Sometimes friendship means more
Severus pushed open the door to the Manor, the two stepped in, blinking slowly to adjust to the bright candlelight that met them. The place was ridiculously lavish and expensive, not a galleon was spared in the making of it. Hermione shuddered a touch as she inhaled. The last time they had been here, a barrage of death eaters tried to take them down, a wayward snake tried to annihilate them and the dark lord had requested that Lucius Malfoy kill them.
But they came out of it, alive and happy. Severus looked around the entrance hall trying to get his bearings, it had been a while since he had been here, since he had explored the place, the past few years were strictly death eater business. But the days gone by when he and Lucius were a little more intimate than the two of them should have been, he could navigate the place with his eyes closed.
Heading up the large staircase, Hermione in tow, pulling her a little too forcefully for her liking he pulled her down twists and turns of long corridors, expensive and rare paintings lined the walls, various ornaments, which could only be worth thousands of galleons were littered along the path way.
He finally slowed his pace, his long legs taking smaller and smaller steps, Hermione, now slightly panting trying to keep up with him was thankful for the change in pace. He stopped abruptly, causing her to run up the back of him, it went unnoticed. The large black doors beckoning him, a jolt a pleasure ran up his spine as goosebumps pricked his every body part. This was the room he had longed for, this was the room he and Lucius has spent many a night as more then just friends, lovers in fact. Lucius being dejected by his own wife would often turn to Severus for comfort and affection, something that they both craved, something they both gave one another, until Lucius had become so hell bent on severing the dark lord, and their time grew less and less and eventually that was it, it never happened again.
Reaching out a single hand he placed his hand upon the door knob, the cold brass knob was soft against his worn calloused hand, breathing in he pushed it opened, closing his eyes in the process. Taking a few seconds to get his bearings he opened his eyes again, blinking as he took in the sights of the room. All exactly the same as it was when he has last been here, it looked untouched for years, probably had been left since the last time he and Lucius were in there.
The large bed set in the middle of the room covered in the black silk sheets and the golden quilt. The pillows a mix of black and god. The bed, a four poster made of the finest wood polished to a fine shine. Curtains covered each side of the bed, hanging right to the floor, the front curtain pulled back.
A large fire, instantly lit as soon as they walked into the room. A large black leather couch sat under a large window. A full sized glass door led out onto a balcony. Hermione walked to the door,S placing her palm against it, the snow fell softly outside, causing Hermione to shiver at just the thought. She breathed in a shuddered breath, nervous. She almost laughed at the thought. How stupid, she was married to the man now, the two had slept together enough times to take the nervousness out of it now, she was just being stupid.
She jumped slightly when a hand snaked around her waist, unaware he had made the short trek across the room. Damn him and his ninja like stealth. The other hand gently brushed her curls away from the right side of her neck, she shook a touch as his lips met her bare skin and caressed softly.
An involuntary jaggered breath passed her lips at the sudden assault upon her bare skin, leaning into the touch, heat began to pool instantly between her legs. He knew what he was doing, how to turn her on and for that she was appreciative. But she could not help but think of what Harry had said to her, he had confessed his love for her. She stiffened a little at the thought, this was not the time to be thinking about it, not now, not ever. She tried to force the thoughts right into the back of her mind but she found herself thinking about it even more now Severus was pressing himself against her, his erection pressing into her thigh.
She was frustrated, she wanted to scream, to go and lock herself away from the world right now and be alone to think. Instead she was pulled to the bed and pushed down on her back. Landing with a thud, she was naked before she could even fathom it, no mucking around tonight, she almost rolled her eyes. He was quick to want to get it over and done with, she was sure of it. She found her mind wandering to what the night would have been like had she married Harry instead, all the while Severus was covering her body in hot kisses. Trying to pull herself back into the moment with Severus.
He could not help but realise her heart was not in it, lying there like a limp wet noodle he pressed on, all the while wondering what had over come her. He put it down to being here, the vibe this place gave off was not the nicest and perhaps she was picking up on it. Pushing the worry of her to the back of his head the new exciting thoughts of what the night may bring came forward into his mind.
Enough of this foreplay crap, he wanted to get right down to business. Licking his lips greedily he forced her over onto her stomach. She grunted with the surprise of being rolled over with such force.
"On you're knees." He spat, sounding much like Severus Snape, potions master, Professor, not the Severus Snape she knew and loved.
Too scared to disobey him, she obliged and done as she was told, slowly and shakily getting onto all fours. Never had he spoken to her in this tone is all the time they had been together. Never had he forced her around like this, either.
She gasped as he forced himself within her, the breath was knocked out of her at the force he done it with. She felt like crying, it hurt and she had never been treated like this before by him.
He grabbed her hips roughly, hard. She let out a yelp, his grip hurt and she tried to wiggle her way out of it but it was futile.
"You're hurting me." Her voice cracking she was on the verge of breaking down into tears.
