A Tale of Two Wizards

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Kidnapped

Hermione was laying on the comfortable, warm sofa with a smile on her face, and a light in her eyes. Molly immediately did what she did best, and immediately got the frying pan on.

“Oh, Molly, just soup please, Severus has been giving me soup to make sure that I don’t be sick or anything!”

“Begging your pardon, Hermione, but Severus is not a mother to seven children,” Molly replied sniffily.

“He’s the wrong sex for a start,” Hermione whispered under her breath. She loved Molly to pieces, but she guessed that she still did not quite believe that Hermione had led Harry astray in their fourth year, and broken his heart. Since then Molly has always been a little stiff with her, yet Hermione knew that Molly did care for her.

Ginny went up to the sofa, and put an extra cushion or two under Hermione’s head. She, too, had a sort of hard look in her eyes. Hermione did not see resentment there just a sort of musing look. Molly had cracked a couple of eggs and placed a rasher of bacon and a couple of sausages in the pan and the sizzling reached Hermione’s ears, and the smell of the fat made her stomach rumble.

“No wonder that man is so thin!” Molly exclaimed. “If he nitpicks like a sparrow!”

“Actually, he has a great appetite and eats more than you think!” Hermione said.

“Yes, we heard,” Harry said through gritted teeth.

“Harry, it weren’t like that!”

“Weren’t it?” Harry asked.

Hermione sighed and then she turned to Ginny. Ginny shook her head.

“Okay,” Ginny sighed. “What was it like?”

Hermione leaned back on the sofa, and sighed again, and came back with a gleam of happiness shining in her eyes.

“It was beautiful,” she said. “And surprisingly he has a great body, kind of like athletic.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, like he was a sports player once or something. Anyway, he’s fitter than he appears on the surface. Those robes do him no justice whatsoever I am surprised he has not tried to dress and look like Lucius Malfoy!”

“Wrong colour hair for a start,” Harry muttered again.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

“When he first took me in he took me to a dungeon where he chained me to a wall, I guess so I wouldn’t run away, which bizarrely I tried to do when I was out of those chains.”

“What about – you know – the um -!” Ginny tried to ask but she was blushing with the thought.

“No problems there Ginny, he made love to me like we were waltzing on the dance floor. And his eyes Gin! His eyes smouldering with passion, oh Merlin, I am going dizzy now with the thought of it. And his voice whispering and murmuring in my ear as he was touching me!”

Ron was shaking with absolute jealousy.

“Too much information Hermione,” he said through gritted teeth his blue eyes sparking with outrage.

Hermione looked into Ron’s eyes and realised what she had done. She might have betrayed Snape with Malfoy but she had doubly betrayed Ron. She immediately went quiet.

“Ron,” Ginny said. “I am sure that there is something you can do outside with Harry like practise flying or something!” Ginny said testily. “And why don’t you go with them Gred and Forge?”

The twins twinkled at the nicknames that they had confided to Ginny. Molly had come in with a plate of eggs, bacon, and sausages with baked beans and a bottle of ketchup.

“Yes Ma’am,” they all said. Arthur had decided to slope of to the garage to do some of his tinkering. Leaving Hermione and Ginny on their own so that Hermione could talk more freely and openly.

“Go on then,” Ginny urged once they were all gone.

“Oh, Ginny, he was so persistent, and strong and even if I wanted to say no the protest would have died as soon as it reached my larynx. He kissed me like he truly cared for me. He was drinking me and I was drinking him, and when he fed me strawberries, cream and melted chocolate in the bath and was washing my hair, oh, I know that even with him I’d never have that same feeling again, it was so intense, so passionate, so wonderful.”

“How intense?” Ginny asked.

“Who are you my mother?” Hermione asked.

“Just carry on with the story,” Ginny sighed.

“He ripped my dress off and I tore his shirt off his back does that give you an image of how intense it was?”

Ginny gulped and looked at Hermione. She was curious for one reason only. She wanted to get ideas. Hermione started eating the meal prepared for her and ate with wanton abandon as she piled into the food like she only remembered that she was supposed to eat only a moment ago. Once she finished she looked up again into Ginny’s brown eyes.

“It sounds like he really wanted you then,” Ginny mused.

“Oh, he wanted me all right, and if I have to admit it fully and openly I wanted it too.”

Ginny sighed and then she got up and sat next to Hermione.

“I do not believe for one minute that he loves you as much as he said he did, but I do believe that he cares deeply for you, he has returned you to us, and believe me that is something that I can actually like him for.”

“Then Lucius Malfoy has to go and come back from the dead in an eerily revenant way!”

“Revenant?” Ginny asked.

“Never mind,” Hermione sighed, as she put a finger on her pulsating brow. “Lucius wanted to know all about me, and how I grew up, and what my life was like, and then he wanted to read to me, a Muggle story no less, it was a story I grew up with, and it was my favourite. Anyway, he read it to me exactly like my grandfather used to. My grandfather had blue eyes and he was called Luke. Because of that, I don’t know, I ended up doing it with him as well, although, it weren’t a bit like it was with Severus.”

“Wow,” Ginny said. “All this to learn a simple Potion?”

“The thing is, Ginny, he was going to teach me the Potion, but I didn’t listen to him. He warned me the staircase weren’t safe, and I didn’t listen because I was scared to listen to him. I thought that it was going to be a one night stand and he said that afterwards, when he bought me back to the bed and was surveying the damage, that the one thing he DOESN’T do is one night stands. So, anyway we were about to do it again just for him to prove his point when Malfoy turned up.”

Ginny frowned and went to the fireplace and stroked it as she was thinking. She spun on her heel.

“If Lucius is not dead like we believed then who is?” She asked.

