Deliciously So... (Editing)

Disclaimers and thanks I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters. Only Pisky is my own (I know it seems the same as Blinky, but House Elves seem to think the same anyway)
I thank you all for your reviews, and apologize if it took me so long, but I’ve rewritten it, because I wasn’t entirely satisfied with the first version
I thank Maria Elena for being my wonderful beta reader, and for making me think. Same goes for Die Hexe. Thank you both.


Authors Note I don’t know if anyone actually got the impression that what occurred while Snape was “fixing” her was uncalled for. That it may be physically and psychologically impossible that Hermione felt any pleasure after her intercourse with Lucius, could have been thought by many. All I can say in my defence, is that after being healed she would no longer be swollen, thus soft caresses might not be completely uncomfortable, and could be stimulating. Also if she was unconscious she was only controlled by instincts and not rationality, so being asleep she was possibly feeling pleasure though she might not have if awake.
And if anyone thinks it was un-snapish (god a new adjective) I needed it for the plot, so don’t flail me! Don’t flail me! *sighs* Thank you so much, for reading and if you have any criticism I’m happy to hear it, because it will let me improve.

Pam: sorry if it took a while.

Angel: yeah, it was an alarmingly good natured gesture, right? But my lips are sealed…

Tenar10r: Severus is exceedingly hard to portray but did my best, I’m glad you didn’t mind. I’m fully recovered but unfortunately, I’ve still got to attend school and do tests so…*sighs*

Elle: as soon as I could, but did rewrite it so hope this is ok

Bella Snape: Thank you for your reply. I needed an opinion. I think I’ll stray next story, too hard to keep everyone in line. Hadn’t actually thought of showing any Harry/Ginny, but…it can be arranged *winks*

Criosodan: If I must tell the absolute truth, I don’t know…it’s a rather confusing situation, but I suppose it’s a 50-50 chance…will be as much a surprise for me as it will be for you.

Cateye: I’m trying to understand myself if he does have any feelings…such a difficult chap, but won’t complain, like him the way he is. Yes, it was tremendously funny to write their argument, and think I will use them again for some comic relief…after all some one needs to laugh *giggles*

Lisa: Poor, poor Hermione. Am feeling absolutely great thanks

Die Hexe: Am trying to use my brain for once, love. *winks*

Gasps of Misery: Good god. You make me blush, dear. I’m absolutely honoured that you think such things of me, and will try my best to not to spoil it


Dark Void

She had felt him get up, but was too exhausted to do anything, not that she cared. She was hurting all over, she could feel warm blood dripping, and knew that if she didn’t do something soon, she could die through pure lack of blood. But why would she care? He was going to kill her anyway. She started to loose consciousness, barely aware that warm tears were still dripping down her cheeks. Finally, she let herself go into a sweet oblivion, which rapped itself around her, making her forget her worries. She hoped she would never wake up…

She felt as if she was completely outside her body; outside herself; just an invisible trail of thought, drifting through the darkness. She couldn’t feel, or hear; she couldn’t do anything. She could just let the nothingness envelop her.

Something called her back: she felt a stinging pain on her skin, and a soft caress behind it. Then, she felt the same strange sensation on her neck… How strange… She felt stinging, there were it hurt the most. Her open wounds were burning, and it was killing her. The pain was too intense, but she couldn’t wake up… she was too tired. The stinging started to lessen, and she felt a light caress there too. It was then she noticed that, behind the pain, there was something else… It wasn’t at all bad, as she could feel small ripples of pleasure running through her body… Once, twice, they continued to wash through her. And, as suddenly as they had started, they stopped, and she was left alone, yet again lost in a dreamless sleep.

Time passed, and she found herself resurfacing from her slumber…was she supposed to wake? Shouldn’t she be dead? Maybe she was, and this was just what was on the other side. Opening one eye, she saw a candle looming next to her, but it kept swimming in and out of focus. She opened her other eye too, and saw it was indeed a candle, which seemed to be resting on a dark wooden bedside table …Was there furniture in the afterlife? She raised her head and noticed that she was still in the room where it had happened, where Lucius Malfoy had took her… She had expected him to kill her, but he had apparently decided to leave her to die by herself, even if she didn’t feel much as if she was dying… she didn’t feel pain either. Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself up on her elbows, not sure she would have the strength to do even that. Looking down at her naked body, she was surprised to find that she was not bleeding, nor was she hurt… she didn’t even seem to be dirty and neither were the sheets. She touched her neck with trembling fingers, and couldn’t feel the bite he had left on her either. Has someone healed me?

