Behind a Death Eater's Mask

A/N:
Yeah I still don't own Snape. I'll keep you up to date on that situation however I don't think Snape is into that whole being bought thing.
Anyway, J.K. Rowling owns all that is Harry Potter.

*Ok guys, I tried to make this stupid thing put in my chapter in a normal readable way and it butchered it.I'm new to all of this writing stories stuff. I f you could tell me how to make this work I would greatly appreciate it. Sorry for the choppy reading. =(

~Chapter 2~

As soon as Hermione's foot steps could no longer be heard running down the hall Snape sat down in his chair again as he became dizzy from the loss of blood. He pulled his wand out and cast a quick healing charm on himself. He'd become quite proficient in them ever since the Dark Lord had been warned that he might be a spy. Every Dark Revel since then had been an exercise in torture for him. This time he had lucked out, just as they pulled the knife from his side, some extremely drunken Death Eaters brought Voldemort a muggle female to play with. Just some poor woman from off the street was now going to be raped and then tortured to death. Even though he knew she had saved him from another night of repeated cruciatus curses, and god knows what else, he still felt he should be in her place. After all the horrible things he had done in his life he knew he deserved it. He had quickly apparated to Hogsmeade and just as he sat down in his office he had heard someone knock on his door. Of all the people in the world he had least expected her. What had she been down here for? Why had she come to him for a sound? He let out a long sigh as his headache became worse. He trudged over to his small liquor cabinet and pulled the bottle of Ogden's Fine Fire Whiskey from it's depths and quickly took the top off and drank straight from the bottle. Soon he would have no more headache, no more pain in his side and no more memory of the screams of the woman as he had left that reched place.

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The next day in class Hermione watched as he conducted class as usual. House points taken here and there, nothing seemed out of place. Had she dreamt the whole thing? He didn't even glance her way. She thought for sure that he would at least give her some kind of sneer or perhaps be a little
rougher on her today for bothering him so late last night. That on top of the fact that she had been completely disrespectful to him when she had said all those things. She didn't understand. Why wasn't he acting different at all? She tried to settle back into her regular routine,which often consisted of a bit of day dreaming while he taught. When he would go over something she felt she already new backwards and forwards she would take those moments to let her mind wander. She would marvel at how silky his voice was and how great it would be to hear that same voice say her name. Or she would watch his long fingers prepare whatever potion he happened to be working on with great ease.She sighed as the painful realization came to her that she had blown that all with one night of stupidity. What had she been thinking? Yet here she sat still pining for her potions master and she knew it would not stop until she satiated her fantasies.

"Miss Granger! It appears you assume you are too well versed in this class to have to pay attention. Or perhaps you were up too late last night? Another 10 points from Gryffindor!" He said as he trned his back to her to sit at his desk.

It had happened! She knew it, yet he seemed to be perfectly healthy. Perhaps it wasn't as bad as it looked. She would definatly have to find out tonight. She may not be able to seduce him but she could at least check in on him, she knew he would never admit that he was wounded beyond his own healing abilities.

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Hermione looked at her clock sitting on her bed side table. Almost time. Curfew would be in 5 minutes and then she could head down to the dungeons and check on him. This time she decided to go quite a bit earlier in hopes that he would not be so irate with her. She padded across her floor over to her closest and pulled her long black school robes. She walked by her mirror and stopped in front of it to contemplate her attire. Perhaps she should don her full school uniform? What would it matter? It's not like anyone was going to see her and she sure as hell wasn't going to be seducing Snape tonight. She opted to leave her satin nightgown on and pulled her heavy black robes over the top and headed down the stairs to the common room. Carefully looking around the corner she noticed everyone had gone to bed already and she quietly slipped through the Fat Lady's Portrait into the cold, stone hall beyond.

