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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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Unforgivable
A/N: Hello my awesome readers! I’m baaaaaaack! Apologies for being away so long, life’s been giving me lemons. However, I have made lemonade and now here I am with the next chapter. Enjoy!!
As usual I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make any money off of my story. I do not own the characters, only my own original plot.
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I.
“Harry you know I would never do such a thing!”
Ronald Weasley had been in questioning for over an hour. Severus was getting impatient. Harry could feel him pacing behind the glass and if Ron wasn’t concerned, he should’ve been. Severus Snape was not a man to be trifled with. When James Potter had gotten in between Lily and Severus the result had been hatred so great it crossed the generational divide. And Lily hadn’t even been his. Harry could only imagine what would happen when Severus got his hands on Ron.
“Ron, forgive me if I don’t take you at your word. We all know Hermione left you for Severus. That isn’t the kind of thing you would take gracefully. Let alone the fact that he is the father of her child.” Harry sat down beside his once childhood friend. Ronald Weasley looked like an animal—a slimy weasel of destruction. “Ron, I need to know what happened to Hermione. Where is she?”
Harry glanced back at the glass; he shook his head. The Ronald Weasley he had known during their dangerous school years was gone. This man was a sociopath, lacking a conscience as well as a brain. If worse came to worse, Harry could not deny Severus a chance to ruff Ron up. Maybe a solid thrashing by one of Voldemort’s former death eaters would wake him up. Maybe.
If not, at the very least a killer would be off the streets. No one had seen Lavender Brown in a good many years, not since she had slept with Ronald’s quidditch mate. Harry couldn’t prove it then, but he was sure Ron had something to do with that disappearance. One way or another, Ronald was headed for a dementor’s kiss. But first, he had to go through Severus.
“You’re dead mate. Snape or no Snape, the wizarding world won’t stand for this.”
Ronald spat on the floor. “The wizarding world doesn’t give two shakes about Hermione Granger and neither do I. That baby is a bastard, and she’s nothing but a stupid mudblood whore.”
Ronald lunged forward. The jug holding the pumpkin juice spilled to the floor, but not before his head got slammed against the table. Harry was done playing; the longer Hermione was missing the less chance she and the baby would be found alive.
II.
Ronald glared through the glass at Severus. It was as if he could feel the bat burning holes through his skull. Well he would never have Hermione again. Never feel her lips on his aching member. Never taste that horrific cooking. If Ron couldn’t have her no one would. He fully intended to let Tom use her for fodder. Hermione would never hand Snape over. She and that bastard child would die.
“You’ll never have her Snape!” he laughed but the sound was hollow. Cold. Ronald Weasley had lost his mind.
He could imagine her now: Hermione curled up in a little ball—brilliant red blood dripping down each perfectly formed calf. She’d be crying of course, females always cried when they were tortured. Lavender had cried. Great big cow; She’d slept with his best quidditch mate and half the team before he’d found out. She’d got what was coming to her. So would Hermione.
III.
Severus turned from the glass. Hermione had been missing for over 24 hours and the imbecile didn’t seem to be cracking. Perhaps he needed a little persuasion.
“No, Severus.”
Severus sneered. It didn’t take legilimens to know what was going through his mind. Perhaps that was why Potter dared to reach for his wand. Perhaps that was why Severus stunned him. Nevertheless, he walked into that interrogation room—imagining himself ripping off the young Weasley’s head where he stood—with a grim smile. This ended now.
As usual I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make any money off of my story. I do not own the characters, only my own original plot.
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I.
“Harry you know I would never do such a thing!”
Ronald Weasley had been in questioning for over an hour. Severus was getting impatient. Harry could feel him pacing behind the glass and if Ron wasn’t concerned, he should’ve been. Severus Snape was not a man to be trifled with. When James Potter had gotten in between Lily and Severus the result had been hatred so great it crossed the generational divide. And Lily hadn’t even been his. Harry could only imagine what would happen when Severus got his hands on Ron.
“Ron, forgive me if I don’t take you at your word. We all know Hermione left you for Severus. That isn’t the kind of thing you would take gracefully. Let alone the fact that he is the father of her child.” Harry sat down beside his once childhood friend. Ronald Weasley looked like an animal—a slimy weasel of destruction. “Ron, I need to know what happened to Hermione. Where is she?”
Harry glanced back at the glass; he shook his head. The Ronald Weasley he had known during their dangerous school years was gone. This man was a sociopath, lacking a conscience as well as a brain. If worse came to worse, Harry could not deny Severus a chance to ruff Ron up. Maybe a solid thrashing by one of Voldemort’s former death eaters would wake him up. Maybe.
If not, at the very least a killer would be off the streets. No one had seen Lavender Brown in a good many years, not since she had slept with Ronald’s quidditch mate. Harry couldn’t prove it then, but he was sure Ron had something to do with that disappearance. One way or another, Ronald was headed for a dementor’s kiss. But first, he had to go through Severus.
“You’re dead mate. Snape or no Snape, the wizarding world won’t stand for this.”
Ronald spat on the floor. “The wizarding world doesn’t give two shakes about Hermione Granger and neither do I. That baby is a bastard, and she’s nothing but a stupid mudblood whore.”
Ronald lunged forward. The jug holding the pumpkin juice spilled to the floor, but not before his head got slammed against the table. Harry was done playing; the longer Hermione was missing the less chance she and the baby would be found alive.
II.
Ronald glared through the glass at Severus. It was as if he could feel the bat burning holes through his skull. Well he would never have Hermione again. Never feel her lips on his aching member. Never taste that horrific cooking. If Ron couldn’t have her no one would. He fully intended to let Tom use her for fodder. Hermione would never hand Snape over. She and that bastard child would die.
“You’ll never have her Snape!” he laughed but the sound was hollow. Cold. Ronald Weasley had lost his mind.
He could imagine her now: Hermione curled up in a little ball—brilliant red blood dripping down each perfectly formed calf. She’d be crying of course, females always cried when they were tortured. Lavender had cried. Great big cow; She’d slept with his best quidditch mate and half the team before he’d found out. She’d got what was coming to her. So would Hermione.
III.
Severus turned from the glass. Hermione had been missing for over 24 hours and the imbecile didn’t seem to be cracking. Perhaps he needed a little persuasion.
“No, Severus.”
Severus sneered. It didn’t take legilimens to know what was going through his mind. Perhaps that was why Potter dared to reach for his wand. Perhaps that was why Severus stunned him. Nevertheless, he walked into that interrogation room—imagining himself ripping off the young Weasley’s head where he stood—with a grim smile. This ended now.