She quickly looked around the room, half expecting someone to be lurking in the shadows; but she was alone. She scanned the room for her wand, but it seemed to be missing. Suddenly remembering she was naked, she looked for her clothes, but they too were no where to be seen. Although there seemed to be a roaring fire in the grate, she felt extremely cold and empty; so, pulling the black silk covers around her, she curled up into a ball, desperately trying to find a light of hope in the darkness surrounding her.

She felt broken, as though her soul had been smashed into tiny fragments, and he had stolen one of them from her: she would never be able to have it back. She was about to start crying again, but she stopped herself I must think! I must! There is no point in crying. That monster has raped me, but for some reason I am not only still alive but also healed. There must be some other reason for me to be here. But which one?... If he hasn’t killed me, it’s because he wants more from me…they could be using me to get to Harry, or – she shivered – I am to be his slave. His, or someone else’s.

“Ron, Harry, where are you now that I need you?” she whispered, and let the tears brake through.

*****


“So, Severus. What time do you think she will wake? How powerful was the potion you gave her?” A bored drawl sounded through the study.

“She should be awake, by now. But, I don’t think it would be prudent to attempt anything against her now. She will be in quite a state, without having to see the man who caused her pain.”

“You don’t really think I am so inconsiderate, do you?”

His friend snorted in reply. You are exceedingly inconsiderate, Lucius Malfoy. Except when it comes to yourself. he thought.

“I shall ignore your rudeness…”

“Oh, how merciful…”

“Just this once.”

“I’m all of a quiver…”

“Severus, you seem extremely irritated for some reason. Where does all this repressed anger come from?”

“Oh, no Lucius… I’ve just found a new form of entertainment,” he sneered.

“Delightful,” he hissed. But instead of answering to the dark wizards comment, he snapped his fingers, and a House Elf appeared with a loud crack

“Y-yes, Master?”

“Pisky, there is a young lady in the guest room, in the west wing facing the gardens. I wish you to bring her a tray with a warm broth, some bread and some water… Understood?”

It paused for one second, trying to picture the room in question. But his belated reply, made him earn a blow on the head from his Master’s cane. Cowering in pain, it squeaked up “Yes M-master.” And bowing low, it disappeared with a snap of its long fingers.

“Lucius, you don’t know how to treat your things,” Severus Snape sighed

“I beg to differ. If you don’t show the servants how to act, they will disobey you. Like that Dobby, who helped Potter,” he spat.

“Yes, but causing them to have nervous breakdowns won’t help either.”

“I treat my servants as I see it fits best!”

“Temper, temper…” he sung softly.

But, before he could seriously take into consideration the prospect to curse his friend, he was interrupted by a loud crack, as Pisky cowered at his feet.

“Yes?” he said, voice dripping with malice.

“I-I is gone to the Misses room. An-and I is knocked but the Miss did not open the d-door. So I is a-ap-parated in, and she i-is crying on the bed, s-sir. She i-is wearing n-no clothes. And is j-just crying. I is leaving the tray near the b-bed, but she did not sees Pisky. I is sp-speaking to her. But she is not hearing Pisky. She is just crying.” The Elf squeaked, avoiding its Master’s eyes, and staring at his feet instead.

“Very well. You may go.”

The frightened elf didn’t need to hear it twice, as it removed itself as fast as possible from its Master sight.

“And now what do you plan to do, Lucius? It seems she wants anything but been seduced by you.”

“I need to think, damn it…. The stupid girl, seems to want to make me feel guilty. I’m afraid she’ll be surprised…”

Lucius, she’s been raped for Christ’s sake… “If you had thought beforehand, you wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“Are you only capable of lecturing me when it is too late? Or can you also give advice?” he snapped.

“I can give advice, too.”

“Well?”

“You only asked if I could.” A malicious smile lit his face “You never said anything about actually giving you any.”

“Severus, you are unreasonably close to making me lose all of my patience. I won’t be responsible of my actions if you continue on these lines.”

