Saving Hermione
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Chapter the Fourth
A/N: Warning: This is where the story may make a few people uncomfortable with the content.
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After her embarassing breakdown infront of Professor Snape, Hermione was feeling throughly disgusted with herself. Admittedly, she was finally able to sleep for the first time in almost a month, but she should have been able to hold it together, admit no weakness. The lessons of war were hard drilled into her and difficult to get rid of.
After her breakfast, reading the Saturday newspaper, she was a bit surprised to receive a note from Draco to meet him outside the potions classroom, to go back to that room he had taken her to last day. She considered refusing, but she knew he just wanted to help her, and a strange unsought-for bond had formed between them for they both knew what it was like to carry stains on their souls.
With a defeated sigh, Hermione polished off the last of her coffee and toast before folding up her paper and heading off to meet Draco. She recieved not a few stares and concerned looks as she left the Great Hall.
***
Severus was waiting for them when they got to the out of the way room. He stood in the shadows cast by the flickering light of hundreds of candles. For the first time, Hermione was fully able to see the room she had been taken to.
It was huge, at least as big as the Great Hall. The ceiling was high and composed of stone and rough wooden beams, the walls were dry cool stone, but the floor was the most amazing thing. It seemed composed of a single sheet of shiny black stone, like onyx or obsidian, without a single joint or crack in it. It gleamed up at her like an oil slick waiting to slip her up and land her on her ass.
The most disturbing things she had ever seen decorated the walls, things she remembered from her nightmares, things a part of her most hated memories. Chained manacles hung all along one of the walls, attached at differing hieghts, shelves lined other walls, all neat and orderly in organization, but shocking in their contents. Bottles and potions were all in glass fronted cabinets on her right, rows and rows of different types of whips hung on the same wall. On the far wall stood displays of floggers and paddles. Along the length of the room were what seemed to be three \'stations\', set up for different things.
The closest one to her was a medieval touture device called a rack, meant to stretch joints and such until they tore or popped. Ranged around it were trollies holding thin knives, thumb screws, forcepts, clamps, and other unidentifyable contraptions. A brazier of hot coals stood near by, with a selection of branding irons close at hand.
The second closest one stood in the middle of the room, set up to look like a seduction scene from a cheap harliquen novel. A rich carpet lay on the floor, with a sumptous bed on it. The only thing that came to mind to describe the bed was orgy-sized, for it was even larger than a king size bed. It was a four-poster, with a rich velvet duvet and feather bedspread, luxurious satin sheets under it. A bedside table stood to one side, with various bottles and two chalices on it.
The third and farthest \'station\' was something rather out of place. It was a bath tub, one of the old fashioned claw-footed types. It stood on the bare floor, but thick towels and carpeting lay nearby, in additon to bottles of hair shampoo, dishes filled with soap, and tiny vials filled with coloured liquids.
Hermione stood looking at all the things in the room, ignoring the looks the two men were giving her. She knew that what proceded next would all depend on her reaction to the room, though she had no idea what that might be. As she continued her persual of the place, she was startled to realise that something deep inside her had unclenched, like she had been walking around with her heart in a knot, but it had suddenly loosened upon sight of the room.
She turned to look at them with this new-found knowledge in her eyes. They both broke out into grins, happy that they were sucessful. \"I knew you\'d like it,\" came the confident reply of the blond who had brought her here.
She smiled too and on impulse, walked to him and placed a sweet, thankful kiss on his grinning mouth, darting her tongue between his teeth when he gasped, before pulling away. She wanted to explore the room in more depth, so decended a set of stairs to reach the magnificent oil-slick floor.
***
Draco and Severus stood on the small raised area of the room by the single door, watching the gorgeous Gryffindor explore the place. \"You made a good decision bringing her here. I think we have found what she needs.\" The dark postions master stated, overly proud of his prize Slytherin.
\"We had more in common than either of us knew. I couldn\'t let her just stew in her emotions. She needs to let it out, like I needed it. You will help her, right?\" Draco looked to the man who had helped him.
\"Of course I will. But I don\'t know if she\'ll let me. She might let you.\" He cocked an eyebrow at the younger man, aiming a silent inquiry to him.
\"I will do what is necessary to help her. It\'s the least I can do.\" They stood in silence for a moment, observing the ever curious girl explore the site of her self-admitted salvation. She was poking into nooks and crannies, currently examining the potions cabinets. They could see her face flame as she took in the sheer number and variation of aphrodisiacs, lust postions, pleasure potions, and pain potions, in addition to the healing potions, sleep potions and others. \"Did I ever thank you for helping me?\"
\"No, you didn\'t. The most I remember you saying was \'Please stop! I beg you! Stop!\'\" Severus grinned, recalling their nights of blood and salty sweat. At first, the boy had been adverse to their activities, but had quickly come to take pleasure in them, finding that they releaved the pain he felt.
The blond had the grace and modesty to blush. He too was remembering the things he had done with his professor, most of them indecent and unprofessional. \"Well, you deserve all the thanks I can give you. I probably would have died without your help.\"
\"You can repay me by helping me break her into this. After she becomes aclimated to it, we will no longer require your help, though either of us may request it.\" He finished this statement with a playful leer in the direction of the handsome boy.
His youthful laugh rang out, gaining the attention of the wandering girl below them. She came back up the stairs positively beaming and stood with them, basking in her current contentment. \"So, when does the party begin?\" She continued to smile up at them, her all innocent smile aimed to the two men who would save and enslave her.
