The long and winding road to love

Chapter 19: For the sake of the Order





So…well… I know that you probably do not like
my story as you used to but believe I do my best, or at least I try. Please don’t
be mean with the reviews… this is my Snape, this is my Hermione, this is my
union… don’t step in it. To the rest, thanks… I appreciate your support quite a
lot.

So… I hope you do like it and please… I
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Well… here it
is; chapter 19… enjoy!

 

Chapter 19: For
the sake of the Order

 

The room has never felt so cold. Their chests have never been so
utterly bitter. An abyss separated them now; what had she done?

 

“Severus…” she tried to say, she tried to explain, but it was useless.
His heart was now so filled with hate and misery that nothing could she could say would change that.

 

“I beg you to shut up, Miss Granger,” he suggested with his left
hand on his chest; his expression only depicted pain.

 

 “What’s the matter?” she asked; her clothes as untidy as she
had ever worn them.

 

“You stupid little girl.
Nothing is the matter. Your little brain does not comprehend such delicate
subjects. Now I know what you meant by “helping the Order”,” he sarcastically
said, slowly walking towards the fire.

 

“Yes,” was all she said. How could she
tell him that she had agreed to go down on this only for the sake of the Order?
Maybe because it was partly true; she had also done it because he had broken
her heart.

 

“The Order never requested the services of prostitutes, Miss
Granger,” he muttered looking melancholically into the fire, as if their happy
honeymoon they had shared could be distinguished in the orange flames or the
roaring fire.

 

“The Order never requested the services of a hypocrite,” she shot
back.

 

“You are wrong, Miss Granger. The Order has always needed the
services of a sinner such as myself; someone whose soul is so dead not even the
darkest of Dark Eaters can truly understand my nature,” he almost whispered,
“How could you have sunk so low?” he asked. But he wasn’t looking for an
answer. It was kind of a rhetorical question; something for which his mind kept
looking for a rational explanation. Yet, his heart could not find it; yet his
heart refused to accept it.

 

What’s more, Hermione was unable to find the way of telling him
she hadn’t been penetrated by Draco; that she was only his.

 

“I did what I did for a reason,” she started to explain, but he
interrupted her; his soul filled with rage.

 

“You shouldn’t have sold your body to that scum!” he shouted,
throwing his Slytherin Brandy glass to the flames, which reacted quite
energetically to the alcohol. He stepped back for the fire not to burn his
robes for his wife had reduced his soul to ashes only minutes ago.  

 

“I didn’t,” she simply said, slowly walking to where he was, “and
if my own husband cannot trust my word, then I don’t know who can,” she
alleged, crossing her arms across her chest.

 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said, slightly smirking, “I heard it
myself, Lucius heard it too…bloody hell, Miss Granger! Even the Dark Lord heard
you, wherever he is!” he shouted, walking to where she was and taking her arms-
her slender arms- on his firm strong hands.

 

“I…I…I…” she wanted to say, but he was shaking her so badly- as if
he wanted to expel the demon that had taken over Hermione Granger- that she was
unable to speak her mind, “I…I…” she tried to explain once again but even
though he had stopped with his brusque movements, the hard surface she had
created for no one to harm her, had melted under his touch. She hadn’t realized
that she craved his caress so much… but, unfortunately, she did. And when his
hands first made contact with her skin, suddenly the solid core she had so
perfectly shaped within, dissolved.

 

“What?” he whispered into her ear, “did he rape youe ase asked,
caressing her cheek. He longed for her skin as well; oh gods! How much he loved
the shaved skin between her legs! He had sculpted a part of her according to his
personal desires and now he missed those little brown curls of her emerging
from her bare skin.

 

“No,” she answered between tears.

 

“Then I cannot understand what in the name of Merlin obliged you
to do something like that!” he said, removing his hands from her arms and thus
leaving her completely unprotected. He didn’t know that Hermione Granger had
grown, in as little as five days, so dependant on him that she required his
presence to feel safe.

And so he left her completely alone in the darkest corner of the
living room, trying hard not to feel guilty.

 

“Please, don’t leave me,” she begged almost in a whisper. She was
sobbing uncontrollably now; he could tell by the tears that ran down her cheek
and the soft sighs she made every time she breathed. But as much as he wanted
to touch her, to caress her, to comfort her, to wipe her tears away with a
handkerchief, as a real Englishman would do, his pride and his principles stood
in the way. They were too heavy to ignore, even as he stood in front of the
only woman he had ever loved.

 

 “I will be in my chambers. If you need anything, please do
not hesitate to Floo the house- elves for help,” he coldly said, daring not to
look into her eyes. Those eyes that resembled so much Medusa’s that he knew for
a fact that he would turn to stone if he searched love in those brown spheres.

 

And so he did not look back, but kept walking through the narrow
corridor that led to his room. He left her laying
there, in the middle of the stone floor; her tears were sculpting a path on her
expressions that would soon be filled with much more than the salty water that
were her tears.

 

Little did he know that her love would soon be proven strong for
good; nothing good comes from the Noble and Most Ancient House of Malfoy.