Bad Bad Snape

~Soft, but only when she doesn’t know~

Snape leaned forward to find Hermione asleep in the big bed, finding bruises on her arm where the rope dig deep in to her flesh. It was unpleasant for the eye, even for Snape’s liking.

He untied her slowly to give her hands some comfort, and kissed her on the rosy cheeks of the petite girl.

Snape hated woman, and again, felt that all of them are inferior. But he remembered how Hermione was advanced in class compared to the other boys and he admire her for that. But he couldn't help using abuse of part of his ways. He was brought up to be that way, and he couldn't help it.

He wasn’t sure if he loved her, and he didn’t know exactly what love is. The thought of it scared him for loving someone meant that there is also pain when they are lost.

There was a silent moment in the move, and every breath Hermione took was filling the room up with warmth and life.

Snape took off quietly, not to disturbed the girl.

~Where am I?~

Hermione woke up as she found her self in a place that she never saw before. It was cold, and the air contained a weird scent to it, something that reminded her of school...

She jumped out of the bed to see her torn dress and missing knickers, and the harsh memories that she was repressing came flashing back in to her head.

“That sick minger.” She murmured as she stood up. All of her desires she wanted the night before has gone. The liquid must had worn off faster than Snape expected.

The room was illuminated by a small torch that was on the wall, and by the light, she saw the door that led out side of the bed room.
To Hermione’s surprise, it was unlocked.

‘That stupid prick probably forgot to lock it. lol lol lol.’
She thought as she left the room, but soon realizes why he left it unlock as she stepped out to find nothing but an empty hall way that didn’t resembled her old school.

The hall was made of lime stone with green alga, cracks and blood covered all over. It was quite terrifying as she noticed that there wasn’t going to be Dumberdore around to help her out of this.


Hermione decided to leave the room, even if she didn’t know where she was heading to. It was better than being in the presence of Snape, or being tortured like she did the night before. But she knew that if she gets caught, she would be in big trouble.

~Hide and seek~

When Hermione walks down the corridor, or hall way, where ever it was, she could feel that it probably wasn’t a good idea to leave the room that was the only place that embraced light.
She felt like with every step she could trip on something that lurked in the shadows.

Soon, a hand snatched her leg and made her fall flat on the ground. She looked down on where the hand was coming from, and a blonde headed middle aged man leaning forward was there to greet her.
“Lucius Malfoy!” She yelled as she crawled with her hands, but to get pulled back my Lucius.
“Well, a mudblood witch is at my service?” He said, as he pulled her leg as he examined under her dress.

“Serverus has been keeping you for him self last night, hasn’t he?”

Lucius was having a time by possessing the woman in his hands, doing what ever that pleased him as he grabbed her here and there. She protested against him, but nothing seemed to be going through his head as he lusted for her body.

“Let her go...” From the darkness came Snape, a little mad at what he saw, jealously?

“Well well, Severus. I was wondering if you would join me by ripping this mudblood in pieces with me.”

Lucius was joking, as he threw her back towards Snape. Hermione’s breast was exposed where Lucius pulled on her dress and ripped it, and Snape noticed it instantly as he saw a big hand mark which had resulted from his squeezing from the night before.

“I will...” Snape stopped as he bend down to bring his mouth near her eye, “give her a punishment of a life time.”

Malfoy stared at the two, wishing to be ask part of the ‘punishing,’ but knew at the moment that the possessive Snape wouldn’t let him touch the girl.

“Well,” Lucius mumbled to him self and walked away.
‘When he is not around,’ he told him self, ‘I am going to see what is like to get a mudblood slave of my own.’

Snape looked down at Hermione, who he noticed hasn't cried even when he damaged her mentally and physically the night before.

Snape wanted her to cry for what she done. He wanted her to beg him to kill her while he abused her.
thinking about earlier he told him self,
I don’t love her, how could I? I just wanted a piece of ass.

“You come with me...” He said, pulling her back to his room.


*Minger=British word, but don’t know how to spell it exactly! Reference to something very disgusting.