“But you see… that is the point! You are never responsible for your actions. Good Lord, use that apparently useful brain that was bestowed on you! If you didn’t possess such a narrow-mind , you would be able to understand what comes of your actions beforehand! And you wouldn’t just sit and feel sorry for yourself, when things don’t turn out as you wanted them to!”

“I’m sorry, Severus. But that still sounds like a lecture to me.”

“For someone who came up with such an ingenious plan to actually abduct the girl, you seem highly dim-witted.”

“One more word, Severus. Just one more, and I’ll curse your hide to hell,” he hissed, pointing his wand on the other man’s face.

“My, my… Someone thinks highly of himself now, doesn’t he?” he sneered, seeming completely indifferent to the wand only inches from his head.

“I give up! Alright? I admit I was inconsiderate! Now will you tell me what should be done now?”

“Wait… All you can do is wait. We must make sure she eats something soon. With all the blood she lost, she may have some complications. If she doesn’t have some nutrients, she will start perishing away. ”

“Wait…just wait” he repeated, as he poured another glass of Fire-whiskey for himself.

Snape felt that leaving his friend now, would be more than he deserved. But, nevertheless, he sat down in the chair yet again, and observed the Lord of Manor sipping his drink softly. There was a grandfather clock in the corner, its sharp ticking causing a near hypnotic effect on him. Letting out a tired sigh, he summoned a book from the bookshelf behind him, and started reading.

His trail of thought however was interrupted by Lucius’ summoning of Pisky.

“Yes M-master?”

“Will you go back and tell the Miss, that if she does not decide to eat now, she will have to wait a long time before she will be allowed to again?”

Bowing the House Elf disappeared, to only reappear less then a minute later with a look of pure terror on its face.

“Well?”

“M-master. T-the Misses is not in the r-room.” It squeaked.

Any form of vindictive pleasure Lucius Malfoy could have taken from his servant was forced out of his mind when a piercing scream erupted from upstairs.


*****


Tear after tear fell down her face, leaking from her soul. She didn’t know how she felt; she didn’t know what that feeling was, but she knew there was something missed. He had taken away from her something she couldn’t have back. No feeling she knew could express it; no feeling she knew could relate in her mind what was happening inside of her. The only thing she could recognize, was an enormous void in her soul, eating away at her heart.

Each tear washed away a part of her, every feeling was being bled from her heart: pain, anger, fear. It was all washing through her. Leaving her with one thing alone, the constant thought that she must escape before anything else could happen. As hopeless as she felt she could not face waiting for her fate to be sealed. While there was still breath in her lungs, and blood in her heart, she would try to escape with the little life she had left.

Deciding she could not remain naked, she started to observe the room more closely, noticing a large ebony wardrobe near one of the walls. She looked at it closely, and saw it had luxurious and intricate carvings: beautiful ivy was around the edges ending in the middle, where a large crest was on the doors, an “M” in some form of Gothic capital, while on the handles there were silver serpents. Taking hold of one of them, she pulled the door, finding it opened easily. Inside, she found silk shirts in various shades of silver, green and black. Nothing else. No trousers. No robes, just shirts. She was about to take one, when she stopped. Was she allowed to take one? Would she be punished if she soiled it with her presence? I’ll be punished anyway if I’m caught. It would be just adding insult to injury. But what punishment could be worse than what he has already done? Punished for taking a shirt? Is it that bad a crime? But she mentally kicked herself. Reason or no reason it doesn’t matter. Just look at the way they treat the House Elves…Sirius once said something…”If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good luck at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”…I’m certainly on the same level, if not lower to the Elves, so…. Closing her eyes as if she were expecting to die on the spot, she took one of the shirts.

It turned out to be perfectly safe. She had picked one of a light shade of silver, near to white. Feeling the cold material rest on her naked skin, she suppressed a shudder as she remembered it was his shirt she was wearing. She raised her eyes and was about to close the wardrobe, when saw that the shirts had been replaced by trousers. It was as if it dispensed clothes one type at a time…he no doubt possessed so many items of clothing that a mere wardrobe alone would not be enough. She took a pair of black trousers, pulling them on directly over her flesh…she hated going around without underwear, but if there was one thing she refused to do, was to resort to look at his underwear…Not that she would have worn it...