Do you want me to continue in this vien? *innocent smile*
PS read and review!
After her embarassing breakdown infront of Professor Snape, Hermione was feeling throughly disgusted with herself. Admittedly, she was finally able to sleep for the first time in almost a month, but she should have been able to hold it together, admit no weakness. The lessons of war were hard drilled into her and difficult to get rid of.
After her breakfast, reading the Saturday newspaper, she was a bit surprised to receive a note from Draco to meet him outside the potions classroom, to go back to that room he had taken her to last day. She considered refusing, but she knew he just wanted to help her, and a strange unsought-for bond had formed between them for they both knew what it was like to carry stains on their souls.
With a defeated sigh, Hermione polished off the last of her coffee and toast before folding up her paper and heading off to meet Draco. She recieved not a few stares and concerned looks as she left the Great Hall.
***
Severus was waiting for them when they got to the out of the way room. He stood in the shadows cast by the flickering light of hundreds of candles. For the first time, Hermione was fully able to see the room she had been taken to.
It was huge, at least as big as the Great Hall. The ceiling was high and composed of stone and rough wooden beams, the walls were dry cool stone, but the floor was the most amazing thing. It seemed composed of a single sheet of shiny black stone, like onyx or obsidian, without a single joint or crack in it. It gleamed up at her like an oil slick waiting to slip her up and land her on her ass.
The most disturbing things she had ever seen decorated the walls, things she remembered from her nightmares, things a part of her most hated memories. Chained manacles hung all along one of the walls, attached at differing hieghts, shelves lined other walls, all neat and orderly in organization, but shocking in their contents. Bottles and potions were all in glass fronted cabinets on her right, rows and rows of different types of whips hung on the same wall. On the far wall stood displays of floggers and paddles. Along the length of the room were what seemed to be three \'stations\', set up for different things.
The closest one to her was a medieval touture device called a rack, meant to stretch joints and such until they tore or popped. Ranged around it were trollies holding thin knives, thumb screws, forcepts, clamps, and other unidentifyable contraptions. A brazier of hot coals stood near by, with a selection of branding irons close at hand.
The second closest one stood in the middle of the room, set up to look like a seduction scene from a cheap harliquen novel. A rich carpet lay on the floor, with a sumptous bed on it. The only thing that came to mind to describe the bed was orgy-sized, for it was even larger than a king size bed. It was a four-poster, with a rich velvet duvet and feather bedspread, luxurious satin sheets under it. A bedside table stood to one side, with various bottles and two chalices on it.
The third and farthest \'station\' was something rather out of place. It was a bath tub, one of the old fashioned claw-footed types. It stood on the bare floor, but thick towels and carpeting lay nearby, in additon to bottles of hair shampoo, dishes filled with soap, and tiny vials filled with coloured liquids.
Hermione stood looking at all the things in the room, ignoring the looks the two men were giving her. She knew that what proceded next would all depend on her reaction to the room, though she had no idea what that might be. As she continued her persual of the place, she was startled to realise that something deep inside her had unclenched, like she had been walking around with her heart in a knot, but it had suddenly loosened upon sight of the room.
She turned to look at them with this new-found knowledge in her eyes. They both broke out into grins, happy that they were sucessful. \"I knew you\'d like it,\" came the confident reply of the blond who had brought her here.
She smiled too and on impulse, walked to him and placed a sweet, thankful kiss on his grinning mouth, darting her tongue between his teeth when he gasped, before pulling away. She wanted to explore the room in more depth, so decended a set of stairs to reach the magnificent oil-slick floor.
***
Draco and Severus stood on the small raised area of the room by the single door, watching the gorgeous Gryffindor explore the place. \"You made a good decision bringing her here. I think we have found what she needs.\" The dark postions master stated, overly proud of his prize Slytherin.
\"We had more in common than either of us knew. I couldn\'t let her just stew in her emotions. She needs to let it out, like I needed it. You will help her, right?\" Draco looked to the man who had helped him.
\"Of course I will. But I don\'t know if she\'ll let me. She might let you.\" He cocked an eyebrow at the younger man, aiming a silent inquiry to him.
\"I will do what is necessary to help her. It\'s the least I can do.\" They stood in silence for a moment, observing the ever curious girl explore the site of her self-admitted salvation. She was poking into nooks and crannies, currently examining the potions cabinets. They could see her face flame as she took in the sheer number and variation of aphrodisiacs, lust postions, pleasure potions, and pain potions, in addition to the healing potions, sleep potions and others. \"Did I ever thank you for helping me?\"
\"No, you didn\'t. The most I remember you saying was \'Please stop! I beg you! Stop!\'\" Severus grinned, recalling their nights of blood and salty sweat. At first, the boy had been adverse to their activities, but had quickly come to take pleasure in them, finding that they releaved the pain he felt.
The blond had the grace and modesty to blush. He too was remembering the things he had done with his professor, most of them indecent and unprofessional. \"Well, you deserve all the thanks I can give you. I probably would have died without your help.\"
\"You can repay me by helping me break her into this. After she becomes aclimated to it, we will no longer require your help, though either of us may request it.\" He finished this statement with a playful leer in the direction of the handsome boy.
His youthful laugh rang out, gaining the attention of the wandering girl below them. She came back up the stairs positively beaming and stood with them, basking in her current contentment. \"So, when does the party begin?\" She continued to smile up at them, her all innocent smile aimed to the two men who would save and enslave her.
Do you want me to continue in this vien? *innocent smile*