AN: Ok..I am not speeding up yet. I decided to do another 2 chapters..and then speed up. Hope you like Chapter 5. Kind of short, but to the point.

Chapter 5: The Aftermath

Hermione was trying to keep her eyes shut for as long as she could. The previous events stung at her. He violated her. He touched her. He kissed her. He took her innocence. Her dreams weren't of Dracula that night. It was of Severus Snape.

The shock that hit her face when she read his journal. The tears she tried when he tore her clothes off. When she tried to run, but couldn't. The way he was on top of her. The way he smirked. It killed her. It tore at her insides.

Hermione Dragomir was numb. She wanted to die. She felt that there was a dark cloud hanging above her, shielding the heavens from her so she'd be stuck in hell on earth.

Hermione prayed not to wake up.

Because he would be there.

Hermione tossed and turned. And Severus Snape was trying to calm her sleeping body.

Hermione's fears came true as she woke up. She gasped for air, and then cried. Her tears were warm, unlike the rest of her. She in some way wished that she was captured by Count Dracula instead. Snape, of course, was right beside her. They were in the same bed.

"I see you've stop tossing and turning." Snape looked at her. Hermione stared him down with hate.

"Why?" she sobbed.

"Because I love you."

"Bullshit. You're obsessed with me, and apparently you have been since I was still attending Hogwarts. How long have you been this twisted and sinister, you arse?"

He rolled his eyes. Hermione shuddered as he put his hand on her shoulder. Hermione moved away slightly. He brought her back by placing his hand under her chin. He forced her to look at him. "Language, my pet."

Hermione let a tear fall down once again. She prayed that anyone could save her from her current hell.

(AN: To Satin)

These bits and pieces of Hermione's memories were musings of the Devil. He was pondering hard. To tell his son?

To any normal father, it would be in their best interest for a father to tell their son something like this.

Satin, on the other hand, was far from your average father. He thought of how it would all play out. He knew Severus Snape was the one that raped her. Satin knew almost everything.

He knew of the mortal's loyalty to Voldemort, who wasn't the holiest of men. Lord Voldemort was compared to himself many times. Satin knew no one could outmatch him. No one could kill him either. And no one should mess with his son and his property. Voldemort also respected Satin, very highly for that matter. The choices were running through his head.

He had two options.

To Tell Dracula, causing Voldemort and Dracula's decades old alliance slip, and break the rules of the birthmark on Hermione,

or,

To not say anything at all, and wait till the time was right.

All these thoughts spinning inside his head. Another question came to him.

Which one was going benefit him?

(AN: Severus Snape Later meeting with Voldemort.)

"You wished to see me, My Lord?" Snape bowed and approached his master.

"I wish to know how things are with you and Miss Dragomir."

"Things were a bit rocky at first, but I made it clear who she belonged to."

"Excellent." Voldemort grinned.

"I suggest that Miss Dragomir and I should be betrothed soon. She might try to escape if it isn't done early enough. The girl tried to this afternoon. I ended up locking her in my office. She has no way out of there."

"I understand, and agree, Severus. In a weeks time, she'll be Mrs. Snape."

There wicked plan was in full swing.

AN: Please Read and Review. Chapter 6 will be better, I promise!