The clothes were incredibly large: the shirt was baggy and the trousers kept falling down her thin waist. As if it had read her mind, the wardrobe was now presenting her with a large collection of belts of every kind, some with the most elaborate buckles she had ever seen, all black leather and silver, except a few ones she suspected to be dragon-hide. Picking a simple thin one, she ran it through the hoops in the trousers. Then, she rolled up the bottoms that were still trailing on the floor.

Feeling slightly more protected – but still fearing she would be punished – she went to the window and looked out of the high window. It was pitch black, but she could see the moon shining in the sky, a slight mist creeping over the grounds of what she supposed was the garden. How long have I been gone? She sat down on the floor, resting her head on her knees, and watching the candles burn, watching the flames in the grate dance… she waited, while her mind went blank. Trying to round up some courage for the task that lay ahead.

She noticed that near the bed there was a tray of what seemed like broth, and bread. As if she were a prisoner, was this her last meal? She realized she hadn’t eaten almost anything all day, as she had missed lunch and had eaten very little of her breakfast. She looked at it suspiciously, if it were poisoned? If it had some unknown potion in it? But any doubts she had left her when she felt faint. She realized that she needed to eat something, she could attempt to run away from a Death Eater’s domain if she fainted midway. Taking no heed for etiquette she wolfed it all down, not lingering much on the taste. Feeling slightly better, she took a deep breath and raised her head. The great door gleaming in her eyes.

She walked over to the door and tried some wandless magic…”Alohamora”…Nothing. Leaning against the wooden frame, she was surprised to find the door was unlocked; so, opening it slightly, she stuck her head out and observed a long corridor at either side of her: portraits lined the walls, while candles cast shadows that revealed a white marble floor with a green velvet carpet made of silver that snaked around the entire surface, leaving only a bit of white visible.

She strained her ears, trying to hear the minimum sound, taking her chance she ran out of the door and went right through the corridor. Even though she wasn’t paying attention she could see it was full of priceless artefacts. Finding the corridor parted into two separate ways she went left and came face to face with a very startled Draco Malfoy.

“Granger?” he said incredulously

He was just as she remembered him since she had last seen him four months earlier: tall with pale skin, silvery blond hair and the same grey eyes as his father, though she had to admit, Malfoy senior was able to scare the living daylights with just a stare, while his son seemed to not possess the same ability.

She was quickly interrupted from her thoughts, when with one rapid movement he slammed her into the wall.

“What are you doing here?” the cold voice sounded in her head, and she found herself staring into his eyes, while fear mixing with rage kept her silent.

“I asked you a question, Mudblood!” he looked her up and down “What is this attire? Why are you wearing my father’s clothes?”

Still she did not reply.

A malicious sneer lit up his face “You’ve become his whore, haven’t you?”

Slap. He stepped back, the force of the blow making him stumble.

“That is the second time you have your filthy hands on me! No Potter and Weasley to save you know”. Taking out his wand, he hissed ”Crucio”

Burning fire coursed through her bones, and invisible knives pierced her flesh, while she felt every nerve in her body being crushed. Falling to the floor she writhed, a piercing scream escaping her lips.


*****


“It seems, Severus, you were careless enough to leave the door unlocked” the blond wizard said as they sprung to their feet, Disapparating on the spot. They Apparated in front of the room where they had left her, and were presented with a young Draco standing over the screaming girl, a mad fire in his eyes.

“That’s enough Draco.” Lucius shouted over the screams.

“Just a bit more, Father…”

“I SAID THAT’S ENOUGH!” he roared, grabbing his son by the throat.

Daggers flew from the stormy eyes that were piercing the frightened ones of the young man.

“B-but she hit me” he whimpered, gasping for breath

“I have told you before, Draco: never touch my things!” he hissed

Loosening his grip around his son’s throat, he made the boy fell on the ground. Stooping down, he picked up the trembling body, and she shivered as soon as he touched her skin.

“I will deal with you later” he said directed to the blond boy. “Severus, kindly take him to my study. I will be with you shortly.”

And carrying the shivering witch in his arms, he left a confused Draco on the floor, and a calculating Severus behind.

Walking through the still open door and slamming it behind him, he deposited her on the bed. It was then he actually noticed she was wearing his own shirt and trousers, the white silk shirt moulding perfectly on her chest. Taking out his wand, a large glass of brandy appeared in his hand. Turning back to the girl, he noticed she hadn’t stopped trembling and was glaring at him with empty eyes, void of anything.

