Goodnight, Demon Slayer
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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27
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18,746
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269
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... And Then It's Hilarious
Goodnight, Demon Slayer
Chapter Nineteen:
...And Then It's Hilarious
The screams arounr wer were the last things Hermione heard before somehow pulling herself back from the brink of total, utter, and (quite honestly) comfortable oblivion, and in her confused mind she could formulate and mutter only one thought.
"What the fuck?"
She did not open her eyes, but as far as she could tell all movement around her had ceased except for heavy footsteps that seemed to be retreating, followed by their subsequent return.
"Hermione?"
Oh, now that was much better. Severus' deep baritone rolled over her like a comforting blanket, and suddenly all thoughts of Zack Morris were dispensed. Hey, he was cute, but she'd never made out with Mark-Paul Gosselar, and that gave Severus the advantage in her book. In a fleeting moment of clarity, Hermione thought that she'd best get her head checked out. She had never been a day dreamer, especially in hostage situations. She was usually the calm, cool, and collected one, but she supposed that without Harry and Ron around there had to be someone to be the hapless victim.
Opening her eyes slowly, Hermione smiled (well, as best she could with so much swelling in her face) at Severus, who she guessed had been her savior once again. God, he smelled good.
"Hi," she croaked slowly as Severus' eyes grew bright with unshed tears and he gently pushed stray hair from her face. Silly Severus. He should be used to this kind of thing. He had been a Death Eater, after all. But then again, Hermione wondered how many times he's been on the rescuing end. And then she thought about unicorns for a while. Really must have that head checked out, 'Mione.
"Oh, Hermione," breathed the Potions Master, but he was too quickly drowned out by the whining cries of her kidnappers.
Well, two out of three of them, at least.
Looking around her and suddenly all too conscious, Hermione's eyes grew wide. This was not right. This was definitely not right.
"Where's Malfoy?" she demanded, completely lucid now, as real fear ripped through her. Draco may be a fuck-up, but he'd talked about bringing her before Voldemort which meant that unless he was seriously bluffing, they were somewhere close to the Dark Lord himself. And that did not bode well for any of them.
"I missed him." Severus tried to gloss over this fact as though it was not as important as Hermione knew it was, but she only glared at him stonily. "He ran out the back before I could get to him. We'll catch up with him sooner or later, but I couldn't leave you alone with those two to go chase him."
This made at least a bit of sense to Hermione who nodded and pulled herself to her feet with more authority than she felt.
"Those two?" scoffed the concussed Gryffindor defiantly. "I can take those..." Severus' arm wrapped around her back seconds before she lost her balance, and he gently eased her back down to the chair to which she'd previously btiedtied. Hanging her head for a few seconds, Hermione then took a deep breath and tried to stand once more.
"Erm... alright," Severus assented, helping Hermione to her feet again. She smiled sweetly at him then, an exhausted kind of love and pride evident on her every feature. Beaming down at her, Severus gently cupped her face and lowered his lips to leave feathery kisses on each of her cuts and bruises, making their final destination her swollen, beaten lips. Hermione smiled under his lips, and though it was painful, kissed him back with as much fervor as she could manage.
But, of course, since nothing could ever be good for two whole seconds in Severus' life, it did not last long.
Turning swiftly at the first rustle of Pansy's robes, Severus quickly cast as full body bind on both her and Lavender, making Hermione remember her mother's warning about making faces and having her face stick like that. It was funny.
Well, to someone very recently concussed, it was, and Hermione giggled. Completely serious again, Severus cast his intense, penetrating gaze on Hermione as if physically searching for the answer to the question he was about to ask.
"Will you be okay if I go after Malfoy?"
He moved close to her as he asked and gripped her upper arms. Hermione looked into his eyes, serious for the moment, and nodded.
"I should be. We're in the middle of nowhere, right?"
In the middle of nowhere with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked-With hanging around somewhere, but that was alright.
And yet, Severus looked somehow unconvinced.
"If anything should happen," he began slowly, as if talking to a toddler, "if anything should go wrong, send up a signal."
Hermione nodded.
"Okay. I'll say 'signal.'"
"With your wand, Hermione. Is your head alright, love?"
"Peachy fucking keen, now go and get that little bastard." Completely unconvinced of Hermione's competence, but utterly unable to keep himself from going after Draco, Severus leaned into her and gave her a small, chaste kiss before venturing off.
"I love you, Hermione."
"I love you, too Severus."
With one final look, Severus swept out the door, blood boiling and ready to literally kill Draco. Wouldn't be a great loss... Pansy and Lavender were dimwits; he could deal with only torturing them, but he had no doubt Draco had been the brains of the operation.
Which was probably why it had ended up so horribly.
