Sweet Dreams Hermione

Hermione fell asleep-snuggled against the man she loved felling content and peaceful for the first time in ages. As she woke up later that evening she had a nagging feeling that something was not right.

Then she smelled it, cigar smoke, Lucius’s cigar smoke. She bolted upright to find him sitting in a chair next to her bed. His cane, hat and cloak where hanging on the closet to her right as if it belonged there. He was in his usual, finery, except that his silk shirt opened three buttons, his hair loose from his ponytail. Her brain screamed at her to worry about where Kingsley was, but her body did not move, mesmerized by him and the memory of things past. It was then she noticed that they where not alone. In one chair at the end of the bed was Sirius only in his pajama bottoms, feet bare and incredibly beaten and bloody. It appeared he was restrained by some sort of a spell for he looked like some of the bruises came from the struggle to get free. His eyes where full of a mixture of emotions; haunted sadness, what appeared to be some sort of regret, fear for her, and a hint of what appeared to be lust. To his left was Remus, in a similar restrained manner. His shirt was open stained with his blood, his threadbare pants wrinkled, and his shoes more scuffed then ever, His eyes red with unshed tears. They where oddly silent, possibly hexed by the silencing spell. Standing behind them was Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange. Both where shirtless and wearing leather pants and a robe thrown over. They both where tall well muscled With Brown hair and brown eyes. Rodolphus had a small scar over his eye and had a mustache. Rabastan had a goatee and a tattoo of a dragon on his stomach. She moved a little to the side and then it was when she saw Kingsley in the corner knocked unconscious also beaten and bloody lip and nose. When she tried to move to go to him she found that she was in a red lace nightgown similar to what she wore before and that she too was restrained with some sort of invisible cord. “Don’t hurt them please” she begged. She hated to beg to anyone but if it made sure that she did not loose them in a horrible way it was worth it. Lucius put out the cigar in the astray he conjured before standing up

“I had no intention of hurting them, they stuck their noses where it did not belong. They fought me, trying to keep me away from you. Rodolphus got a little carried away when it came to Kingsley, Death Eater/Auror sort of thing. You belong to me; you need to be reminded of that fact. And it appears they need to be shown you belong to me also, not to them.”

Hermione was perplexed at the last comment, but when he came over to the bed cupping her breast and kissing her passionately she once again lost all coherent thought. He still had the ability to make her burn with lust and desire. Oh bugger it! Why did they have to see it? It was so shameful when she was by herself, now it was plan for Sirius and Remus to see.

“ It seems that voyeurism is a Black trait. I don’t know if you ever realized how Black watched you when you lived in his house, in the shower or as you changed. I can’t say I blame him.” She looked over at Sirius to look at his eyes to see anything that would reveal if Lucius told the truth. She could see him turn red with embarrassment at being caught, trying not to look her in the eye. She felt a little embarrassed and somewhat violated, and despite herself she felt aroused at being watched by him. She felt her brain scream at her not to give in but her body would not listen to her, it already was lost in lust and fire of the situation. Lucius grinned at her uncomfortable state of arousal, and her deep flush in her cheeks.

“Always the impatient whore. Behave yourself or you will be punished. “ He whispered in her ear, arousing her even more if it where even possible. The Lestrange brothers where silent eyes glazing over with lust while regarding the pair on the bed. Lucius unbuttoned and removed his shirt to reveal the necklace that she remembered Draco wearing previously then continued to torment Hermione with his delicious caresses and kisses.

“ Narcissa sends her regards,” he said in an amused voice as he ran his hands against the silk nightgown before moving it up to her waist and proceeded to nip and lick her to the peak of orgasm. “ Fuck Yes!” Hermione exclaimed under the pleasure of his actions. He grinned and stopped just when she was about get her release.

“ Now pet, all good things come to those who wait” He then bared her breasts to his hungry gaze. “How I missed these”, he stated before taking one hard nipple into his mouth.

“Damn you Lucius! please! PLEASE!” she cried out in her frustration. She could see that the Lestrange brothers had loosened their leather pants and started to relieve the pressure of the terrible strain in their pants from what they where seeing. It appeared as if Lucius was not in charge they too would approach her as well and have their was with her. It was no loss to her; Lucius was all she could think about now. He had since unzipped his zipper and freed himself. She had forgotten how magnificent he truly was. He then took her by the hair and maneuvered her to it. It did not take a mind reader to guess what was expected of her. She never done oral before so she was a little apprehensive on the technique so she did a little educated guessing. Her hands where tied so she could not do it the best way but she did the best she could. She began at the tip and started to suck slowly seductively licking the tip the sides before she took him complete into her mouth. She sucked over and over again until she could taste him, The way he moaned and grabbed at her hair she could tell that she was doing something right. He then abruptly pulled her away and lay her back down.

