Betrayed

None of these characters are mine, the belong to J K Rowling.

“Congratulations, Miss Granger. It is such a relief to see you have woken up, without sustaining any noticeable damage.” His voice dripped sarcasm, as he leered over her. He then cast quick silencing charms around the room, so nobody would be able to eavesdrop upon them.

“Perhaps you are wondering what you are doing here?” he raised an eyebrow, and seeing her puzzled facial expression, continued. “As one of Harry Potter’s best friends, your unexpected disappearance will cause him great discomfort, will it not? The Dark Lord feels that by kidnapping you, his enemy will be weakened, giving him the advantage in this war we are fighting.”

Hermione lay there, silent, to stunned to speak. Her brain was still trying to process what Snape had just said.

“I’m sure Potter has informed you of his version of the events that took place in the Headmaster’s study, culminating in the Headmaster’s death?” Snape asked.

Hermione could only nod in reply.

“And I also suppose that Potter told you who it was that killed the Headmaster.”

Hermione had finally found her voice. “Ye-Yes, Professor Snape.”

“Foolish girl! I am no longer your Professor, nor will I ever be again after my actions that day. Do not remind me of what I once was,” snarled Snape.

“Then, how should I address you?”

“Master would be nice,” Snape replied, an evil glint in his eyes. “You know that I killed Dumbledore, and that I am the Half Blood Prince. My Lord had been suspicious of my loyalty for some time now, and other Death Eaters were beginning to talk. My loyalty to the dark side was confirmed however, in the Headmaster’s study. As a loyal follower, I have been given a reward, a reward I would be unable to have were I still at Hogwarts.”

“Good for you,” Hermione spat, getting angry now. “Dumbledore was your mentor. How could you kill him? Just for some stupid reward? Well, I hope your reward keeps you warm at night, and chases away any feelings of guilt you may have, for killing the world’s most powerful wizard, the kindest man alive, that was supposed to be your FRIEND.” The last word was practically shouted, all of Hermione’s pent up emotions coming to the surface, this time in anger. She lay on the mattress, glaring at Snape.

He chuckled. “Your anger is amusing,” he drawled. “And fear not. My reward will keep me warm, at night or any other time I choose, and I do not feel guilty for eliminating one of my biggest causes of stress. The old fool was weak, and knew his end was near. Now that he has gone, I no longer need to live a double life.”

Hermione snorted. “You think you betrayed the light side, when in reality you betrayed yourself. Pray, do tell me, MASTER,” the word was uttered with contempt, “what on earth could Voldemort give you as a reward, to make you do such a thing? Was it money? Or perhaps he offered you power?”

Again, that dark chuckle came from Snape’s throat as he sat on the side of the bed. He watched Hermione squirm as she tried to move her body away from his, the movement restricted by her restraints.

“Well, since you seem so interested, I’ll tell you what my reward is. I can see you’re dying to know. There’s a little bit of an introduction first though, I hope you don’t mind. It is a lonely life being a spy. There are many…needs left unrequited. Physical needs.” At this statement, his eyebrow rose again, as he looked at Hermione. “Willing female company is hard to come by at Hogwarts, especially as guests are rarely allowed to stay over. I used to look forward to our Dark Revels. It was my only chance to experience young female flesh, without having to pay for the pleasure in some dingy alleyway. My…victims may have been unwilling, but it was that or do it myself, and I am a lazy man, Miss Granger.”

He looked at Hermione’s face during this part of his speech, and saw the look of horror on her face. He kept looking at her as he continued.

“But now, all that has been changed. My reward has been a young female. To be precise, my reward is you.”

Hermione’s jaw dropped at this almost casual remark.

“You may not be willing now, but I suggest you do not resist too much. You are mine now, mine alone, unless I choose to share you of course. If you try to resist me too much, you may find yourself at the hands of Draco Malfoy…even though he considers you to be a ‘dirty mudblood’, I’m sure he’d find time spent alone with you…enjoyable, shall we say.”

Hermione paled visibly at this comment. Severus smirked, seeing her reaction, making a mental note of how affected she was by this threat.

“Although I would usually find being with an ex-student…distasteful, to say the least, I am actually quite surprised, and almost happy in a way, that it is the great, know-it-all Gryffindor that is my reward. I shall enjoy my time with you, I believe. It is very tempting to make you pay for all of your insufferable questions you insisted upon asking, and taking you down a peg or two. It is also very tempting to break you, and bring down the proud Gryffindor bravery, to see how weak you really are on the inside. I just hope you learn what I come to expect of you quickly, Miss Granger, and please me sufficiently. I hear rumours of a breakout in Azkaban, and you wouldn’t want Malfoy senior to get hold of you, would you?”

Severus was enjoying the hold he had already, building the level of terror and anticipation.

When she spoke again, Hermione’s voice was very subdued. “I understand now, Master. May I ask why you are telling me all of this, instead of just forcing me to your will and put me under Imperio? Surely that would be much easier?” She looked up at him while asking.

“Putting you under Imperio and then having my way with you would be like rape. You’d see and know what you were doing, but be unable to stop it. Also, I know you have been put under the curse before, and can break it. It would be dangerous for me if you broke it in rage, while close to certain… organs of mine. You may find it a bit like rape without being under Imperio, but I promise I will make it easier in you than any other Death Eater would.”

“Ok,” Hermione still sounded a little bit confused. “And what has happened to my parents?”

“Your parents are safe, they have no recollection of you coming home from Hogwarts. While I suggest you comply with my demands, I will also do my best to ensure my actions do not cause you too much pain, and will also try to bring you pleasure. Although I cannot promise I will not get carried away the first few times, and seek only my own pleasure. In time, I may come to appreciate your needs.”

“O-Okay,” Hermione said, realising that things may not be as bad as they first seemed.

“When I am not here, I will ensure you are well looked after, and have almost anything you need. Books will be brought down here, although you will be unable to use magic of course. You have only been tied up for my protection-I wasn’t sure how you would take this news, and didn’t want to risk being hurt. I hope you understand.”

“Okay, that makes sense, I guess. Master.”

“If I remove your restraints, do you promise not to hurt me in any way? Unless you promise, I cannot let you go.” Severus looked hesitant, as if he wasn’t sure it was a good idea.

“I promise, Master.”

Severus muttered a counter spell and waved his wand, and the restraints fell away. Hermione sat up, rubbing her wrists, which were feeling a little numb.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. However, I would like you to answer me one question. Are you a virgin, Miss Granger?”



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