Severus searched the entire area for Malfoy, but came up empty-handed at every turn. It was most likely that he had apparated somewhere, but Severus was insistent upon finding the boy and ripping him apart. With no real goal and no real aim, Severus tore through the countryside, bloodlust clouding his vision.
Suddenly, a searing pain shot through his left arm, almost blinding in its intensity.
He was being called.
For the first time all summer, he was being called.
Back in the shack, Hermione was quietly singing the theme to "Saved By The Bell" while simultaneously flicking her wand at her hostages. Lavender's hair was now, well... Lavender, and Pansy was now sporting a lovely new chin piercing.
Messing with people is fun, Hermione thought absentmindedly as she began to almost drunkenly waltz about the room while telling nonexistent objects "Come on, bucket, mop, broom. Flora says clean up the room." But in mid-waltz, a strong arm obviously not belonging to Severus circled her waist while another hand clamped on top of her mouth. Hermione's eyes grew wide and for a second she entertained the thought of biting down on the fleshy palm in front of her, but before she knew it, she was losing consciousness once again, the strong odor of a powerful sleeping draught wafting off her assailant's hand. Guessing at who her attacker might be, all questions were answered as she heard his stupid familiar voice.
"Well, well, Mudblood. Where is your brave defender now?"
Fucking Draco Malfoy.
****************************A/N*********************************
Okay, the use of the word 'signal' as a signal is credited to the genius of Reno 911! and the "bucket, mop, broom" thing was stolen straight from Disney's "Sleeping Beauty."
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Deb: Thanks! I hope the update didn't disappoint you, and I hope your life is getting less chaotic (God knows mine isn't!)!!! Thanks again!!
GrrArrg: You had two chapters to read 'cause you never read the first one when I told you I posted it, silly! And, yes, I am the world's best pimp! You're welcome! ANd I just have to throw in: "It is inappropriate for you to appreciate money so much!" And, I agree: God bless Zack Morris!
Sunny Valentine: Twist is well under control, don't you worry!!
Carmella: Yeah, well.. what can I say? I'm evil!
Kelly: Thanks!
Chapter Nineteen:
...And Then It's Hilarious
The screams arounr wer were the last things Hermione heard before somehow pulling herself back from the brink of total, utter, and (quite honestly) comfortable oblivion, and in her confused mind she could formulate and mutter only one thought.
"What the fuck?"
She did not open her eyes, but as far as she could tell all movement around her had ceased except for heavy footsteps that seemed to be retreating, followed by their subsequent return.
"Hermione?"
Oh, now that was much better. Severus' deep baritone rolled over her like a comforting blanket, and suddenly all thoughts of Zack Morris were dispensed. Hey, he was cute, but she'd never made out with Mark-Paul Gosselar, and that gave Severus the advantage in her book. In a fleeting moment of clarity, Hermione thought that she'd best get her head checked out. She had never been a day dreamer, especially in hostage situations. She was usually the calm, cool, and collected one, but she supposed that without Harry and Ron around there had to be someone to be the hapless victim.
Opening her eyes slowly, Hermione smiled (well, as best she could with so much swelling in her face) at Severus, who she guessed had been her savior once again. God, he smelled good.
"Hi," she croaked slowly as Severus' eyes grew bright with unshed tears and he gently pushed stray hair from her face. Silly Severus. He should be used to this kind of thing. He had been a Death Eater, after all. But then again, Hermione wondered how many times he's been on the rescuing end. And then she thought about unicorns for a while. Really must have that head checked out, 'Mione.
"Oh, Hermione," breathed the Potions Master, but he was too quickly drowned out by the whining cries of her kidnappers.
Well, two out of three of them, at least.
Looking around her and suddenly all too conscious, Hermione's eyes grew wide. This was not right. This was definitely not right.
"Where's Malfoy?" she demanded, completely lucid now, as real fear ripped through her. Draco may be a fuck-up, but he'd talked about bringing her before Voldemort which meant that unless he was seriously bluffing, they were somewhere close to the Dark Lord himself. And that did not bode well for any of them.
"I missed him." Severus tried to gloss over this fact as though it was not as important as Hermione knew it was, but she only glared at him stonily. "He ran out the back before I could get to him. We'll catch up with him sooner or later, but I couldn't leave you alone with those two to go chase him."
This made at least a bit of sense to Hermione who nodded and pulled herself to her feet with more authority than she felt.
"Those two?" scoffed the concussed Gryffindor defiantly. "I can take those..." Severus' arm wrapped around her back seconds before she lost her balance, and he gently eased her back down to the chair to which she'd previously btiedtied. Hanging her head for a few seconds, Hermione then took a deep breath and tried to stand once more.
