug her nails into her palms and bit her lip until it bled and shut her eyes tightly. None of it seemed to alleviate any pain.
"Granger has only been with us a few days and bears the Mark, indeed, unwillingly. Severus brought her to me and he will be paid back in return graciously."
"You are too kind, my Lord." Snape said, swooping into a bow. "I live to serve you."
"Severus is my most trusted servant." Voldemort added, finally lifting the curse.
Hermione let out a breath and ignored all of the horrible aching inside her and stood up, her eyes meeting Voldemort's again. Her insides churned against the vile creature sitting in front of her. Everything inside hated and despised him.
"But we have yet to break her strong Gryffindor spirit. She is very tough, I will give her that." Hermione let the Dark Lord's compliment go. "When we are finished with her, she will be as loyal to me as Severus is now. Granger will no longer resist serving and killing for me."
Hermione was about to say something, but something inside of her made her stop. She couldn't take another hit again; for she would faint on the spot and God knows what horrible things the filthy Death Eaters would do to her.
"Have you had your way with her yet, Severus?" Hermione's eyes widened, but she quickly hid her anxiety.
"Yes, my Lord." Snape had a smirk on his face. Hermione trembled invisibly.
Voldemort let out a laugh that shook Hermione's bones. "And you enjoyed her, did you not?"
"I did."
"A virgin, I assume?"
"Not anymore." Snape's smirk widened.
Laughs rang out about the room, echoing off of the walls. Hermione didn't find this amusing at all. Her virginity had been unwillingly claimed, but not by her potions professor.
"Turn around, mudblood." Voldemort instructed. When she stood still, he yelled, "Imperio!"
Hermione had lost control of her body, but was fighting with the little strength she had left in her. She gave in and turned around.
"That's a good girl." Voldemort said softly so only she could hear it. She wanted to vomit.
"Now isn't she attractive for a mudblood?" Voldemort asked, raising his voice to speak to everyone. Nods and murmurs over agreement went throughout the room. "Give us a little show, mudblood."
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Ginny awoke next to Harry in his bed as the past few hours came back to her. They had left the dance early, slightly tipsy from the spiked punch. The pair had been making out heavily on Harry's bed and things got… intense.
She shifted and sat up and suddenly remembered she was naked. Ginny grabbed her clothes and slipped them on and then silently exited Harry's dormitory.
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Hermione held back tears as she pulled her clothes back on. She turned around and faced Voldemort as he lifted the Imperious curse off of her.
"You all may leave." The Dark Lord announced.
Hermione turned around and left behind Snape silently, having nothing to say. She said nothing the entire walk back to Hogwarts. As she was about to turn off towards Gryffindor tower, she stopped.
"Professor." She said, her voice raspy. "May I stay with you tonight?"
Snape looked slightly taken aback for a moment, but quickly hid it. "Why would you want to do that?"
Hermione paused, wording her thoughts logically. "I don't want to be alone." She said. "You have alleviating potions."
"If you must." Hermione nodded and trudged behind Snape to his private quarters.
"Thank you."
"Don't get used to this."
Hermione changed out of her dress, transfiguring it into a nightgown before taking some potions to relieve her pain.
The moment Hermione's head hit the pillow, she was out. Sleep came in with open arms.
Snape sat by her side all night. He could tell when she was having a dream and broke out in cold sweats.
He considered breaking into her thoughts and viewing her dream, almost decided against it but did it anyway. Curiosity killed the cat. It was good that Snape was not a cat, then.
Snape gently entered her mind, closing his eyes with concentration. Images flooded his mental vision and he viewed, taking in all details.
Hermione was running down a dark alleyway, breathing heavily. She kept on glancing behind her frightenedly, and finally tripped over her feet, falling harshly to the cement. She turned over onto her back and grabbed her wrist in pain. A shadow covered her body as she looked up and screamed. Snape couldn't see the face of the person hovering over Hermione because of the dim lighting and shadows, but anyone could tell that it was a man, though.
The man went to his knees and put himself on top of Hermione, ignoring her screams and cries for help. He put a silencing charm on her, proving to Snape that he was a wizard. The man forced his lips onto Hermione's and began feeling his way up her shirt. Hermione thrashed and squirmed, but her captor was bigger and stronger than she was and quickly removed her shirt. The Gryffindor had shut her eyes closed tight as the man quickly took off her pants.
"You know you want me, Granger…" The man whispered huskily.
From what Snape could tell, Hermione had tried to yell a sling of curses at him, but none worked thanks to the silencing charm. Her underwear and bra were off in a matter of seconds and the man was touching her as tears streamed down Hermione's cheeks. She shook in the cold and trembled from fear. The man positioned himself and thrust into her madly, going faster and faster and picking up speed. Hermione was screaming silently and wriggling around. Her squirming only seem to arouse the man, because he flipped her over and went doggy style, holding onto Hermione's hips and bucking into her wildly. The man finally climaxed and brought himself out of her, breathing heavily.
Hermione stood to run away, but the man grabbed onto her and pulled her to the ground, pulling her legs apart and shoving his mouth into her womanhood. She was still squirming to escape, but she was shoving herself into his face, making her captor think she was enjoying herself. This made him shove two fingers into her, pulling them in and out at an incredibly fast tempo. He added more fingers until he was fisting her, still going madly.
He finally pushed Hermione away and put his pants back on. When he stood, his face appeared.
It was none other than Lucius Malfoy.
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Hermione awoke in a cold sweat and breathing heavily.
She had The Dream again, for the third time this week. Why had something that happened the summer of her third year still haunt her so?
When it had happened, all she could ask herself was 'what did I do to deserve this?' For a while, the only males she trusted were Harry, Ron and Dumbledore. She eventually put the incident in the back of her mind and had had a peaceful life until this week. The Dream had come back, and it was defiantly not a good thing.
Hermione sat up and looked around, finding Snape on the floor next to her. He looked odd while he was asleep. Well, not odd, but… calm. His icy shield wasn't up and Hermione took the chance to actually study his face. It looked softer up close and didn't look as overpowering. His face looked empty without his eyes open, though.
Letting out a sigh, the Gryffindor got out of bed, limping on her scabbed knees, and left Snape a not explaining that she'd be going back to her usual classes.
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Snape couldn't believe what he'd seen. Had that nightmare actually occurred? Or was it just a provoked dream?
Either way, someone as brave as Hermione was didn't deserve anything like that. Snape couldn't help be feel protective over her, wanting to ensure that something like this would never happen- again, if it did. But only because she was a student, of course.
And Lucius Malfoy of all people! To rape a mudblood is the worst thing someone of his social status to do. Something must be done.
But what?
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A/N- Okay, I know I screwed up last chapter with the Harry/Ginny and Harry/Hermione pairings, but I fixed it to where Harry had broken up with Ginny while Hermione was still asleep. Sorry this one is so… mature, but it matches the ratings, loves. Keep up the lovely reviews!