As she came to the door way to his classroom a flashback of the night before made her stop and rethink everything she was doing. Was she really going to do this again. Did she enjoy torturing herself? She could hear movement coming from his office and then she heard the sound of glass shattering. Hermione quickly went to his office door and threw it open expecting to find Professor Snape sprawled on the floor in a pool of blood. What she found came as even more of a shock. There, in the middle of the room in front of Professor Snape's desk, stood a man in heavy black robes, his face covered by the customary Death Eater mask. She gasped and covered her mouth trying to back out of the room as quickly as possible. With an unnatural speed he was to
her and had a hold of her wrist. She tried to scream but nothing would come out. He swung her around hard and pushed her back onto the desk using his weight to hold her down. He used his other hand to cover her mouth and then he spoke in hushed tones.

"You will not scream, do you understand me Miss Granger?"

His face was only inches from hers. A look of confusion passed over her face which turned into recognition. She had known he was a spy but had never pictured him this way, she had been frightened it was true.

"Calm yourself Miss Granger. You've known I was a spy for some time. But enough of this coddling, why have you felt the need to come barging into my private quarters? This is unacceptable!" he hissed in her ear.

"Well, I......Last night when I came here you were wounded and then tonight I came to check on you and I heard the sound of glass breaking. I thought something might have happened to you." she said uncertainly closing her eyes so she could avoid the dark eyes that now stared into hers.

His hands were warm and seemed to radiate heat where he had a hold of her. His long, black hair fell in her face and his scent was all around her. She slowly breathed in, enjoying the smell of Sandalwood and Patchouli. She wanted to remember the way he felt pressed against her because she knew it would never happen again. She slowly opened her eyes as he pushed himself off the desk.

He began to notice the way she was looking at him. Everything he did seemed to hold her complete concentration. He had to be imagining this. She couldn't possibly want a man as tainted as him. Had she lost her mind? He began to piece it together, she pitied him or wanted something from him, just as the women before her did. He had to get rid of her and quick. He would give her exactly what she was looking for.

"Why Miss Granger would you come running into my office. Do you think someone as weak as yourself could save me from the life I have condemed myself to? Do you actually think I would believe that a righteous Gryffindor would come down here to save someone such as myself from a horrible death? Tell me the real reason you have come down here!"

"Because I was worried about you." Hermione looked as though that one statement would save him from his life of sins.

Snape lunged forward trapping her between his desk and his body, grabbing both her wrists with one hand and pushing her body against the desk once more. This time he ground his hips painfully into hers as he slid his free hand under her robes, over her smooth, bare legs. He then continued upward until he came to the catch of her robes. He roughly seized it and ripped it apart exposing her scantily clad body. He was not expecting her to be in a Gryffindor-red, satin nightgown with unbelievably small satin panties that tied at the sides. Perhaps she was not the innocent girl she portrayed and what he was doing would not have the affect he was going for. As the cold air hit her bare flesh she struggled beneath him which only made him tighten his grip on her. He leaned even more painfully into her effectivly holding her in place.

He drew in close to her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. The voice that came forth was cold and hollow sounding as it came through his mask. "Is this what you were looking for Miss Granger? A one night stand with a nefarious Death Eater? The bad boy that every good girl wants? Do you think that I did not notice that little display last night when you visited me during your rounds? Are you trying to have some kind of adventure that no good girl should have? "

Hermione blushed in shame as she thought about how she had blatantly thrown herself at him. Her anger at herself renewed her strength as she struggled as his hand roamed over her satin covered body, roughly grabbing here and there. She tried to scream and the only thing that came forth was a great sob. Why was this happening to her? He wasn't suppose to be like this.

"Miss Granger, you don't seem to be enjoying your one night stand with a hated Death Eater. Is this not what you envisioned in your little fantasies? Why would you come here if this wasn't what you were looking for?"

"Because I loved you!" she screamed out as she used the last bit of her energy on one last attempt to throw his body from hers.

Snape's movements ceased, he was in shock. His hold on her loosened as he pushed back from her, he stood stock still. What had he done? Hermione drew her legs to her chest and rolled onto her side as great racking sobs over took her body. She hadn't wanted it to be this way.