“Sorry pet, but keep that up and I would not be able to fuck you properly.” He said in a mock apologetic voice. He caressed her legs before spreading them, exposing her shameful arousal and need for release. He grinned evilly at her before inserting his aching cock into her. He then lifted her legs over her shoulders and thrust into her without mercy. He thrust into her over and over again, easily working her into orgasm with his sinful touches. “FUCK IT let me come please” she begged in utter frustration. It appeared the need for her was too much for him, she could feel his balls constrict ready to spill his seed into her. “Come with me” he cried as they both rode the tremendous orgasm that was building for hours, shouting each other’s names. The blond pure blood collapsed on top of her sweating as profusely as she was. After a moment he got off her lying next to her head on her shoulder. She closed her eyes catching her breath, reveling in his touch for a moment until she remembered where she was and who was watching them. Lucius smiled at her, a cold knowing smile before he untied her from the bed. He then left her to go to the other side of the room where his wand was. He used it to put the rest of his clothing on, looking magnificent and regal as always. With a mock bow he exited, The Lestrange brothers following behind him, clearly entertained at the whole situation. Hermione pulled the covers over herself at a futile act of modesty. There was little point they saw her in most of her glory any way she turned away from them so ashamed, unable to look at them in the eye. When the men left the spell that was keeping Sirius and Remus tied seemed to have ended and they where free to move and talk again. She heard Remus go over to Kingsley to check his pulse. She moaned with sadness and pain at what her friends where put through then she started to sob over almost loosing Remus and Sirius again. She heard Sirius come over to her and sit on the edge of her bed and stroke her hair. It was then that she noticed a tattoo on his left forearm that she had not noticed before, a black dog. “Mione,”…

“Mione? Mione!”
She felt someone shake her with small but strong hands. She looked up to see the concerned green eyes of her best friend. She was momentarily confused that he was not Sirius. She looked down at herself to see that she was wearing a hospital gown, and Sirius, Remus and Kingsley where nowhere to be seen. It was then that she realized she had another dream.

“Where is Kingsley, Harry?” she asked a fear for him still somewhere in her mind.

“He was here until morning, then he called me to look in on you.” He paused a moment and then said “I heard you moan and cry. Was it another bad dream?”

Hermione sighed and looked straight at him. Before she could ask the question he said, “Ginny told me.” Hermione sighed. Of course she would have told Harry.

“Where is Ginny Harry?” She asked trying to avoid talking about this painfully shameful subject. He turned away from her and went to the window

“She left the house Hermione. She decided to move into an apartment with other Quiddich players in town.”

“I’m sorry Harry. But you had to know that this was coming didn’t you?” He turned confused at her statement.

“Harry I love you, but you are really thick sometimes. Don’t you realize that she has to deal with her mum and dad falling apart, she has to deal with the grief of loosing her brothers, and has to deal with the trauma of a terrible war? She needs you to act like her rock, someone to turn to. Yet here you are, obsessing over my problems and relationship, destroying the lines of communication between you two.”

Harry looked properly abashed.

“How is Sirius, Harry? Last I heard he had to be restrained”. Inwardly flinching at the last comment, invoking images of him tied up and watching her.

“ I just left there, he is still restrained. I guess they are wary of him considering what he was accused of and not really cleared. They still see him as a mass murder poor bloke. It takes all I have to not burn the Ministry to the ground for what they are doing to him”.

Hermione sat up and hugged Harry trying to comfort him in his despair. “It is not the same Ministry as before Harry. I have faith that Kingsley will be able to fix this. We just have to be patient.” He hugged her back grief and desperation evident.

“You must be tired from being here all night. Maybe you should go home and change, maybe get some rest. Staying here is not really healthy. Don’t worry about Sirius I will keep him company. It will keep my mind off of things.”

He nodded at her and left after giving her a kiss on the cheek. As she opened her closet to get her robe she noticed a cigar butt on the edge of the windowsill. Bloody Hell what was going on? She decided to see Sirius first before she tried to figure it out. After she put the robe on she walked down to Sirius’s room where they saw that he was alone. She took a good look at Sirius and what she saw broke her heart. Sirius was lying in bed, pale as a sheet, and his hands where bound to each side of the hospital bed. He was shirtless all of his tattoos exposed. His star on his neck, the permanent necklace around his neck, the cross over his chest, and other markings she could not recognize on the rest of his chest and his stomach. Love and Hate was etched on his long fingers and had a dog tattoo on his left forearm. Her heart almost stopped at the sight.

The situation was getting so much worse now, she could not even tell what was real and what were dreams anymore. She did not know what to think. If Sirius really did have this tattoo and there was really a cigar butt in her room were these dreams really dreams? She took a deep breath to calm herself. She sat on the edge of his bed stroking his hair, she really did not know what else to do. It struck her that it was what he did when she was upset in her dream. It felt so good when he touched her she missed that contact. For years he was gone and they had to find a way to live without him. Now he is back and it was hard to adjust to that fact, it was still a bit of a shock. Dear Merlin she was in such trouble. He must have felt her for he opened his intense eyes at her. “Are you ok love?”

