Bad Bad Snape

~Snape’s past~

After Snape got Hermione back in his room, she started to cry out loud as she pushed him away from her.

“Oh...... Professor Snape.....Just kill me. Kill me please.”

Snape looked down at the half-dead witch. She was begging for her death, and he didn’t like it.

“I can’t do that. I have my child in you and I don’t want it to get hurt.”

Hermione let out more tears as she gagged at her own cough.

“So...” she said as she cleared her eyes, “you can hurt me till I bleed but you can feel protective about a child? What am I to you? What am I to those sick Malfoy’s?”

He didn’t reply, because he didn’t know.
Through out the couple days he started to want her to like him, but he knew it may be too late now....

As Snape kept silent, Hermione jumped on top of him despite the pain she felt. She knew she couldn’t beat him in a fight, but might as well try and get killed for it.

“I am not shit you just pick up from the road, I am Hermione Granger! How could you humiliate and tore me apart like this?”

Snape laid there taking the blows from the little witch. But he never fought back and allowed her release her anger on to him.

After a while of her crying and slapping, she stopped and panted as she lowered her face in his chest.

“Answer me, please.....I want you to at least do that for me.”

She said shaking in his arms, for she was tired and worn out from all of the commotion.

“I don’t know.” He said softly in her ears. “I... I really don’t.”

Hermione laid there on his chest, and started to dose out slowly.

“I am sorry.” He said, as he closed his eyes. And the room was left with silence, except the soft snoring of two people laying together as they clanged to each other.

~

Hermione woke up as she heard some one was whispering to her. She was so tired that she didn’t feel like doing anything about it. But when I whispering turned to yelling, and the yelling turned to frantic screaming, she felt some one push her down which resulted in a big bang as she hit the floor.

She opened her eyes to see what was happening. She found Snape on top of her, laying with his eyes closed. Sweat poring down his face as he twitched and turned on top of her.

Snape was saying something, some times yelling and screaming.

“Mother... why would you do this to me? Why...WHY THE FUCK DO YOU DO IT!!!???
Hermione slapped her ex-professor as hard as she can. Until he opened his eyes to look down at her from above.

She never noticed before, but he was beautiful.
Tears that was sliding down at the side of his face, mixing with sweat that came out of his glands. He breath mixing with hers as he laid on top of her.
His skin that was pale blue, smooth like a baby.

“What's wrong?”

She asked, looking into his face. He wasn’t a monster anymore, but a poor boy that just had a nightmare of his past.

“Nothing Miss Granger.”

He said as he got off of her. But she knew what was wrong, and what was the biggest reason why he hated woman.

“It’s your mother, isn’t it?” She said as she lifted her self off the ground.

“You know nothing about my mother.” He said as he went to get some fire whiskey.

Hermione was curious, even if he was a digesting sadistic prick, she wanted to know what cause her and Snape so much pain.

Snape sat at a chair and slouched him self as he looked at the glass.

“No it’s not....It’s not her..” He was in denial as he whispered those words.

“What did she do?”
Hermione asked as she sat next to him, but still keeping quite a distance between him.

He took off his shirt, slowly not to shock Hermione.

Hermione gasped, and covered her mouth as she saw thousands of keroids all over his body. There were scars everywhere, and it seemed like it covered every inch of his body except his face and hands.

The worse scar was on the puvic area, as there was a big hole right above his private area.
She didn’t know at the time what she was doing, but she walked so she was right in front of him. She touched the round scar as she sat there, watched her caressing him.

“You know why I have a big.... penis?”

She looked up with a blank look, as she put her hands between her legs with out knowingly she was protecting her self.

“I tell people that I was ‘blessed’ with it by birth, but the truth is..” He stopped his sentence while looking down at the big scar and pointed at it. “My mom, she’s a real Slytherin. But had so much hatred towards me as he cursed me with it, so I could never have sex with people with out hurting them.”

Hermione didn’t say anything, wondering why his mother could of done such a thing.

“I had sex with a woman 20 year ago, and I loved her.. A lot. But she ended up hating me after I put my self in her. It was her first time and she thought I had a ‘normal’ size penis...”

“Snape...” Hermione said, as she looked into his eyes. “Don’t talk anymore.”

He nodded, thinking that his story bored her, so he tried to get up from the chair to get another glass of fire whiskey.

But was surprised to see Hermione pushing him down with all her weight, as she whispered in his ear.

“If you want, you can use me...”

He looked back at her, back to his normal self.

“Miss Granger. You can’t be serious.” Snape said as he looked tired and annoyed by the tease. But it wasn’t a tease.

Hermione climbed up his body and kissed his neck slowly, and than worked her way up to his ear as she whispered to him again.

“I am serious. But this time be gentle....” She said.

Hermione didn’t know what she was doing. But she felt something growing inside of her as she saw the different side of the professor.
Is it because she had the child in her stomach in mind?


Snape grabbed Hermione by the waist as he pulled her towards the bed. They didn’t kiss, but stared in to each other’s eyes.

Snape was wondering why Hermione would be so willing to consent to having him.
And Hermione was wondering if she could change the man. Or at least make him forget his brutal past.