Persuasions

Summary: Hermione is kidnapped in the middle of the search of the Horcruxes, she is kept alive in order to serve as a bait. But she finds herself in company of Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy and everything changes when she discovers the truth behind Severus’s actions.

Disclaimer:This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author's notes: I just wanted to say that English isn't my first language, so is probably that you will find grammar errors. Hope you like it!

Keys:

'thoughts'

"speaking"

~*~ Persuasions ~*~

CHAPTER 3: UNEXPECTED MEETINGS



Hermione was left alone with her thoughts in the following days. She had been moved and locked in a small room. She had taken the bed and hadn’t move from there.

Every time she heard the door she hugged herself, protecting her body from outsiders. It had passed three days and no one had touched her in that time.

The food that was on the table next to her was untouched. She hadn’t eaten too much in those days. She didn’t have the strength to get up from the bed and eat.

She heard the door open and immediately she closed her eyes. She heard footsteps. The person was here to retrieve the dish, or at least, she hoped that was the reason.

“Scared Granger?” the voice said.

Hermione opened her eyes and looked at the young man standing next to her. He was a couple of feet away from the bed, looking at her.

Hermione sat down and covered herself with the bed’s sheets. “What are you doing here?” she asked him. She hadn’t spoken in the last days.

“I live here.” He said grinning, walking toward her. Draco Malfoy hadn’t change at all since the last time she saw him.

Hermione flinched and moved as far as she could without leaving the bed. “What do you want?”

Draco laughed. “You are scared!” he laughed coldly again.

Hermione glared at him. “Leave me alone” she hissed recovering her courage.

Draco grinned and sat down on the bed. “Come on Granger, do you think I’ll let an opportunity like this pass?” he looked at her. “Finally I have you were I wanted.” He smirked.


Hermione started trembling. Was Draco Malfoy going to rape her too? Draco moved a hand toward her and saw her close her eyes with fear. He sighed and moved away from the bed.

Hermione opened her eyes and saw Draco sitting down on a chair. “Do you really think I was going to rape you?” he asked her amused.

Hermione looked at him confused. “Weren’t you?”Draco laughed coldly. “No Granger, as much as I despite you I wouldn’t be capable of performing such a thing.”

“Why? Scare that my blood is going to contaminate you?” she asked him hissing, still confused.

“Because that’s for barbaric people, and I am not.” He answered taking an apple from her dish and biting it. “I was just wondering if it was true that the know-it-all, the third member of the fabulous trio was broken.” He said without looking at her, still eating the apple.

Hermione glared at him. “You saw what you wanted to see, now leave.” She said.

Draco continued eating. “It’s a shame. I always thought it would take more than a few rapes to take you down, but it seems I was wrong.” He said avoiding her eyes.

Hermione raised an eyebrow and looked at him. What was he up to? He wasn’t mocking her. Then, what did he want?

“Aren't you going to eat?” he asked her after a couple of minutes. He had let her examinee him without interrupting her.

Hermione looked away. “I’m not hungry.”

“You should eat something.”

“Why do you care?” she asked looking at him.

“Because if you can’t come out of this shit, then I won’t be able to do so.” He said looking at her eyes.



~*~ •0• ~*~


Ron was staring out at the window in his room. He wanted so badly to go out and start looking for his girlfriend, but he was still recovering. Harry and Ginny had left him alone with his thoughts.

‘God, Hermione! I miss you!’ he thought and sighed. He looked away from the window and picked up a small portrait that was on the table next to his bed. He watched himself, Harry and Hermione in the picture. It had been taken two years ago.

He touched the crystal and it broke. Ron’s eyes went wide. ‘This can’t be good…’ he thought. The crystal had broken, it was a bad premonition. ‘Something bad had happen! I can’t stay here!’ he thought to himself and stood up, getting a little bit dizzy by the sudden change.

‘I don’t care anymore, I’m going to get you!’ he thought before he walked out of the room, leaving the broken portrait on the table. He started walking down the stairs hurriedly.

“Ron! What are you doing?” Ginny asked him as she saw him walking down the stairs. Harry and her were sitting a couple of steps down from the place were Ron was standing.

“What does it seem I’m doing? I’m going to find Hermione!” he said and passed by them.

Ginny and Harry looked at each other, then they stood up and followed Ron. “Wait, Ron! You shouldn’t be out of bed!”

“I don’t care! Nobody has told me a thing about Hermione and I’m tired of keep waiting! I’m going out!” he said.

“Ron! Stop! Our father and Moody are looking for her!” Ginny said, trying to make him come to reason.

Ron reached the bottom of the stairs. “But they are not finding her!”

Ginny grabbed his arm. “Ron, don’t make me do something we both regret later.” She warned him.

Ron pushed her away. “You aren’t going to stop me Ginny. I’m going out and if you aren’t coming with me then get out of my way.”

Ginny glared at him and before Ron could do something she had taken out her wand and put him under the Petrificus Totalus spell. “Now Ron, you will listen to us. You are going to stay in your room and be patience or next time I’ll cast something nasty on you” she said.

Ron looked at his sister angered but couldn’t move. Harry looked at them and shook his head. “Let’s bring him upstairs, Ginny, before your mother finds him here.”

Ginny nodded and, Harry’s help, moved Ron to his bed one more time. Making sure they have Ron’s wand before they leave the room and locked him inside. Both knew that, if given the chance, Ron won’t hesitate to try to go out looking for Hermione again.