"Do not speak unless spoken too." He bit back as he slammed himself forcefully into her once again, sending her an inch across the bed.
He shut his eyes and felt the smooth velvet walls around him. Over and over again he slammed himself into her wet folds, each time getting fiercer. Hermione was dying a little on the inside at being treated like this. Each thrust was brutal and sent her moving across the bed a little more each time. Her hips grew sorer at his harsh grip, her pussy felt like it was being ripped in half. And with that, it all stopped suddenly. Without warning he flipped her onto her back roughly, spreading her legs he sunk himself back in with a groan. Grabbing a handful of her hair he pulled her head roughly to the side exposing the bare nape of her neck, in one swoop he had made his way to her neck, teeth bearing down on the soft flesh. Biting hard and drawing blood he licked the wound over and over again.
"Please, you're hurting me." She whispered, he looked into her eyes for a moment, her eyes pleading to him to stop. He just sneered, slapped her across the cheek "Shut up, I have told you do not talk unless spoken to."
Silently she began to sob, feeling powerless against him as he began to slam into her once again harshly.
HG/SS
Hermione lay on the bed, listening to his breathing soften and slow until she realised ,finally he was asleep. Gently getting to her feet trying not to wake him she headed towards a large door, what she could only imagine was a bathroom. Pushing the door open, her guess was right. Heading towards the nearest mirror. She was met with a sad sight. He once perfect wedding hair now askew and messy. Her cheek had a large hand print across it, her mascara now dark stains down her face. She sighed, no longer beautiful and just back to plain old Hermione with a husband who had a brain snap and was treating her like shit.
She began to sob, turning the shower on she slipped in, letting the hot water fall over her body.
HG/SS
Standing outside of Grimmauld place, she had not been here in months. The one thing she noticed was the glow of the light from the front sitting room window. It must have been left on for all these months. Slowly walking up the stairs she pushed the door open. The place still looked as it always had, a damp musty mould smell filled her lungs. Heading towards the sitting room, she smiled a touch, the place her and Severus really progressed in their relation ship, it all happened here. That soon turned to a frown when she thought of how he had treated her, she could not stand to be in the same house as him at the moment so left while he was sleeping.
Opening the door, she almost jumped when she saw the T.V was on and Harry was sitting there on the couch. Harry turned around, equally surprised to see her, not saying a word to each other she sat on the same couch as him, leaving one seat between them.
"What are you doing here?" She asked gently, after ten minutes of silence.
"I could ask you the same thing." He offered. He looked at her, he could tell she had been crying, her eyes were red and puffy.
"Don't worry about that. Can we talk about the elephant in the room?"
He just shrugged, "So you came here, where you did not know I would be just to talk about what happened?"
She had to admit the story sounded pretty stupid, but she nodded in agreement.
"What ever." He snapped.
Once again they sat in silence, Hermione staring at the T.V aimlessly not even watching what was on.
She had a feel she was not wanted her and maybe she should leave. She had that awkward feeling you get when you want to get up and leave but something inside of you is telling you not to go. So she sat and she sat, wondering who would give up first, her or Harry?
Harry kept sneaking glances at her, wondering what she was thinking about, wondering why she was so sad, wondering why on her wedding night she was sitting here and not with her husband. He wondered if she would talk or if she planned to sit there all night staring blankly at the screen. She felt like a stranger to him at the moment, not the normal Hermione he had always known.
She started to shift in her seat, he quickly looked away, he could sense her getting to her feet. He followed suit, she began to walk out of the room and he caught her by the wrist and pulled her back. "Hermione wait. I love you, there is no denying it but please do not let that come between us. I still want us to be friends."
She looked to the floor, hoping it would swallow her up, she had to admit she too had feelings for Harry but she was married, she wanted it to last at least longer then a Kardashian wedding did and at this rate, it was going to last as long as Brittany spear's first marriage.
"Please Harry, let me go." She tugged her hand away from him, but he grabbed it again and held it tighter. "I am such a fool, Hermione I should have been the one to marry you, I should be the one you call you're husband. I should be the one giving you the wedding night of your life. Something I am sure he has not done or you would not of strayed all the way out here on you're wedding night leaving your husband, to find solace in a dank old house to be alone. "
She opened and closed her mouth a few times, no sound came out, she had no idea what to say to that, she was speechless. "Something has gone on tonight Hermione, I do not expect you to tell me but.." He stopped for a minute to weight up the situation they were in, he leant in close and caught her lips with his. The first thing he noticed was she did not pull away, she stepped in closer to him and ran her tongue along his bottom lip. He broke the kiss to finish what he wanted to say.
"But, let me show you just once, how I would have treated you on our wedding night."
The ball was in her court, she did not even need to ponder on the matter, she had already kissed him, in for a penny in for a pound, she may as well of went the whole way now.
