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"You do care for him, don't you?" he asked thoughtfully. Hermione didn't know how to answer. With a flick of Voldemort's wand, he levitated Severus' broken body and led an increasingly nervous Hermione inside followed by a dissatisfied looking Bellatrix and Yaxley. Apparently they had been hoping for a punishment of some sort for Hermione and Severus.

Severus was beginning to stir. He wasn't conscious yet; he was in that in-between world where dreams still seem real and you don't remember reality quite yet. He enjoyed it immensely because experience told him that he would never wake up to anything good.

His eyes opened. He couldn't immediately tell exactly where he was. It wasn't uncommon for him to go on mission for the Dark Lord and wake up injured somewhere unfamiliar and not know how he got there. In fact it amused him when he was waking up like this to imagine where in the world he might be. Not long ago, he had awoken in a muddy ditch in Ireland. And there was that time he woke up in a dark cave hundreds of miles from anywhere he knew. But he had long ago learned to not stress over figuring out how he ended up wherever he was.

He blinked again and saw the room he was in more clearly. He was in a room and not in some ditch. A definite improvement. As he looked to his right he recognized the decorations. He was in a room in the Dark Lord's headquarters, but how he had ended up there he had no idea. He racked his brain trying to remember what mission he had been on when he looked to his left and almost jumped out of the bed. There was a woman lying in the bed next to him with her back turned towards him.

She woke up with his startled movements and sat up to turn and look at him. It was Hermione Granger. And with that recognition, the last bit of blissful ignorance vanished from his mind as he remembered everything from the last few weeks. And then he remembered the mission they had been on.

She looked horrible. There was blood matted in her hair and some dried on her face. Her eyes had circles under them like she hadn't had any rest.

"Hermione, are you okay? You're hurt," he finally managed to say. He tried to sit up, but as he did he became very aware of a searing pain in his stomach.

"Don't try to move yet. And, uh, I'm- I'm fine. I just haven't cleaned the blood up but all my injuries are healed. But you shouldn't be worried about my injuries," she said, looking at him with concern. She also looked very worried. Her dark and serious eyes looked far too old for her. Waiting for his response, Hermione performed a few quick cleaning spells to deal with the blood in her clothes and hair. She had fallen into a restless sleep after she knew Severus would live.

Severus regained some of his composure when he was fully awake.

"How did we end up here? I don't remember anything except getting attacked. Why are we here? Is…everything okay?" Severus asked.

Hermione bit her lip and looked more worried.

"Well, you threw me out of the way when they attacked. You fought them like crazy, but one of them got to you with a dagger and threw you across the room. I managed to make my way to you and Apparate us away. I figured we couldn't go back to the Order in our state. You know how they would react," she said looking at him for confirmation. He nodded. They would certainly react badly.

"And, well, this is the only other place I could think to go," she continued and she looked more and more worried.

"What else?" he asked. Her worry was starting to worry him. She cast a careful Muffliato charm just in case anyone was listening in on them.

"Well it seems I accidentally brought something back with us. A book that was on the shelf they threw you against," she said and bit her lip again.

"What was it?"

"Um, well it was titled Immortalirituals, or at least that was the best I could translate it. It was definitely dark magic. And Vol- I mean, the Dark Lord came outside to find us and saw the book and looked excited. I gave it to him because I really didn't have a choice. But I have a feeling it's a bad book for Him to have," she finished looking anxious.

Severus sighed in relief. He was worried it was worse.

"The book which you gave Him, which is not your fault, is a book he has been looking for. It's very rare, only three of four copies are in existence. It concerns dark magic having to do with necromancy. For obvious reasons, he is interested in cheating death," he said. Hermione's eyes widened. Severus quickly continued, "But don't worry. He has been searching for it for many years and Dumbledore knew of it. Dumbledore has actually examined a copy and concluded that Voldemort can't find any usefulness in the magic described. It won't get him any closer to immortality."

With the last words relief washed over Hermione and she felt like she could breathe for the first time since they left.

"So what happened? In more detail," he inquired gently.

