My Broken Girl
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,235
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2
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I Hate Tears
*I am not sure who is reading this yet, but to whoever is, thank you!!! I have had this plot bunny in my head for awhile, and I am glad I am finally turning it into a story! Please Review! Reviews make my heart warm and happy!*
Chapter 2: I Hate Tears
Hannah looked at her old potions master in shock. She had not seen him since her 6th year, and had not thought of him since then, also.
Snape looked at Goyle and nodded. “Thanks. You may leave now.” Goyle gave Hannah a snide smile and pushed her into the room. Snape looked down at Hannah with a frown. He took her arm, and closed the door to the dungeons. Hannah had not once broken her eyes from her gaze at her old Professor. She could not believe that he had bid on her. He hated her. Next to Neville, she had always done the worst in Potions class. She thought that Professor Snape would never want to see her face again.
Snape drug her over to the couch in his common room and roughly pushed her down on it. He stood above her and sneered; a look that she was very common with.
“Stop….staring…at…me,” he icily said to her.
Hannah quickly looked down, his voice freezing the blood in her veins.
“You are my property, now, and I HATE being stared at, so if I even see your eyes meeting my face, when I am not talking to you, you will be severely punished,” he said in a low voice. Hannah kept her eyes on her feet, trying to sink her body into the couch.
“Sorry, Professor,” she choked out.
Snape gave a small, bitter laugh, “I am NOT your Professor anymore, little girl, I am YOUR MASTER, and you will treat me as such!”
Hannah felt tears come to her eyes, as she started twisting the dirty material of her jumper, in her hands.
“I HATE tears, too! Stop your sniveling!”
Hannah quickly rubbed the tears from her eyes.
“I am sorry….” she whispered.
“You will refer to me as Master,” Snape bellowed out, grabbing Hannah’s chin in his own hand. “You will never, ever address me by anything else but Master!”
Hannah looked in his eyes, taking in their evil glint.
“I am sorry…Master” she sniffed out.
Snape stood back up and let out a loud sigh. “Well, I can see you are going to be utterly useless tonight.” He grabbed her arm roughly and dragged her to his room and through a small door by his armoire. He threw her on the floor of the room and pointed to another door on the other side of the room.
“That is the washroom, clean yourself up; you smell! There are nightclothes in the washroom.” He then strode to the door. Before he walked out he turned back to her.
“Then go to sleep. I don’t want to hear any sniffling or crying coming from here. I want to get my own night of sleep, and if you disrupt it, you will not like the consequences."
Snape then slammed the door and Hannah heard a click as he locked the door. She then pulled her knees to her chest and let silent sobs rack her body.
Chapter 2: I Hate Tears
Hannah looked at her old potions master in shock. She had not seen him since her 6th year, and had not thought of him since then, also.
Snape looked at Goyle and nodded. “Thanks. You may leave now.” Goyle gave Hannah a snide smile and pushed her into the room. Snape looked down at Hannah with a frown. He took her arm, and closed the door to the dungeons. Hannah had not once broken her eyes from her gaze at her old Professor. She could not believe that he had bid on her. He hated her. Next to Neville, she had always done the worst in Potions class. She thought that Professor Snape would never want to see her face again.
Snape drug her over to the couch in his common room and roughly pushed her down on it. He stood above her and sneered; a look that she was very common with.
“Stop….staring…at…me,” he icily said to her.
Hannah quickly looked down, his voice freezing the blood in her veins.
“You are my property, now, and I HATE being stared at, so if I even see your eyes meeting my face, when I am not talking to you, you will be severely punished,” he said in a low voice. Hannah kept her eyes on her feet, trying to sink her body into the couch.
“Sorry, Professor,” she choked out.
Snape gave a small, bitter laugh, “I am NOT your Professor anymore, little girl, I am YOUR MASTER, and you will treat me as such!”
Hannah felt tears come to her eyes, as she started twisting the dirty material of her jumper, in her hands.
“I HATE tears, too! Stop your sniveling!”
Hannah quickly rubbed the tears from her eyes.
“I am sorry….” she whispered.
“You will refer to me as Master,” Snape bellowed out, grabbing Hannah’s chin in his own hand. “You will never, ever address me by anything else but Master!”
Hannah looked in his eyes, taking in their evil glint.
“I am sorry…Master” she sniffed out.
Snape stood back up and let out a loud sigh. “Well, I can see you are going to be utterly useless tonight.” He grabbed her arm roughly and dragged her to his room and through a small door by his armoire. He threw her on the floor of the room and pointed to another door on the other side of the room.
“That is the washroom, clean yourself up; you smell! There are nightclothes in the washroom.” He then strode to the door. Before he walked out he turned back to her.
“Then go to sleep. I don’t want to hear any sniffling or crying coming from here. I want to get my own night of sleep, and if you disrupt it, you will not like the consequences."
Snape then slammed the door and Hannah heard a click as he locked the door. She then pulled her knees to her chest and let silent sobs rack her body.