A small nod was all Harry needed to know where she stood on the matter. He took her hand in his, slowly he headed up a bedroom. His hand was warm and soft. He could feel her palm was sweaty, nervous. She took in a deep steadying breath. Never had she thought she would be in this position with Harry. Never had she slept with anyone but Severus, what would Harry think of her? What if she was not good enough.
All the what if's crossed her mind, the biggest what if, however never did cross her mind, what if Severus found out. For some strange reason she did not care in the least. He never did cross her mind at all during her decision to commit infidelity.
He pushed open the door to the room Hermione used to reside in. She was unsure what to do now, nervously hopping from foot to foot Harry realised he would have to take the reins.
He pulled her close to him, gently caressing the small of her back with one hand, the other rested upon her cheek, angling her head just right so he could press his lips to hers, thrusting his tongue into her wet mouth their tongues locked in a fight of passion. She moaned, it felt so right, like it was meant to be. Never had she thought of Harry in this light before, but now they were here she could see it working.
He broke the kiss and led her to the bed, gently he pushed her down so she was sitting, straddling her he went in for another kiss as his hands roamed under her shirt and grasped at her bra, unclasping it with ease Hermione could not help but think Harry was a little too trained in this area for someone who claimed to like men.
Pushing her so she was now lying beneath him he peppered her neck with kisses, he was going to go slow, show her what she was missing and then hopefully, at the end of it she would be his. He had no thought for the hearts he would be breaking, Draco and Severus, he only cared about himself and his own feelings right about now. Sure he may be selfish but the heart wants what the heart wants.
"What, is he a fucking Vampire?" Harry asked in disgust as he spotted the sore and swollen puncture marks on her neck.
She could not help but give a little laugh, "Something like that." Was all she said.
HG/SS
Hermione lay in the bed next to Harry. He was amazing, nothing short of her expectations really. But she could not help by feel cheaters remorse eating at her insides as she stared at the ceiling, mindlessly. Harry could not help but notice the sad and sullen look on her face. He shook his head and sighed a haughty sigh, what had he done.
He had admitted something to her that he should not of and thus his actions caused her to seek him out. She had slept with him, he was the influence here, he was the one that kissed her. He was the main instigator here. And he knew, deep down whilst Hermione would get up in the morning, force a smile and walk out of here with her head held up high, she would be dying on the inside.
It was up to him to make things right, he got what he wanted and he felt terrible, he wanted to fix it all, go back to the way it was before she had rocked up on the door step.
Silently he took his wand off the night stand beside him, placing his glasses on he, he pointed his wand at the woman next to him and petrified her. Now, to get to work.
HG/SS
Gingerly Hermione opened her eyes, the room was dimly lit, the fire no longer roaring and the darkness before dawn engulfed the room. Her heart suddenly raced, where was she? She gulped hard. In the darkness she slid her hand under the covers, running her hand up a thigh, over a buttock and up the side of a ribcage she took in an uneasy breath. Unable to see who it was in the dark or where she even was, she would have to rely on touch alone. Her assault continued up over a shoulder along a neck, hair, long hair. She breathed a sigh of relief. Shaking her head and relaxing once more shut her eyes. Just a dream, it was all just a dream and what a dream. In bed with Severus safe and sound she drifted back off to sleep.
Harry sighed sadly, backing out of the room under the cover of his cloak and darkness, it was the right thing to do. Hermione was his friend, and Severus, although he did not like to admit it was too. He had Draco to think about. And although the time he had spent with Hermione was amazing, he had to think of what was best for them all. So he did what any self respecting person would have done. He obliviated enough of Hermione's memory of the night as he could, leaving just enough to make her think she was dreaming and took her back to Severus. No one would have a clue except him, the memory's of the time he spent with her would taunt him for the rest of his living days, but he had done the right thing, he was sure of it.
He had also stretched his ability's at mind alteration and went as far as to pull the memory's of the night Hermione and Severus had spent together and altered them. He had stood before Severus, when the man's eyes had flown open and stared at him for the longest 30 seconds of Harry's life. He dared not to breath or move a muscle, and relaxed when the man's eyes closed once more. Harry wanted to at least give his friends a good start at their new life together and did not think the both of them waking up to the previous nights brutality was a good step in the right direction. He had to keep reminding himself he was doing it for Hermione and he happiness. He could of just been selfish and left the memories there and have her run into his arms once again. He was afraid if that happened he may not have the heart to bring her back again.
The best man won and with that Harry Apparated into the night, back to Draco and back to his life. Leaving the only woman he had ever loved behind to be forever happy.
A/N: Wow. Just wow. This took me nearly three weeks to write. Type, delete, type, delete. That pretty much summed it up. I could not get the story to go the way I liked. I still do not like it, in fact I hate it. But I am worn down, I cannot change it again and that is it.
I am sorry if you all hate it too but I cannot go on with this chapter any more, I cannot change one more thing.
In the off chance you do like it, please review. Pretty please?
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