A.S.D.W.

It Only Pours

"So…how are you doing?" I took the question for what it was. "I'm f-…doing b-…." My throat had become to constricted with grief and the words just wouldn't come out, so I sighed and settled for giving him a defeated look.

He understood. There was a long silence; he gave me the time I needed. "I can still feel him," I whispered. "And taste him…." I couldn't hide the look of disgust and horror on my pale face as I drew in a rattling breathe. "I don't think I'll ever forget…what he did to me." A lone tear slid down my face and I gave him a sad smile.

"I've heard girls talk about…their first time but…they couldn't tell me…I wasn't prepared for…how it feels, when someone takes it from you." Avoiding his gaze would have been much easier but I had to look at him, try and make him understand. "Like he's branding his name on your soul, forever…and it will never come off."

I finally broke down, looking at my hands as the tears rapidly falling down my cheeks spattered over my fingers, ashamed at this unforgivable display of weakness. 'Come on, Hermione', I tried to tell myself. 'Suck it up, your tougher than this'. I heard him get up from his chair behind his desk where he wore a façade all day because his job required it.

The façade was gone as he took me in his arms and held me, telling me it was going to be okay. The sobs that racked my body shook us both. I buried my face in his chest until I calmed down, then he tilted my chin up so I was looking at him and kissed my hand.

"I'm going to find out who did this to you."

(((Change P.O.V.)))

"So…how are you doing?" I asked, she knew what I meant. "I'm f-…doing b-…." She looked so beaten, so…defeated. Somewhere deep down a boiling anger erupted at the bastard that did this to her. She had no right to be defeated.

"I can still feel him," she whispered. "And taste him." Her breathing had become suddenly uneven and her eyes,…her eyes looked so deadened and haunted. Emotionless. "I don't think I'll ever forget…what he did to me." It was then my heart broke for her.

"I've heard girls talk about…their first time but, they couldn't tell me…I wasn't prepared for…how it feels when someone takes it from you." I was about to tell her it would be okay but then she looked up at me, pleading, begging me to understand. "Like he's branding his name on your soul, forever…and it will never come off."

She finally broke down and I just sat for a minute as she cried. She never cried, never for herself, she was stronger than that. Her heart was always with the victim. And to see her like that, so broken, it was more than I could bear. For all that I had seen, I could just imagine what they would say if they ever found out that this is what finally broke the great Severus Snape.

I got up from my chair and took her in my arms, telling her it would be okay, until her sobs quieted. I tilted her chin, making sure she was looking at me so she would know I fully meant what I was about to say;

"I'm going to find out who did this to you."

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A/N: I do know that this is kinda crappy but I was feeling instead of just writing when I had the pen in my hand and I couldn't bring myself to change it. I hope you enjoyed.