~*~ •0• ~*~


“What?” Hermione asked him.

“I think you heard me.” He answered; he was still looking at her.

“But… but… why? I thought you… weren’t you a Death Eater?”

“I changed my mind.” He said simply.

“Why? When?”

“You know perfectly well when. And why? Why indeed?” he sighed. “He’s a madman Granger, he won’t stop until he gets what he wants.” He looked away, stood up and walked toward the window.


For the first time Hermione noticed that Draco had a scar on his right cheek. She stood up and wrapped the sheet around her, then she walked toward him and traced Draco’s scar with her finger.

“What happened?” she asked him gently.

Draco looked at her, grabbing her hand. “Stop that,” he said. He saw her flinching and let her go. “He thought I need a enforcement in my education because I wasn’t able to kill him. He would have kill me if it wasn’t for Snape coming to rescue me.”

‘Snape.’Hermione thought. Her face changed and now it reflected anger and disappointment. She looked out of the window and saw the garden for the first time. “It’s so beautiful…” she said.

Draco nodded. “Still, it’s nothing compared to the Manor’s one.”

“Where are we?”

“That, Granger, I can not answer.” He said.


After some minutes in complete silence, he turned around and headed toward the door. He opened it and looked at her for one last time. “Eat something, I’ll send someone for the dish later. If you want, you can have a bath too. I’ll see if I have some clothes for you. You can’t wear that all the time.” He said.

Hermione looked at him confused. “Are you sure? If they found out that I got some clothes, wouldn’t you be punished?”

“Don’t worry about that” he said smiling sadly. “We are going to be alone for at least a week or so. Beside, you were putting under my protection and the Dark Lord wants you alive in order to achieve his goal.”

Hermione nodded. “Thank you Draco, but still, I don’t plan to help Voldemort.”

Draco flinched when he heard his master’s name. “We’ll see if we can do something about that.” He said, and without saying anything more he left, closing the door behind him.


It wasn’t long before Hermione walked toward the table and started eating. Something inside her had awoken.



~*~ •0• ~*~


Later that week, Hermione was still looking out of the window. She had taken a bath, eat something and put on a big shirt that Draco had sent her, apologizing for not finding anything more comfortable for her. Still, she was happy with his attentions.

He hadn’t bothered to visit her again, but that didn’t make her feel ungrateful or disappointed. She knew he won’t be with her all the time; after all, she was his prisoner. She still wondered why he had helped her in the first time. Was he really regretted of his choice? Did he truly feel sorry for her? She sighed.


“Miss Granger,” said a voice behind her.

Her eyes went wide in surprise. She had recognized that silky voice. She turned around to face her ex-professor. “Snape.” She greeted him hissing.

Severus Snape was standing by the doorframe, looking at her from head to toe. He had heard rumors that the mudblood witch had been kidnapped, but couldn’t believe them.

Severus walked inside the room and closed the door behind him. Then he sat down by the table and kept staring at her. She was wearing one of Draco’s shirts and wondered how she had obtained it. “Please, Miss Granger, have a sit” he said pointing to the bed. “We need to talk.”


Hermione pressed herself toward the window, putting as much distant as she could from the man in front of her. Was he there to rape her? To make her suffer? To mock her?


Severus smirked sadly. He hadn’t expected her to be this scared. But still, hadn’t he killed the greatest wizard of all the times? He sighed. “Miss Granger, I’m not here for whatever you are thinking.” He assured her.

Hermione raised and eyebrow, not leaving her place. “What do you want?”

Severus rolled his eyes. “I need to ask you some questions, Miss Granger.” He said and sat down on the chair where Draco had been in the previous days.

“Ask then.”

Severus’s head was starting to ache. “Miss Granger, please, have a seat and we shall begin.”

Hermione walked slowly toward him, trying to see if he will move toward her and force her to do whatever he wanted. She sat down on the bed, putting a safe distant from her and Snape.

Severus looked at her. “This might be uncomfortable for you, but I need to know what had happened since you arrive here” he told her. He wasn’t going to waste time.

Hermione blushed and looked away. “I don’t see why you want to ask me that, I’m sure you know the answer of that question.” She said, hugging herself.

Severus confirmed his fears. ‘So the girl had been raped after all…’ he thought. “How long ago?”

“I don’t know, maybe a week or more.” She said, wondering why he wanted to know, feeling uncomfortable with his interrogation.

‘A week… no wonder why she is still scared.’ He thought to himself. He kept quiet for a moment. “Who was it?”

Hermione heard herself laughing coldly. “Why don’t you ask your dear friends? I believe it will be quickly to ask who wasn’t.”


Severus felt his anger raise inside of him, but controlled his emotion before it was out of his power. He was not only angry at his so called friends, but with the Order as well. How could they be so stupid and let the wonder trio to go out alone in a dangerous mission.

Lord Voldemort had told a few of them about his intentions with the Granger girl, telling them that with her in his possession, Potter won’t have a chance but to go to him to rescue her.

Snape stood up and walked toward her, her eyes immediately grew bigger and she found herself frozen in her place. She wanted to move, to run away from him. She couldn’t believe that he, the man that she had admire so much while at school, was going to rape her.

She saw him reaching for her and she closed her eyes one more time, preparing herself for the worst. ‘Let it be quick…’ she thought to herself, hoping that her wish will come true. Then she felt his hand touching her hair and as quickly as she had felt him touch her, he had moved away.

To be continued...