"Um, I Apparated us back, we were both injured. When I knew I had no choice but to give him the book, I played it so he thought I brought it to him on purpose, saying I thought he might be able to use it. He- was very pleased. He brought us both inside an brought us up to this room. He was talking to me but there was a commotion out in the hallway. Apparently some Death Eaters got in a fight, so He healed me up a bit, which surprised me, and left me some potions and things to take care of you. That was hours ago. It's nighttime, almost midnight. He hasn't been back yet," Hermione said. She was still just overwhelmingly relieved she had not given Voldemort a weapon.

"You managed a Side-Along Apparition when we were both injured?" he asked, impressed. She nodded, but did not recognize the implied compliment.

"It was the only thing I could think to do!" she cried, worried he was unhappy with the risk she took.

"No, Hermione. You did- very good," he said slowly, not sure how to reassure her. Hermione's eyes met his. She still looked concerned and stressed, but some of the apprehension was gone. She sighed and looked down.

"You almost died. I was almost sure you were dead for a moment," she said softly. Severus was yet again stunned; why would she be upset if he should die? But before he could comprehend it, Hermione continued on, "Like I said, he fixed me up a bit and left me to take care of you, but the potions he gave me only did so much. I've done what I can for your injuries, but you still need some other help." She swallowed and looked at the wound on his abdomen. It was still weeping blood into the bandage. His broken leg was fixed but still aching.

"Thank you, Hermione," he said. He was angry that he had left her alone to deal with the vampires and then the Dark lord.

"Are you unhappy with me? You look upset," Hermione said. Her face was still drawn tight with all the stress and uncertainty.

"No, you did everything right. Better than I would have thought. I just regret that you had to deal with all that by yourself because I got injured," he finished. He tried to keep his voice even. He was uncomfortable with how personal this was. And he was uncomfortable with the fact that he felt indebted to her.

Hermione didn't say anything. He had an immense and overwhelming sense of duty. She could understand that. She looked at him a moment before she reached to check his injury. As her hand reached the wrapping on his stomach, he grabbed her wrist. She jumped.

"I- I just need to check it," she said breathlessly. He had reacted in such a way because he had just realized he was bare-chested and naked from the hips up. His pants were rolled up on his left leg where he assumed she had healed his leg. He also realized his arms were bare which meant she could see his Dark Mark. That was what bothered him the most. He didn't let anyone see it except when he had to, such as when he showed it to Erik, proving who his master was.

Severus let go of her wrist and clapped it over his left forearm. She looked at him uncertainly.

As she redressed the wound she ventured to say, "I've already seen it. The Mark, I mean. You don't have to hide it from me."

He looked at her but said nothing. He was torn between relief and annoyance. Who was she to think he was hiding from her? Then he realized he was doing just that. Still saying nothing, he let his arms fall back to his side. As Hermione finished dressing the wound, she looked at his left arm and at the tattoo. He visibly tensed.

"I'm sorry I make you uncomfortable by looking at it. I just-"she stopped and looked away. She picked up his wand from the bedside table and handed it to him.

"You just what?" he asked. His voice was a little more cutting than he intended and she bit her lip again.

"I think He was going to give me one," she said looking down with a frown.

"Why do you believe that? Tell me everything he said," Severus said with urgency. He didn't like this.

"Well, he brought us upstairs but left Bellatrix and Yaxley, who were there when we returned, downstairs so it was just us. He put you on the bed and stopped the bleeding for a moment so we could talk. He told me He was very pleased with what I had done. Fighting the vampires, bringing him the book, bringing you back here when I could have gone back to the Order; he was pleased with all of it. He said he is willing to disregard my blood status because of my loyalty and tell all of his followers to do the same so I will be safe here, and that's when he asked if I was truly loyal to Him and not just you. Of course, I had to say yes, so He took my left arm and told me I deserved His mark despite being Muggle-born," Hermione explained.

"Why didn't he?" Severus was still concerned over this.

"Well I mentioned it may be a bit suspicious if Hermione Granger, well known Muggle-Born and friend of Harry Potter, was caught with a Dark Mark," she said looking distant. "It was the only thing I could think of. I mean, it makes sense, so I don't think He thought anything of me arguing the point. That was when the commotion out in the hallway began. He- he kissed my hand and dropped my arm. He told me we can leave when we like, so I was just waiting for you to wake up."