She tried her best to smile reassuringly and said “Yes Sirius, nothing to be alarmed about. It was just a muggle frailty known as a panic attack that sent me here.”

She pulled the blankets over him to his neck to try to make him feel more comfortable and warm. As she did a nurse walked into the room.

“Is it truly necessary to have him restrained like this?” she asked her.

“It is procedure to restrain patients that try to leave their security rooms,”
She said in a sympathetic tone.

“I am his friend and he was concerned about me. He knows now that I am all right I am sure that he will behave himself from now on.”

“I will ask the healer” she replied and exited the room.

She returned twenty minutes later with the healer on duty. “You should not be out of your room Miss Granger.”

“Sirius should not be unfairly restrained.” She replied an edge of defiance in her tone.

“I will return to my room and rest the moment that Sirius is removed from these restraints.” She added trying to be reasonable.

“Very Well” the healer replied and removed them from Sirius’s wrists.

She leaned in and whispers “Don’t make a fool out of me.” And kisses him on the cheek.

Thankfully Remus had arrived so she did not feel like she was breaking her promise to Harry. She smiled at him weakly before she returned to her room.

***
Hermione passed an uneventful day in her room, hoping the next day that she would be able to return home. When that evening she had a rather unexpected guest, Severus Snape.

He looked as he always did, long black waistcoat, black slacks and shoes and a white button down shirt. His black hair was unkempt and to his shoulders, his dark eyes sparkled not with warmth but a keen intelligence.

“Not that I am unhappy to see you Professor but what are you doing here?”

“I came to see if you are alright Ms Granger. Mr. Malfoy was concerned for you as well as Lord Malfoy as the family friend I came to put their minds at ease.”
He paused before he added, “ I too was concerned about your hospitalization. I feel responsible”

“Come sit down Professor.” He came over took her face in his hands and tilted her face upward to him. It was as though he was studying her eyes for something. Then when he was finished he sat down. She was slightly disturbed at the action but said nothing. When he sat and made himself comfortable she said, “ What happened was a severe panic attack. It was not because of anything you have done or didn’t do. Even if it was, I could never hold you responsible. You saved me from torture and possibly a fate worse than death.”

He smiled a sad smile. “ I would hold your assessment of my guilt for a little while Ms. Granger. It appears the drugs I gave you has yet to leave your system.”

Hermione was surprised at this statement. It has been almost eight months since the incident in the cellar. He never spoke to anyone about what he did to her, especially to her. Did that meant that something went horribly wrong?

“What exactly are you saying Professor?” she asked in an apprehensive tone.

He rose from his seat and went to her bed leaned into her and whispered in her ear “It is possible that this is not happening at all”.

Her heart began to beat faster at his close proximity. She could feel his warm breath on her face hear the almost seductive drone in his voice that made her body seem to react against her will.

He smirked at her reaction then asked, “What would you say if it was a dream?”

Before she could stop herself she said, “I would ask you to touch me.”

He smiled again and replied “Only touch?” in a teasing tone as he pushed her hair on one side so he could lick and nip the expanse of her neck. She could not respond to him as she lost herself in his actions.

He then suddenly stopped and said, “You are still weak it would not be right. “ He then kissed her passionately and left the room with a flourish leaving Hermione angry turned on and frustrated. She threw herself back in bed while doing so she hit her arm.

She sat up with a curse and startled to see the healer in her room.

She looked at the charts before her and said “ We have not found anything in your tests that were particularly alarming so you are free to go tonight.”

“Thank you Madame. How long ago did Professor Snape leave?”

The healer looked confused. “Professor Snape had not been in the hospital all evening.”

“Thank you Madame” she said as she left.

***

Later that night
Hermione was unpacking her things from her hospital stay still very disturbed over the past two days. Harry took her home as Remus stayed with Sirius. Harry was clearly still upset at Ginny leaving him and how he could not have seen what was going on. The Ministry finally reached the vote that Sirius was who he said he is and he was innocent of all charges. They were going to release him in two days time. Hermione was very pleased that Sirius would be let go. It however makes the situation a little bit strange. If his tattoo is real, then did he watch her all that time when she was a teenager? Or was it part of her dream? What was real and what was not? If it was real how was she going to keep Kingsley when he finds out? She sighed. There was one thing she could find out right now, wither or not Rabastan Lestrange has a tattoo in his stomach. Kingsley kept records on every inmate on Azkaban and has copies of every record he has, and one place he keeps a copy is Grimmauld Place.

The wild haired witch left her room and went down to the drawing room were there was a desk that Kingsley keeps his work papers in. She riffled through them all until she found the folder that had Lestrange, Rabastan on it. She opened up and read his file and was slightly shocked to find that Rabastan had a tattoo of a dragon on his stomach.

Time for doing nothing was over. It was time to talk to Severus Snape to figure out once and for all what happened that night.