Author's Note: Fellow readers, I found my note book. My two year old sister thought it would be funny to shove it with all of my movies and I hadn't thought to look there. She actually came into my room and took it out of its hiding spot and tried to get away with it. I'll never know what she wanted it for, lol. Thanks to that I bring you...

Painful Pleasure

Harry slowly peeled his eyes open and saw... nothing. All he saw was pitch black. There was nothing but darkness. He strained to hear something, anything that would tell him where he was but there was nothing. The only thing he could hear was soft breathing. It took him a moment to realize that there was someone else with him. He was sure because his breathing had sped up as adrenaline pumped through his veins. The breathing he was hearing, however, was soft and even. Someone was asleep. Who would be asleep at a time like this?"

"Hello", Harry rasped into the darkness.

There was no answer and Harry wondered if he hadn't been losing his mind. He tried to get up from the chair he was sitting on, only to find his legs and writs bound to it. Panic began to well up in his consciousness and he frantically searched his last memory. He remembered that he and Severus had come up short on information. He remembered feeling frustrated. He remembered taking a walk down to the Great Lake and staring at the surface, trying to find something he was missing. Something he could feel nagging at the back of his mind. He remembered the panic he felt as a spell whizzed by his head. He remembered trying to seek solace in the confines of Hogwarts, but after that everything else is fuzzy. He only now realized that there was a dull ache in his head. He shook it to clear the ache and fuzziness, only to have his head pound for his effort. A soft grunt mad him forget about the ache momentarily, though he hadn't known what that sound was. He had a feeling it could be no worst than the pain zinging through his skull.

"Hello", he called again tentatively.

He heard a groan and then muttering. If he listened hard enough he could hear a male voice cursing and fighting off invisible chains that held him into place. If Harry listened hard enough, he could just make out a significance to that voice.

"Severus?"

The voice stopped and seemed to try to make out who had called him through the darkness.

"Severus is that you? Are you alright?"

"Potter," Severus asked incredulous.

"Yeah, what happened? How did we get here?"

"I don't know how you came to be here, but I was brought here by a blond haired snake."

"Malfoy? Why? For what purpose."

"I seem to remember angering him, though I cannot remember how."

"Hmm, What the hell am I doing here than. I didn't anger the prat."

Severus scoffed.

"Alright," Harry amended, "Maybe I did. Going after his boyfriend and all."

"I prefer..."

"Lover on the count that it makes you feel old. You are not a boy... I know Severus. I have heard this lecture for too many times thanks."

Severus lapsed into silence, but it turned out he didn't have to actually say anything as a door was thrown open and bickering filled the silence.

"You said we were to only grab, Potter. You said that if we did this, he'd leave us alone and we could go on about our business. You said that no one would ever have to know," said a female voice.

"Yeah, so," Said a male voice and another male scoffed.

"Why did you bring Snape, Malfoy? Why is he chained to the chair in the room with Potter?"

"Because he wants his trash, alright! He chose Potter, so I had to make sure neither got the other."

"Snape wouldn't have known what happened to Potter had you not have brought him here and tied him to a chair in the same room as Potter," The female screeched.

"What are we supposed to do now. We didn't want revenge on Snape, only Potter, you screwed things up big time Malfoy!"

"I didn't. I want Severus to suffer. I want him to feel what it feels like to have the person you love break your heart. I want him to watch as his world crumbles to pieces, just as I had to watch as mine did. Only, I want it to be more intense for him. I want him to really feel it. To live with it. You two will do to Potter as we planned. Severus will just have to watch. To know that he is powerless. He'd has to know that there is nothing he can do that will save his precious Potter!"

Severus all but scoffed and three pairs of eyes whirled on him.

"So you are awake I see," Draco sneered.

"Indeed. I must say Draco that I expected better from you. Especially to whom you hold present company. Tell me, was it necessary to involve Mrs. Granger-Zabini and her husband. It seems a bit low, even for you."