Severus let out a long, deep sigh. "Hermione, you did very well. Not many people can stay calm and level-headed like that under so much pressure. It's…impressive for one so inexperienced with all of this," Severus managed to choke out. He was not in the practice of handing out compliments, but after what she went through he felt she deserved some appreciation. She had saved his life.

Hermione didn't say anything, but looked back to his Dark Mark.

"Can I look at it?" she asked timidly. She felt she may be crossing a line, but she had never gotten a good look at one. Her curiosity was eating at her.

Severus clinched his jaw as he thought, but surprisingly he lifted his left arm toward her. He looked away, knowing the look of horror and disgust would follow, as it always did. His eyes snapped back to her when he felt a cold fingertip trace the snake through the skull. Her face was not contorted in disgust; rather, she looked intrigued as she traced the entire tattoo.

"Does it always hurt when he summons you?" she asked softly, afraid he would pull back if she spoke to loud.

"Always." Hermione nodded with a sympathetic look on her face as she withdrew her hand. She turned away toward the bedside table and handed him his shirt.

"Do you think you can handle a Side-Along Apparition back to the Order?" she asked as he started to pull his shirt on.

"Ye-" he began but stopped in a hiss of pain as he twisted his body to pull the shirt on. Hermione walked around to his side of the bed. He shied away from her, but she only sighed.

"Just let me help you," she said in a tired voice. She wasn't forceful or judgmental. She just wanted to help him and get them back safely. It was Severus' turn to sigh as he stopped pulling back from her.

With nimble fingers, she quickly but carefully got his arms in the shirt and buttoned up the front. It occurred to her that he could probably button it up himself, but he made no move to stop her. Perhaps he enjoyed having someone who actually genuinely wanted to help him. Just as she finished the top button, they heard someone approaching the door.

Their eyes met for a brief second before Severus placed a hand around the back of her head and drew her into a passionate kiss. It took Hermione by so much surprise that she wasn't ready for it and she unintentionally melted into his arms. Maybe that had been his plan.

The door opened and Bellatrix walked in to see Severus and Hermione in their own world, or so it looked.

"Oh, you're awake," she said in mock-concern, though there was a tinge of disappointment, "and already playing."

Hermione pulled back from Severus but he kept a protective arm around her waist and pulled her close to him between his legswhere he sat on the edge of the bed. Whether it was protective or possessive Hermione couldn't decide, but either way but she couldn't help but appreciate how strong his arms felt around her or how warm he was next to her. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so safe or secure. She was about to chastise herself for thinking like that, but the she remembered she was almost past the point of awkwardness with Severus Snape.

"Can we help you?" Severus asked coldly.

"Oh please Severus, don't speak for her. The Dark Lord made it clear she is to be considered…equal now. After just one mission," she said in a voice that was riddled with bitterness and…jealousy? Hermione remembered hearing the rumors about the nature of Voldemort's and Bellatrix's relationship. At first Hermione had doubted it, but then again…

"All the same, what do you want?"

"The Lord sent me to see if you were awake. He wants you to leave as soon as you can so as not to arouse the suspicion of the Order," she stated, clearly enjoying telling them to get out.

Without a word, Severus stood up and Hermione noticed that he showed no signs of being in pain though he had to be. He kept his arm around her waist as they picked up their wands and silently exited the room with Bellatrix following. As they walked downstairs heading toward the door, Hermione heard the babble of several Death Eaters congregated in the hallway. They rounded the corner and they all fell silent, looking at Severus and Hermione. Several vehement whispers broke out, but this time Hermione did not react. She was too tired to care.

They were almost out to the door when someone roughly grabbed Hermione's arm, wrenching her out of Severus' grasp. It was none other than Lucius Malfoy.

He pushed her into a stone pillar while he pointed his wand at Severus who paused.

Lucius held Hermione against the pillar with a hand around her throat and a knee between her legs pushing up into her crotch painfully. He leaned forward and whispered into Hermione's ear, "Mark my words, Mudblood. I don't know what you are up to but I know you are loyal to the Potter brat. I will put an end to this. And I haven't forgotten about my other promise," he finished, dropping his wand hand to run along her thigh. She could smell fire-whiskey on his breath.

Severus took the opportunity of Lucius' lowered wand hand to step forward, but a cold voice stopped him.

"Lucius," Voldemort hissed as he entered the room. Lucius immediately dropped his grip on Hermione and stepped away from her.