"Erm... alright," Severus assented, helping Hermione to her feet again. She smiled sweetly at him then, an exhausted kind of love and pride evident on her every feature. Beaming down at her, Severus gently cupped her face and lowered his lips to leave feathery kisses on each of her cuts and bruises, making their final destination her swollen, beaten lips. Hermione smiled under his lips, and though it was painful, kissed him back with as much fervor as she could manage.
But, of course, since nothing could ever be good for two whole seconds in Severus' life, it did not last long.
Turning swiftly at the first rustle of Pansy's robes, Severus quickly cast as full body bind on both her and Lavender, making Hermione remember her mother's warning about making faces and having her face stick like that. It was funny.
Well, to someone very recently concussed, it was, and Hermione giggled. Completely serious again, Severus cast his intense, penetrating gaze on Hermione as if physically searching for the answer to the question he was about to ask.
"Will you be okay if I go after Malfoy?"
He moved close to her as he asked and gripped her upper arms. Hermione looked into his eyes, serious for the moment, and nodded.
"I should be. We're in the middle of nowhere, right?"
In the middle of nowhere with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked-With hanging around somewhere, but that was alright.
And yet, Severus looked somehow unconvinced.
"If anything should happen," he began slowly, as if talking to a toddler, "if anything should go wrong, send up a signal."
Hermione nodded.
"Okay. I'll say 'signal.'"
"With your wand, Hermione. Is your head alright, love?"
"Peachy fucking keen, now go and get that little bastard." Completely unconvinced of Hermione's competence, but utterly unable to keep himself from going after Draco, Severus leaned into her and gave her a small, chaste kiss before venturing off.
"I love you, Hermione."
"I love you, too Severus."
With one final look, Severus swept out the door, blood boiling and ready to literally kill Draco. Wouldn't be a great loss... Pansy and Lavender were dimwits; he could deal with only torturing them, but he had no doubt Draco had been the brains of the operation.
Which was probably why it had ended up so horribly.
Severus searched the entire area for Malfoy, but came up empty-handed at every turn. It was most likely that he had apparated somewhere, but Severus was insistent upon finding the boy and ripping him apart. With no real goal and no real aim, Severus tore through the countryside, bloodlust clouding his vision.
Suddenly, a searing pain shot through his left arm, almost blinding in its intensity.
He was being called.
For the first time all summer, he was being called.
Back in the shack, Hermione was quietly singing the theme to "Saved By The Bell" while simultaneously flicking her wand at her hostages. Lavender's hair was now, well... Lavender, and Pansy was now sporting a lovely new chin piercing.
Messing with people is fun, Hermione thought absentmindedly as she began to almost drunkenly waltz about the room while telling nonexistent objects "Come on, bucket, mop, broom. Flora says clean up the room." But in mid-waltz, a strong arm obviously not belonging to Severus circled her waist while another hand clamped on top of her mouth. Hermione's eyes grew wide and for a second she entertained the thought of biting down on the fleshy palm in front of her, but before she knew it, she was losing consciousness once again, the strong odor of a powerful sleeping draught wafting off her assailant's hand. Guessing at who her attacker might be, all questions were answered as she heard his stupid familiar voice.
"Well, well, Mudblood. Where is your brave defender now?"
Fucking Draco Malfoy.
****************************A/N*********************************
Okay, the use of the word 'signal' as a signal is credited to the genius of Reno 911! and the "bucket, mop, broom" thing was stolen straight from Disney's "Sleeping Beauty."
THANK YOU:
Titania: I will try to update more frequently, I know how much it sucks to have slow updates, but my RL sucks. But I'll try!!!
June W: Hee hee! I LOVE cliffhang Th Thanks
Alicia: Thanks!
elementaldeity: Thanks! And thanks for your vote in the great American Idol song search!
Jeanette: Thanks!
spaz141: Thank you, my fourth favorite minion! I hope you're doing well!
Aime'e: Thanks... I think!;)
Cat: Thank you!
deblovesdragon: Okay, here's more. Hope you liked it!
Sabrina: Thanks!
ancientgirl: I don't hate Colin Farrell, but I know GrrArrg does, so I threw it in! Thanks!
DRanged691: Thanks!
kawaiililkitten: Thanks! You can get update info on my livejournal (potionmistressm).
vania: Thank you so much!
Yvonne: Thanks!
Deb: Thanks! I hope the update didn't disappoint you, and I hope your life is getting less chaotic (God knows mine isn't!)!!! Thanks again!!
GrrArrg: You had two chapters to read 'cause you never read the first one when I told you I posted it, silly! And, yes, I am the world's best pimp! You're welcome! ANd I just have to throw in: "It is inappropriate for you to appreciate money so much!" And, I agree: God bless Zack Morris!
Sunny Valentine: Twist is well under control, don't you worry!!
Carmella: Yeah, well.. what can I say? I'm evil!
Kelly: Thanks!