"Shut up! You no longer have permission to use my given name. You threw away that right."

"Did I know, Draco, tell me. What is it that you plan to do. Do you want to take the spell covering my eyes off so that I may watch as you knock some sense into Potter. Or is it so that I may look into his eyes and feel useless as you make him scream and plead for his life. Or do you want me to plead for mine. Would you like me to crawl on my knees and kiss the hem of your robes and tell you how sorry I am for noticing that you are indeed a 'prat'. Would you like me to tell you that I love you, when you know full well that I grew tired of our relationship long ago. Would you like..."

"Shut up, Severus. Shut up!"

Draco signaled for Hermione and Blaise to come forward and the spell holding Severus blind was lifted and for the first time he got a look at a bright dungeon cell, and the man whom sat bound in the other chair. He took a moment to look him over and noticed that he had dried blood on his forward and he seemed to be staring at nothing.

"So, you have blinded him as well. Will you keep him that way Malfoy? Will you make it so that he can sense that you are going to hit him but he will never be able to see it. Or do you want Granger..."

"Zabini..."

"...to do it. Drive a knife in a wound?"

"Shut up," Draco screeched and backhanded Severus across the cheek.

Severus' head whipped to the side. When his senses came back to him, he spat blood on the floor at Draco's feet.

"Struck a nerve, did I?" You forget, Malfoy," He spat the name with such conviction, "That I am a Slytherin and once headed the house. You also forget that for a time I was a loyal Death Eater. You can not hide from me."

Draco stared for a moment, furious, before anger dissolved into laughter.

"You may have been all those things, but can memory hold to practice?"

Severus' eyes narrowed challengingly, but Draco just laughed and turned on his heel facing Potter. He signaled to Hermione, and she knew what to do. She stood in front of Harry wand drawn. Blaise lifted the blinding hex and Draco and Hermione watched as Harry blinked to adjust to the light. Feeling triumphant, Draco moved to the side a little, giving Severus a better view of Harry. Severus watched as Harry's eyes landed on Hermione. Harry watched Hermione bob her wand, the color slowly drained from his face as he seemed to realize that this Hermione really was his enemy.

"'Mione?"

Hermione scoffed and shrieked.

"Only Ron is allowed to call me that."

A bright blue hex that Harry wasn't familiar with shot from the tip of her wand and connected with Harry's body. Nothing happened after a while and Severus let his breath out subtly. After all, he couldn't admit that he was worried that Granger would actually do something. His relief was short lived when Harry started to scream. He started to fight the chains that bound him, tried to get away from the pain that suddenly exploded in his being. Only to have the chains burn and hiss at a spell Draco shot at clenched his jaw. He would not give Draco the satisfaction of seeing him worried. Be he swore, he would murder his once lover! He couldn't believe that Draco would go to such lengths. He obviously didn't know this man... no this child... at all.

Harry suddenly stopped screaming, sagging into the chair. He was breathing heavily and looked as if he would pass out at any moment. Draco looked over to Severus, noting his white knuckled death grip he had on the chair and laughed.

"Not feeling so confident now are you?"

Harry panted for a moment more, and then squared his shoulders and looked at Hermione.

"Hermione, please. I know what happened to Ron, I now that it was probably my fault he died, but I never wanted him dead, you have to believe me. Ron was like my brother, and you were like my sister. To wake up to people telling me that my husband is not my husband. That my nest friends are not my friends, not to mention that one was gone and their was no way to get him back. To know that the man I loved wholeheartedly, loved another. to have you resent me so much for something i know I couldn't have prevented. It hurts so much. I miss you both, so much."

For a moment, Hermione hesitated, but them she squared her shoulders and shot a bone breaking curse at Harry. Harry managed to suppress an ear splitting scream, but Severus still winced at the pain that crossed his face. Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to take much more of this. His vision was already graying out and he didn't have much time left. He could just make out Severus fighting his bonds and he could see Draco laughing before the world spun away.

To be continued.