"Is there any particular reason you have disregarded my words about the girl?" he hissed in a low and dangerously soft voice.

"No, my master, I- I only worry for your safety. I feel she is still alleged to-"

"Do you feel I am unable to determine these things for myself?"

"No, my Lord, I-"

"SILENCE!"

Hermione had never seen Lucius Malfoy cringe like that. A cruel smile then began to dance on Voldemort's lips. Hermione knew that couldn't be good.

"Hermione, my dear, come here," Voldemort said smoothly. Hermione managed to notice a miniscule nod from Severus before she walked to stand by Voldemort's side.

"Now, Lucius was the one who captured you. He was under commands to bring any prisoners directly here. Did he bring you directly here?"

Hermione froze but then shook her head.

"And just now, he threatened you?"

Hermione nodded.

"Well, my dear, it seems has haw wronged you more than once. Perhaps he should learn some humility at your hands," Voldemort suggested happily. "You know the Cruciatus curse, how to do it?" Hermione's entire body froze, but she willed herself to stay calm and to leave a passive look on her face. She slowly nodded and she saw Severus shift where he was standing. Voldemort stepped away from her, leaving her a clear view of an angry and apprehensive looking Lucius who was backed against the pillar he had her against.

Even if this was Lucius Malfoy, she didn't want to torture him. But did she have a choice? If she didn't, it wouldn't please Voldemort and his unusual kindness to her may disappear. It would put her and Severus both in danger. She guessed this was another test to make sure she would do as she was commanded.

She quickly thought of what she knew about the Cruciatus Curse. She knew the words, but she knew you also really have to mean it. Hermione quickly thought about when Lucius had captured her. How he had hit her, humiliated her…what he had meant to do to her. Hermione allowed her anger to surface, even as she was thinking how wrong this was to do. She remembered how he had stripped her down, then how he had started to pull her knickers down…

"Crucio," Hermione said coldly. She could hear a few gasps as Lucius hit the floor screaming. Hermione couldn't help but feel her eyes widen. She was doing this to him. She could feel the power connecting her to him, the power she had over him, and she didn't like it. She counted to 10 and released it. Lucius was a writhing heap of gasps and cries of pain.

Hermione lowered her wand but kept her face passive. Voldemort chuckled.

"Very good. Everyone will do well to remember this. You may go," he directed the last words to Hermione and Severus who both quickly obliged. As they exited the large metal door, she could still hear Lucius recovering and gasping for breath while Voldemort laughed.

They stood there a moment before Hermione remembered she needed to Apparate them. Severus was still in no condition to try. She absently grabbed his arm, unaware of the shocked and worried look he directed at her.

Once she had them back to the sidewalk outside Grimmauld Place, Hermione couldn't hold it in anymore. She burst into tears. She dropped to her face to her hands, sobbing and gasping just like Lucius had. She couldn't believe she had done that. She had caused him such pain. She hated it. She didn't want to do that. There's a reason they're called Unforgivable Curses. Anyone with a conscience can't just perform one of them without remorse.

She hated that she was crying in front of Severus Snape of all people, but she couldn't help it. And as she was crying, all the emotions from the last weeks she had never expressed started coming out to. The trauma from sending her parents away, almost getting raped, having sex with Snape, having to lie to everyone, getting attacked by vampires, thinking Severus was dead, having to torture Lucius; everything came out.

She heard Severus mutter a silencing spell around them. She was surprised when she felt Severus turn to face her and put a hesitant hand on her back. The Professor in Severus was screaming that she was his student and that this was inappropriate. He silently scoffed at his conscience. He had gone beyond inappropriate with Hermione Granger. And he wished he could take it all back. But he couldn't.

"I was wondering when you were finally going to let it all get to you," he said softly, unconsciously pulling her against his chest. At first she tensed at the contact, but soon relaxed.

"What?" she managed to gasp out between sobs. She didn't even fight his embrace. It was more comforting than anything at this moment. She couldn't tell her friends or Remus or her parents about anything. Severus was the only one who knew what she had been through. She didn't like to admit it, but now they were dependent on each other at some level.

"I've asked about how you've been the last weeks. It seems that you are just fine, to everyone else. I was wondering when you were finally going to let it all get to you. You have to at some point, it will drive you mad," he said with a touch of resentment in his voice. He glanced around to see of anyone could see them. No one was there, and no one had come to the door. Hopefully they were all asleep.

