The Guardian of Slytherin
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Chapter Fourteen
Bonus chapter! Bonus chapter! LOL! Yeah, I thought I would be really nice and put out an extra chapter today. I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know.
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Chapter Fourteen
Severus walked over to Hermione when she didn’t speak for five minutes. Leaning down, he whispered, “You don’t have to do this.”
“They deserve an explanation,” she breathed. “I-I don’t know if I can give it to them though.” Taking his hand, as she closed her eyes and pressed her face to his palm. “But there is no easy answers are there?”
“No, there aren’t,” he breathed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You can do this. What they say or how they react doesn’t matter. Please remember that.”
Hermione nodded, taking a deep breath to fortify herself she looked over to Ron and Harry. She knew that no matter what was said that chances were that they weren’t going to trust her afterwards.
Standing up, tall and straight, she went to stand in front of them. What to say, she wondered. Hermione took another deep breath and said, “Fifteen minutes before you called Dobby to help and twenty minutes before you rescued me, I was hit with the cruciatus by Voldemort himself. He had intended to break me, making me a shell of what I was. What he managed to do, in actuality, was kill me.”
“But you didn’t die!” Ron exclaimed.
“I did,” she repeated. “I died and I came back, but I wasn’t the same as when I left.”
***
Ginny looked around the large flat, wondering why she was there at all. She looked over to Marcus who was pouring drinks for them both at the bar. He came over and handed her a glass filled with fizzing amber liquid with ice. Taking a sip she was shocked when she found it not only to be nonalcoholic, but slightly spicy as well.
“What is this?” she asked, sputtering.
“Ginger ale,” he told her laughing. “It’s a muggle beverage that I’ve grown to like.”
“Since when did you mingle with muggles?” Ginny asked. “Or talk so much?”
“I admit just for a short time on both counts,” he said, smiling at what she had asked. “There has been much of the world I was denying myself out of ignorance on my part. I’m trying to change that.” He took another sip of his drink before asking her, “Why are you so angry at Hermione?”
“I told you why,” she said sitting down hard on the lounger. “It’s her fault Harry left me.”
“That would be the same man that prefers men to women, right?” Marcus asked, making her glare at him.
“You’ll never understand!” She put down her drink. “We were meant to be!”
“Meant to be what exactly and when were you told this?”
“I just knew!” she insisted.
“When?”
“When I was ten!”
Frowning Marcus sat down next to her. “Perhaps this is just ignorance on my part, but I’ve found that the daydreams of young, very inexperienced girls don’t amount to much in the real world.” He set aside his own drink and made her look him in the eyes. “The chap is gay. It’s a fact that no amount of yelling, screaming, crying or blaming is going to change.”
Ginny’s face cracked as what he was saying hit home and she broke out into tears. “B-but he was the one for me!”
“No, that was a dream,” he murmured. “You need yourself a man that likes having sex with witches.” When she didn’t say anything, but kept crying he asked, “Didn’t you have a clue that he wasn’t interested in you that way?”
“You mean other than him never being able to get hard with me!” She wailed, making him wince.
Being the one to provide emotional solace wasn’t what anyone would call a prime position, Marcus thought, which is more than likely why he would avoid it in the future. But until the witch got it through her head that hurting Hermione wouldn’t get her what she wanted, namely Harry Potter willing to fuck her, or any woman for that matter, what was he supposed to do? And then there was the fact that all this talk was beginning to wear thin on him. Shit, he thought sourly, I think I’ve spoken more in the last half an hour than I have in the last year!
Left with no other plan or idea Marcus asked the first thing that popped into his head. “Do you want to shag?”
“What?” She jumped up. “You don’t do that sort of thing! We hardly even know each other and I’m emotionally unstable and I need love and care and you can’t ask me something like that!”
He waited a minute after her rant. “Well, do you?”
Letting out a growl, Ginny tackled him.
***
The silvery strand of Hermione’s memory was slowly pulled from her head by Severus who did so with care. He dropped it into the pensive, looking over to Hermione. Exhaustion was etched into her features, making him think she needed to rest again. But it was what was in the witch’s eyes that told him that she wouldn’t do so until Potter and Weasley were finished looking at the memories.
“What’s there in the pensive will tell you some of what happened,” Hermione murmured weakly.
“Why are you so tired?” Harry asked, frowning as he studied her.
She looked over to him, murmuring, “So this is how you behave when your head isn’t planted up your ass? It’s been so long that I’ve forgotten.”
“Oi!” Ron snapped. “We care!”
“Oh yes, you care,” she whispered, her voice caustic. “With care like that I would have been better off as a man kicked in the balls.”
“I could have done without that imagery,” Severus muttered.
“I know,” she murmured, patting his arm. “But I needed something that was simple enough for even Ron to understand.”
“He’s not as big of an idiot as you’re making him out to be!” Harry exclaimed.
“No one is that big of an idiot,” Hermione replied dryly. “Let me remind you, Harry, that Ron is a simpleton when it comes to human emotions, which is why I put it in the words I did.”
Ron looked over to Harry, muttering, “I can’t believe she would think that!”
“I do,” his friend responded. “She’s right. You’re a right dolt when it comes to what anyone feels.”