“Drink it” he said, presenting her with the glass.

She didn’t acknowledge the fact that she had heard him at all.

“Drink it” he repeated.

She shot him a cold glare.

“I think, Miss Granger, that even you should know that to calm oneself after an ordeal, a glass of something is more than necessary.”

Still nothing, she was just staring at him with empty eyes. They looked as is they were clouded by shadows.

Growing impatient he thrust the glass in front of her “I shall ask you just one more time to drink this before I get angry; I suggest you do as I say” voice dangerous but quiet, putting particular emphasis in his words.

A flicker of fear appeared in her eyes, so fast he thought he had imagined it before they turned empty and full of shadows once again. She took the glass with trembling fingers, and after swirling the amber liquid a few times, she sipped it tentatively; then, closing her eyes tightly, she downed it in one breath.

“Now, Miss Granger. Do you think that is the way of the civilized people?” he asked mockingly.

Again she did not answer.

He raised his eyebrows…“Goodness me, it seems you have completely lost the ability to talk. I’m sure your former potion’s master would have been delighted to find away to stop your incessant talking during his lessons.”

This time she shot him a look of pure loathing and disgust, but unlike before it lingered. Her eyes boring into his own. She spat at his feet, dirtying his polished black boots.

Raising an eyebrow, he scourgified his boots with a flick of his wand. Placing it back in his cane, he sat down on the bed beside the trembling girl.

Putting his index finger gently onto her lips, he leaned towards her, eyes locking on hers, as he whispered softly “If that pretty mouth of yours comes out with anymore of that barbarian behaviour, I will have to fill it with something else that may be less pleasurable.”

Understanding the meaning of those words, terror dawned on her face; so, after lowering her eyes, she nodded.

“Good” he continued removing his finger from her soft lips, and trying not to glance at her breasts through the silk “Now you shall wait for me in this room. I shall just go speak with Draco. And when I return, we shall continue this little chat and decide your punishment.”

“P-punishment?” she shivered

Ah, so she is still scared… Good

“Ah, you speak at last. Well, yes. Not only have you taken my clothes without permission, you also left this room, apparently struck Draco and showed me little respect. I will not tolerate such behaviour. You are mine now. Also, I will not be able to wear these now that you’ve touched them”.

Loathing, disgust, terror…they were all there burning at him, mirroring her soul.

Walking away, he turned back as he reached the door, and said “If you follow my rules and do not question my superiority, you might be able to avoid punishments. But as I am your Master, I can punish you when I desire, be there or not a reason. Wait here until I return” and with that, he left her. But he did not lock the door, wanting to see how she would react.

I have the upper hand he thought smirking as he started to walk towards his study.

He was pleased she still showed some emotions If I succeed in seducing her – as no doubt I will – she will be torn between revulsion and desire, hating and wanting me, as I hate and want her.

He had tried not to show it, but he had quite liked the way she had looked in his clothes, covering her small figure; it had seemed to prove that she was truly his. Of course, he would never wear those clothes again, now that she had polluted them with her filth. But after all, he had thousand more.


*****


“Time to sort out Draco” he sighed as he arrived in front of the doors.

As soon as he entered he was met with his son pacing around the room and Severus leaning lazily near the fireplace.

“Sit” he ordered as he took a seat himself behind his desk. His son obediently did as he was told.

“Now, Draco. Miss Granger will be staying here for awhile-”

“Why?”

Does everyone have to ask questions today?

“She is here, Draco because I brought her here. She is mine now”

“Your whore you mean! Father, she’s a Mudblood!”

“Draco” he whispered softly “Interrupt me once more and you will be sorry. Now, as I was saying, she will be staying here for an indeterminate period of time. More specifically, until she has satisfied a certain wish I have”

“What your father is saying” Severus Snape said sneering “Is that having already had the girl, he suspects that having her again willingly, will give him more satisfaction. I think he wants to have her fighting an inner battle, between her hatred and desire. No doubt a secondary form of entertainment”

“Analytical as always, Severus” I had not planned telling him so much, but now that it’s done” he turned to his son “By tomorrow I will have decided how she will be treated during her period here. You are to act as normal unless I tell you to do otherwise. But never touch her.”