Hermione didn't have time to respond when they jumped as a clock tower a few blocks away chimed. It was midnight. Hermione's sobs slowly stopped with the chimes and they both became aware they were still standing together. But neither moved. Maybe their brains were muddled with pain and sleeplessness. Maybe they were both enjoying the moment of human connection. Or maybe they were both too tired to care to think about who they were touching.

As the last chime sounded, they could hear movement from within Grimmauld Place and some muffles voices.

"If they are not back by now, there is no use in waiting up. I trust Severus and Hermione to take good care of each other. Now let's not insult our trust in them. To bed!" they heard Dumbledore decree unbelievably cheerfully.

For the first time since they made it back, Severus and Hermione's eyes met. They both seemed to draw the same conclusion and neither moved to announce their presence to those inside. They heard slow and reluctant footsteps head to the stairs inside the door.

"Perhaps it would be better to not alert them to our return. That is, unless you are ready to tell them all that has gone on today?" Severus asked with a bitterness that told Hermione it would be a long night indeed if they went in. Hermione stepped back and Severus quickly retracted his comforting arm as if she had stung him. Whatever moment of tenderness that had passed between them was over. He had already pulled his passive sneer back on his face as he looked to the door.

"It would be better, but you still need some attention to your wounds," Hermione reasoned. She almost laughed at how weak her voice sounded, still cracking with raw emotion. Severus looked down at his abdomen as if remembering 'oh yeah, I was stabbed.'

He sighed deeply, not liking what he was about to offer but he felt it was better than facing the Order's interrogation tonight.

"I would suggest waiting to go inside until they are asleep for sure. I have a good collection of healing potions in my house. We could go there for a short while to heal and allow them ample time to fall asleep. If this is okay with you, of course," he suggested carefully. He wasn't sure how the woman before him would react to an invitation to his house. In fact, he didn't know how he felt about it himself.

Hermione considered him for a moment. "Yes, thank you," she said sincerely. She wanted to face the Order even less than Severus at the moment. She looked horrible and she was tired and still looked like she had been crying.

"Since you are unfamiliar with Spinner's End and I am not quite fit to attempt Apparition myself, we should perhaps use a portkey," he said, mumbling to himself while looking around for an object to charm.

"But isn't using a portkey even harder on the body than Apparition? Couldn't it hurt you more?" Hermione ventured to ask carefully.

"Well, Ms. Granger, if you would rather go inside," he said coldly. His eyes flashed. She wondered if she had somehow insulted him.

"Well, Professor, no I would not," she said mocking his words and being sure to address him as formally as he had addressed her. "I was thinking if you can use Legilimency to put the image of your house or yard in my mind, I could Apparate us," she said equally coldly.

A look of surprise flitted across his features for fraction of a second which affirmed Hermione's belief that he hadn't thought of this. He made a 'hmph' noise before entering her mind unannounced. It took him a moment to sort out the rush of thoughts and memories from her mind before he could feed her the image of his house. Though he would never admit it, the memories from the last few weeks that he glimpsed made his stomach turn.

Hermione kicked him out of her mind the second she had studied the image of his house long enough. He hissed at the sharp and sudden disconnection. He glared at her a moment.

"I suppose I should be glad you have learned Occlumency proficiently. The Dark Lord has no doubt invaded your mind?" he questioned, suddenly interested. He hadn't thought of how Hermione would be able to fend of Voldemort's mental invasions.

"Yes. Dumbledore has found it worthwhile to teach me. And it has been worthwhile indeed. I was able to show the Dark Lord only what I wanted him to see," Hermione said confidently but then she worried she sounded pompous.

"Good," Severus said shortly. Hermione held her out her hand for Severus to take, which he did. She concentrated on the image of his house for a moment before with a 'pop' they were gone.

They appeared onto an overgrown sidewalk outside a rickety, sinister looking house. Hermione would expect no less of Severus Snape. Severus moved his hand out of hers and moved it to the small of her back where he pushed her along with him into the house.

