Insomnia

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from the books or the movies. That privilege belongs to the gracious J.K. Rowling. I do not make any money from writing of this story. Again, that privilege belongs to the gracious J.K. Rowling.



If The Walls Could Talk



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As Snape went to retrieve another bottle, he heard a knock. “WHO IN THE SEVEN HELLS IS KNOCKING AT THIS UNGODLY HOUR? Snape yelled. Storming towards the door, Snape yanked the door open to find Hermione Granger at his doorstep.



“Miss Granger, what in the hell are you doing here?” Snape yelled. Hermione was shocked. “Um, uh” Hermione stuttered. Annoyed, Snape barked “Miss Granger decease your stuttering and tell me why you are here?” Staring at her feet, Hermione did not see that Snape had frozen for a brief moment. When she looked back at him, he seemed… different. She continued, “P-professor Snape, I wanted to ask you a question about the Draught of the Living Dead.” To her amazement, Snape smiled. “Why of course, Miss Granger. Come inside.” Snape stepped back and let Hermione entered his private quarters. Hermione was shocked. Snape had an enormous library. Books covered two of the walls. In the middle were two green, plush chairs, and a small wooden table. Behind that was a bare fireplace.



Snape took advantage of the witch’s dumbstruck appearance and silently cast a silencing charm as well as a ward on the room. Hermione turned around to face the potion master and was shocked to find that his eyes had glossed over. Hermione immediately knew what was wrong. “Oh, no sir. You’ve been imperio’ed.” She unsheathed her wand but Snape was faster than she was. “Expelliarmus!” Snape shouted. The scarlet light hit Hermione square in the chest causing her to fly backwards into the wooden table as well as disarming her. Snape casually walked to the table and grabbed a fistful of hair. “Pathetic, Mudblood.” Snape sneered. “I expected better from you, Miss Granger.” Hermione looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please, Professor fight it.” Snape laughed at her with glossy eyes. Raising his free hand, Snape punched her in the face hitting her cheek. He repeated the action two more times until she spat blood. He let go of her and walked away for a moment. It was in that moment that Hermione tried to get up.



She tried to stand up but her back was sore from the impact of the table. Crawling was the only option that Hermione had. The position pained her yet she had to get away before the imperio’d Snape. She spotted her wand by the door. Could I make it before he comes back? She wondered. Clinging to the hope that she could, Hermione moved as fast as her body would allow to. At that moment, Snape’s foot came in to contact with Hermione’s stomach. Crack! Hermione felt the crack of her ribs as she fell over. “Thought you could get away from me Mudblood?” Snape cackled as she clutched her stomach. “Please stop.” Hermione pleaded. Snape laughed as he pointed his wand at her. He made a slashing motion with his wand in an “X” formation and Hermione felt her clothes rip in the same manner. Realization dawned on her. “No! Stop Professor.” Snape stopped his actions and stared at her. He’s fighting it! Hermione thought. Covering her naked body (with the exception of her socks and shoes) with her hands she tried to stand up.



Snape stood in place while his mind and magic fought for control. His mind was great at fighting against Voldermort’s constant intrusion but that was his mind. His entire body was a different story. Snape’s mind was putting up a great fight but the magic was a tad stronger. With an extra push, the magic won and Snape’s body was at the mercy of the magic and Hermione was in danger. His eyes glossed over yet again and the magic ordered him to complete his mission. “Mudblood, do you think you can escape me?” Snape asked. Hermione knew he had lost the fight. Hermione started to cry. “Mudblood, don’t cry yet. We haven’t even started the show.” Hermione took all the strength she had and leaped for her wand which was inches away. She was fast but yet again Snape was faster. “Incarcerous” Snape shouted. Thick ropes out of thin air wrapped around Hermione’s arms and legs causing her to fall back in mid leap.



Snape laughed clearly amused. “Well let’s get this show on the roll, shall we?” Hermione struggled to get out of her bindings but all it did was leave a rope burn on her wrists and ankles. Snape laughed again. “Locomotor Hermione!” Hermione rose in the air and followed Snape into his bedroom. Hermione silently prayed for somebody to rescue her from her awaiting faith.