“But Father she’s a Mudblood” he pleaded softly

“Draco, do not question my wishes”

“B-but she’s not even attractive!” he blurted out, knowing perfectly well he was lying through his teeth. She certainly hadn’t looked ugly in their fourth year at the Yule Ball. And since then she had only got better.

Lucius could tell his son was lying, trying to cling onto shadows of excuses, trying to climb up glass mirrors. He knew she was attractive, and though not beautiful, she had some unknown something to her that made you want to have her again and again. Ah, these thoughts of the flesh

Lowering his voice to a soft whisper, warning dripping from every word “Draco, do not question my wishes” he repeated.

The pale boys face drained of what little colour it had.

“Yes, Father”

“You may go. Dinner will be served at eight o’clock sharp”

Getting up he nodded to the two men and hurried out of the room a somewhat troubled look on his face.

“Poor boy, he must really be quite puzzled” the dark haired wizard said, a note of amusement in his voice.

“You certainly didn’t help!” he snapped

“Oh come now, Lucius. You can’t possibly chide me for wanting to give you a taste of your own medicine.”

A porcelain ornament on the mantelpiece smashed into tiny pieces, just a few inches away from Snapes head.

“Dear me, please control that temper.” His black eyes glittering with malice. Restoring it to its place intact. “That is the second time today I had to clear up after you. And I will not be at all happy if I have to do it again.”

If you could kill with a stare, Snape would have found himself on the floor in seconds with the look the blond wizard had shot him.

But totally nonplussed, he turned on his heel and said “How thoughtless of me, I have a potion that needs attending in the dungeon. I will see you at dinner. That is if you haven’t found a better way to spend your time.” And with that he left, black robes billowing behind him.

Letting out a sigh, he took out his silver pocket watch. Half past five. I suppose, I might as well leave her be a while longer. That leaves me ample time to think how I can act. Oh, the ways I could punish her. A cold smile lit his lips


*****


She knew he had left the doors unlocked. But just for now, she had no intention of getting into any more trouble. She hadn’t expected Malfoy to curse her with the Cruciatus, neither had she expected it to hurt so much. She still could feel spasms of pain coursing through her body. No, she would wait here. Wait here for that bastard to come and deal with her as he must. And between the burning sensation caused from the brandy, and all the worries and pain she fell asleep.

“Wake up, Miss Granger.” A soft voice she knew all to well, was calling her from her slumber.

She opened her eyes, and found Lucius Malfoy sitting next to her on the mattress. She sprung up immediately. How long has he been here?

As if reading her mind he answered “I entered the room five minutes ago and found you blissfully asleep, I decided to wake you. Now would you care to join me near the fire?” he summoned two armchairs, black leather of course. He sat down and seeing her still incredulous expression as she stayed still, he waved his hand graciously toward the seat opposite him.

Continuing to regard him with a look of serious contempt, she stayed put. Not moving a single muscle.

Rolling his eyes, he flicked his wand and the armchair flew behind her and knocked her down onto it, returning then to its place next to the fire; leaving the girl with nothing to do but straighten herself up in the chair.

“Now, this is nice and cosy isn’t it?” he said almost cordially

As she gave him no reply, but merely looked at him with distaste, he sighed and said “So shall we get down to business?”

She gulped, this man was totally unpredictable. He seemed to have some atrocious mood swings, from being kind to cruel, from cold to passionate. She didn’t like it. And she was sure that whatever he had in store for here would not be to her liking either.

“Why look so worried? I just want to have a little chat. Now, after some consideration I have thought of what will become of you. You are to stay here until I say so, you will be able to roam the Manor freely, but you cannot contact in any way anyone from the outside. You are to obey my orders and to do only what I say. In exchange for that I will make sure that you have some form of comfort, such as fresh clothes and food. You will be respectful to my guests and anyone else who lives in this Manor. You will sleep here, in this room, but will not touch any of my things without my permission. If you break any of these rules you shall be punished. Understand?”

She just stared, not knowing what else to say.

“You will find your time here most pleasurable if you know how to keep to the good side of me” his eyes were sparkling now, unmistakably alight with malice and lust.

“As you don’t seem to want to continue our chat, it’s time you received your punishment” his voice so soft, yet deadly; his grey eyes alight yet again with a dark light, that clouded them over.


Authors Note I know it took ages for me to update, and it is exceedingly long. But I hope you enjoyed it all the same. Thank you for reading.