"I will ask you not to touch anything," he said, sounding bored. He pushed her through the entry way and through a doorway that opened into a sitting room. He then left through another doorway she assumed led to his personal lab. She took a cursory glance around and her eyes landed on a wall lined with bookshelves. There were so many books. Hermione allowed herself a smirk when she couldn't help but feel excited.

Careful to heed Severus' words, she did not touch anything but she walked along the wall and looked over all the titles. She was surprised to see some non-wizarding works. There were a few works on Philosophy and Ethics, and even some Muggle classics. She never thought Snape any less than an intellectual, so she supposed she shouldn't be too surprised.

As she came to the last shelf, Severus re-entered the room with a few vials of potion. His eyes flashed in her direction. Before he had a chance make a comment, Hermione held her hands up in the air.

"I haven't touched a thing. Just admiring," she said, not taking her eyes off of the books.

"Hmm," he acknowledged before shoving a vial in her hand. "Even if you're healed, that will make sure of it and help any pain," he said shortly before drinking the vials he had for himself. Hermione nodded in gratitude and drank hers. She was amused at the thought that even a couple of months ago she would never unquestioningly drink anything Severus gave her.

"You like Shakespeare?" she asked when she looked at the three shelves devoted solely to Shakespeare.

"It would appear so," he said more harshly than he intended. Her face flinched a bit at his tone. Severus sighed. "Doesn't your name come from The Winter's Tale?" he asked in an attempt to make up for his harshness.

She looked at him, surprised that he noticed. "Yes. Though I don't know how to feel about my parents naming me for a woman who dies of pure grief," she added as an afterthought.

"I would wonder why they did not name you Beatrice or Katherine if they were looking to Shakespeare for inspiration," he muttered absently, drinking the last vial.

He looked up when he realized Hermione was staring at him incredulously. He realized he just paid her a compliment of sorts; both women in question were beautiful, intelligent, and quick.

"Both women with sharp tongues who couldn't control them," he followed up quickly, trying to sound harsh. Hermione looked back to the shelf to hide a smile. She didn't believe his cover-up.

He then quickly offered to let her read any of his books while they waited a little bit before returning to Grimmauld Place. The implied compliment was soon forgotten as Hermione quickly scanned the shelves for any magical volumes she had never seen before.

Her eyes settles on an old, thick volume called Munimentum. It was a book of protective spells that covered defenses against anything from jinxes to hexes to even the nastiest of curses. She has already gently pulled it from the shelf and settles into a frumpy armchair before she remembered to thank Severus. He made another 'hmph' noise as he left to bust himself in his lab.

After about an hour and a half, Severus reappeared in the sitting room where Hermione was still engrossed in her reading.

"Perhaps we can return now," he said. Hermione looked a little disappointed as she closed the book and stood to put the wonderful book back, but Severus stopped her.

"You've chosen a wise book to study. You may borrow it," he said, watching in slight amusement as her features lit up immediately, "and I hope I do not have to tell you to treat it carefully and return it to me in the condition it is now." Hermione shook her head and gently hugged the book to her chest.

"How are your injuries?" she asked timidly, scanning his body quickly. He showed no signs of being in pain, but he was very capable of hiding it.

"Healed," he said simply before ushering her out. She had a feeling he was relieved once he had her out of his house. She guessed he never had many visitors, and it made him uncomfortable.

Once outside, he held out his hand for her to take. She was thinking about asking if he was sure he was okay to Apparate, but she chose to bite her tongue. Severus seemed pleased with this. She tucked the large book under one of her arms as she placed her hand in his. With a 'pop' they were back outside Grimmauld Place.

"Quietly," he muttered unnecessarily as they opened the door. Hermione rolled her eyes when she knew he couldn't see. They crept past Mrs. Black's portrait without waking her, and it seemed everyone had gone to bed.

Severus followed Hermione up the stairs and he broke off when he reached the room reserved for him when he had to stay at the Order's headquarters. Hermione paused and looked back.

"Thank you. Goodnight," she whispered genuinely.

He nodded sharply. "And to you, Hermione," he said before disappearing into his room. Hermione couldn't help the small smile that danced on her lips.

Once she made it back to her room, she silently showered and got into bed, glad they made it in without being questioned. She fell asleep smiling at the thought that Severus Snape, dungeon bat and Potions master extraordinaire, never known to speak a kind word to anyone, had compared her to some of Shakespeare's finest women.

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