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Broken & Abused
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
13,126
Reviews:
54
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Blood
Title: Broken & Abused
Author:Mackenzie
Archived: no
Summary: Hermione is very depressed after the war and she gets help from our snarky potions professor.
Warning Codes: angst, AU, OOC
Pairings: Snape/Hermione
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Double Potions with the seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins was actually going amazingly well. Professor Snape sat at his desk reading this month’s copy of Potions Today periodically looking up to scowl at the students. As he finished one article he looked up and made a sweep of the room with his eyes. They stopped on Hermione Granger, or rather her arm. A small amount of blood could be seen just below her left shoulder through her shirt.
“Miss Granger. Come up here. I would like a word.” Hermione jumped at the Professor’s voice. She finished her stirring then made her way to his desk.
“Yes Professor?” Hermione was very timid around him, especially since Harry and Ron were not in Potions with her anymore.
“Your arm is bleeding. I don’t want any explosions should your blood make its way to the potion you’re brewing.” Professor Snape explained pointing to her arm. “I can heal your-”
“Oh, no Professor. I’m feeling quite queasy to begin with. I’ll just go to the hospital wing. I’m finished with the potion as it is.” She seemed rather uncomfortable.
Professor Snape did not want to deal with the peculiarities of teenage females today. “Very well. Bottle your potion very carefully and you may leave.” With that Snape waved her away and continued to read another article.
Hermione left the dungeon but did not go to the hospital wing. Instead she headed to her head girl apartment to change her clothes.
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A week later Hermione was back in Double Potions. The class was working on a difficult potion so Hermione had rolled her sleeves up to her elbows. Professor Snape was stalking up and down the isles between students. As he neared Hermione he noticed blood trailing down her left elbow. He pulled out a white handkerchief and wiped the blood off her elbow. Hermione had been so focused on her potion that she had not noticed his presence before then.
“I would like a word after class Miss Granger.” Snape then stalked back to his desk and sat down, contemplating. The last twenty minutes of class passed too quickly for Hermione’s liking. As the class was dismissed, she bottled the potion and packed up her things as usual; then walked to stand in front of the Professor’s desk.
As the last student left, Snape flicked his wand at the door, which shut rather forcefully. He then walked around and sat on his desk in front of Hermione. “This is the second time, Miss Granger, that you have come to my class with your left arm bleeding. Now, you are either newly prone to accident; which is highly unlikely. Or Madam Pomphry is loosing her touch; which, again, is highly unlikely. Or you did not go to see her last week when you left my class. In which case I want to know where you went. So enlighten me as to what is going on.”
Hermione stayed silent, staring over his shoulder. Snape did not like her response. Normally students were cowering by now. But she just seemed so distant. Her eyes held a slightly haunted look. Well, being an accomplished legilimens had its up sides. Snape stepped into her mind only to have her mental barriers come crashing down, kicking him out. Snape was startled.
“Where did you learn Occlumency?”
“It’s rude to enter a mind without permission Professor.”
“Fine. We’ll do it the hard way.” Snape stood. “I trust you are wearing a tank top under your dress shirt.”
Hermione looked confused. Snape stepped closer to her and undid her tie and unbuttoned her dress shirt. Hermione had not moved and it made the Professor uneasy. He had expected her to fight. As he looked up his jaw tightened. “Why?” He asked her, his eyes blazing with anger before he could hide it.
Author:Mackenzie
Archived: no
Summary: Hermione is very depressed after the war and she gets help from our snarky potions professor.
Warning Codes: angst, AU, OOC
Pairings: Snape/Hermione
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Double Potions with the seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins was actually going amazingly well. Professor Snape sat at his desk reading this month’s copy of Potions Today periodically looking up to scowl at the students. As he finished one article he looked up and made a sweep of the room with his eyes. They stopped on Hermione Granger, or rather her arm. A small amount of blood could be seen just below her left shoulder through her shirt.
“Miss Granger. Come up here. I would like a word.” Hermione jumped at the Professor’s voice. She finished her stirring then made her way to his desk.
“Yes Professor?” Hermione was very timid around him, especially since Harry and Ron were not in Potions with her anymore.
“Your arm is bleeding. I don’t want any explosions should your blood make its way to the potion you’re brewing.” Professor Snape explained pointing to her arm. “I can heal your-”
“Oh, no Professor. I’m feeling quite queasy to begin with. I’ll just go to the hospital wing. I’m finished with the potion as it is.” She seemed rather uncomfortable.
Professor Snape did not want to deal with the peculiarities of teenage females today. “Very well. Bottle your potion very carefully and you may leave.” With that Snape waved her away and continued to read another article.
Hermione left the dungeon but did not go to the hospital wing. Instead she headed to her head girl apartment to change her clothes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A week later Hermione was back in Double Potions. The class was working on a difficult potion so Hermione had rolled her sleeves up to her elbows. Professor Snape was stalking up and down the isles between students. As he neared Hermione he noticed blood trailing down her left elbow. He pulled out a white handkerchief and wiped the blood off her elbow. Hermione had been so focused on her potion that she had not noticed his presence before then.
“I would like a word after class Miss Granger.” Snape then stalked back to his desk and sat down, contemplating. The last twenty minutes of class passed too quickly for Hermione’s liking. As the class was dismissed, she bottled the potion and packed up her things as usual; then walked to stand in front of the Professor’s desk.
As the last student left, Snape flicked his wand at the door, which shut rather forcefully. He then walked around and sat on his desk in front of Hermione. “This is the second time, Miss Granger, that you have come to my class with your left arm bleeding. Now, you are either newly prone to accident; which is highly unlikely. Or Madam Pomphry is loosing her touch; which, again, is highly unlikely. Or you did not go to see her last week when you left my class. In which case I want to know where you went. So enlighten me as to what is going on.”
Hermione stayed silent, staring over his shoulder. Snape did not like her response. Normally students were cowering by now. But she just seemed so distant. Her eyes held a slightly haunted look. Well, being an accomplished legilimens had its up sides. Snape stepped into her mind only to have her mental barriers come crashing down, kicking him out. Snape was startled.
“Where did you learn Occlumency?”
“It’s rude to enter a mind without permission Professor.”
“Fine. We’ll do it the hard way.” Snape stood. “I trust you are wearing a tank top under your dress shirt.”
Hermione looked confused. Snape stepped closer to her and undid her tie and unbuttoned her dress shirt. Hermione had not moved and it made the Professor uneasy. He had expected her to fight. As he looked up his jaw tightened. “Why?” He asked her, his eyes blazing with anger before he could hide it.