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This chapter down and more heading your way very soon. Thank you to everyone for your continuous support. Please if you could review to let me know what you think is going on, it'll help out a lot. Thanks again and have a wonderful day.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
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Chapter Fourteen
Severus walked over to Hermione when she didn’t speak for five minutes. Leaning down, he whispered, “You don’t have to do this.”
“They deserve an explanation,” she breathed. “I-I don’t know if I can give it to them though.” Taking his hand, as she closed her eyes and pressed her face to his palm. “But there is no easy answers are there?”
“No, there aren’t,” he breathed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You can do this. What they say or how they react doesn’t matter. Please remember that.”
Hermione nodded, taking a deep breath to fortify herself she looked over to Ron and Harry. She knew that no matter what was said that chances were that they weren’t going to trust her afterwards.
Standing up, tall and straight, she went to stand in front of them. What to say, she wondered. Hermione took another deep breath and said, “Fifteen minutes before you called Dobby to help and twenty minutes before you rescued me, I was hit with the cruciatus by Voldemort himself. He had intended to break me, making me a shell of what I was. What he managed to do, in actuality, was kill me.”
“But you didn’t die!” Ron exclaimed.
“I did,” she repeated. “I died and I came back, but I wasn’t the same as when I left.”
***
Ginny looked around the large flat, wondering why she was there at all. She looked over to Marcus who was pouring drinks for them both at the bar. He came over and handed her a glass filled with fizzing amber liquid with ice. Taking a sip she was shocked when she found it not only to be nonalcoholic, but slightly spicy as well.
“What is this?” she asked, sputtering.
“Ginger ale,” he told her laughing. “It’s a muggle beverage that I’ve grown to like.”
“Since when did you mingle with muggles?” Ginny asked. “Or talk so much?”
“I admit just for a short time on both counts,” he said, smiling at what she had asked. “There has been much of the world I was denying myself out of ignorance on my part. I’m trying to change that.” He took another sip of his drink before asking her, “Why are you so angry at Hermione?”
“I told you why,” she said sitting down hard on the lounger. “It’s her fault Harry left me.”
“That would be the same man that prefers men to women, right?” Marcus asked, making her glare at him.
“You’ll never understand!” She put down her drink. “We were meant to be!”
“Meant to be what exactly and when were you told this?”
“I just knew!” she insisted.
“When?”
“When I was ten!”
Frowning Marcus sat down next to her. “Perhaps this is just ignorance on my part, but I’ve found that the daydreams of young, very inexperienced girls don’t amount to much in the real world.” He set aside his own drink and made her look him in the eyes. “The chap is gay. It’s a fact that no amount of yelling, screaming, crying or blaming is going to change.”
Ginny’s face cracked as what he was saying hit home and she broke out into tears. “B-but he was the one for me!”
“No, that was a dream,” he murmured. “You need yourself a man that likes having sex with witches.” When she didn’t say anything, but kept crying he asked, “Didn’t you have a clue that he wasn’t interested in you that way?”
“You mean other than him never being able to get hard with me!” She wailed, making him wince.
Being the one to provide emotional solace wasn’t what anyone would call a prime position, Marcus thought, which is more than likely why he would avoid it in the future. But until the witch got it through her head that hurting Hermione wouldn’t get her what she wanted, namely Harry Potter willing to fuck her, or any woman for that matter, what was he supposed to do? And then there was the fact that all this talk was beginning to wear thin on him. Shit, he thought sourly, I think I’ve spoken more in the last half an hour than I have in the last year!
Left with no other plan or idea Marcus asked the first thing that popped into his head. “Do you want to shag?”
“What?” She jumped up. “You don’t do that sort of thing! We hardly even know each other and I’m emotionally unstable and I need love and care and you can’t ask me something like that!”
He waited a minute after her rant. “Well, do you?”
Letting out a growl, Ginny tackled him.
***
The silvery strand of Hermione’s memory was slowly pulled from her head by Severus who did so with care. He dropped it into the pensive, looking over to Hermione. Exhaustion was etched into her features, making him think she needed to rest again. But it was what was in the witch’s eyes that told him that she wouldn’t do so until Potter and Weasley were finished looking at the memories.
“What’s there in the pensive will tell you some of what happened,” Hermione murmured weakly.
“Why are you so tired?” Harry asked, frowning as he studied her.
She looked over to him, murmuring, “So this is how you behave when your head isn’t planted up your ass? It’s been so long that I’ve forgotten.”
“Oi!” Ron snapped. “We care!”
“Oh yes, you care,” she whispered, her voice caustic. “With care like that I would have been better off as a man kicked in the balls.”
“I could have done without that imagery,” Severus muttered.
“I know,” she murmured, patting his arm. “But I needed something that was simple enough for even Ron to understand.”
“He’s not as big of an idiot as you’re making him out to be!” Harry exclaimed.
“No one is that big of an idiot,” Hermione replied dryly. “Let me remind you, Harry, that Ron is a simpleton when it comes to human emotions, which is why I put it in the words I did.”
Ron looked over to Harry, muttering, “I can’t believe she would think that!”
“I do,” his friend responded. “She’s right. You’re a right dolt when it comes to what anyone feels.”
***
This chapter down and more heading your way very soon. Thank you to everyone for your continuous support. Please if you could review to let me know what you think is going on, it'll help out a lot. Thanks again and have a wonderful day.