“Narcissa,” Hermione answered. “Apparently Draco is living with dear Aunty Bella whom has poisoned Draco somewhat against Snape. It appears Sirius weren’t the only Black who hated Severus.”

“Do you love Snape?” Ginny asked.

“I don’t know,” Hermione answered. “I guess I care for him deeply, but it’s too soon to decide that one, I mean we have only had one night with each other. The idea was before Lucius turned up that we have time to develop a relationship whilst he was looking after me. Oh, how I wanted that relationship to develop, and now, because of Malfoy, we can’t!”

“Do you have any ideas as to why Tom Riddle would want Snape to seduce you?”

“I have thought about the only clear possibility that pertains to my cycle. Although, how would Lord Voldemort know about my cycle?”

Ginny furrowed her brow in thought again. How would Tom Riddle know about Hermione’s cycle? The thought disturbed her immensely. She felt uncomfortable, and a little guilty that she might be the one to have told him, after all Hermione was thirteen in THAT year. She knew the diary was destroyed, but she did actually write in there that Hermione had confided in her as the only Gryffindorian girl she liked, that she had ‘started’. But she shook her head; she searched her memory for that particular day the only other being with them was Ron’s pet rat Scabbers, who had disappeared without a trace and no one told her how or why!

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Lucius was pacing the room with agitation. He could not believe that Snape of all people had outwitted him! He had placed Hermione in the care of the Weasley’s that much was certain, but he did not know where the Weasley’s lived.

He went to the bed and dragged up the sheets where the scent of her shampoo still clung on the covers. He sniffed the sheets and inhaled her delicious summery scent. He smirked, as he picked up the book and remembered her listening attentively to him reading to her. He would have to return the book to her of course, an excuse to see her; he was determined to have her as his wife come what may. He knew that Snape would not tell him where she was the thing is who else would know? He was racking his brains. He thought of Percy the wayward son, but he knew Percy, as vile as he was would probably not go so far as to sell his parents and family out, no, he just disowned them. He opened the book to the page where Mole and Ratty are meeting for the first time.

RATTY! Wormtail! He had after all sold James and Lily out he would stoop so low as to sell her out, after all he heard there were no love lost between them. He tossed the book negligently aside and got up to walk to the fireplace. He picked up the Floo Powder and said Riddle Mansion. He knew Wormtail would be snivelling on the floor scraping for forgiveness.

He walked up to the door of the library that was empty, only to see through the window the person he wanted to visit walk from an old tumble down disused cottage. It belonged to some Muggle that Lord Voldemort had killed. The Muggle should have considered that a privilege, Lucius thought! He went out of the house to meet him.

“L – Lucius what – what are you doing here?” Wormtail stuttered.

“To see you old boy,” Lucius smiled dripping with charm.

“What – why?”

“Because I miss you,” the falseness of this statement was so obvious that Wormtail immediately looked at Lucius with a sly distrusting gleam in his watery eyes.

“That’s not the reason.”

“No, you’re right, it is not the reason,” Lucius said. “I haven’t got time to mess around I need to know where the Weasley’s live! I believe you stayed in that family’s house for most of your rat existence.”

“Why do you want to know?” Wormtail asked grumpily.

“Because Snape took something that is precious to me there, and I want it back, that is why!” Lucius snapped.

“It’s a place called The Burrow,” Wormtail said without a flicker of the eyelid. “But please d-don’t hurt Potter whatever you do!”

“Do not be absurd, Wormy, I am not going there for that boy I am going there for someone whom despite origin has the potential to be far greater than Potter!”

“You mean Miss Granger?” Wormtail asked.

“You catch on quick,” Malfoy said tapping his cane on Wormtails shoulder.

“Why is everyone so bloody interested in her all of a sudden?” Wormtail asked sullenly.

“Because, Wormy, unlike you she is something to look at, and unlike you she also has a few brain cells inside her head!”

Wormtail looked down on the ground and mumbled something, which Lucius did not quite hear. Lucius wanted to hear it, though, and went up to Wormtail and pinched his ear and twisted it.

“What was that Wormtail?” He growled.

“Bastard,” Wormtail said with a pained voice.

“You are the second person to accuse my parents of not being married it looks like I will have to print my family tree in the Daily Prophet for the world to realise that they were!”

He let Wormtail go and then apparated back to the Mansion. He grinned wolfishly as he stepped into the Mansion. He knew where to find Hermione and he knew a way BACK into her bed where he belonged!

Lucius Malfoy swaggered back into the Mansion and smiled a cold, selfish smile. If Snape wants to play Piggy In The Middle that was fine with him! Hermione was worth fighting over. He knew a way to tempt her into his arms, and by Slytherins blood, he’d do it. He would charm the little woman into his world and his life. And when the charming was over he’d present her in front of his Master to have the Mark, and then he would get the Mansion back with a new Mistress and a new son. He was under no suspicion that the child Hermione was most certainly carrying was his. It was bound to be his. He could not BEAR to think that, that pretty creature was carrying around HIS baby.

Another greasy haired, hook nosed sallow faced person to poison the womb of an attractive adorable person. He walked up to the fireplace in the library and grabbed a pot of Floo Powder and he chucked some in the fireplace and he put his face in there. He then whispered clearly The Burrow and just poked around for a bit. She weren’t alone. She was with Weaslette. The brat of a child that had ALMOST done what he wanted her to do. She would have bought shame on the good name of Weasley had not the other brat thwarted THAT one! He snarled having to control himself. He was not here to exact revenge on the idiotic children. He was here to spy on his bride to be. He surveyed the living room with a contemptible sneer.

She was lying on the sofa putting a plate down, she obviously had a large breakfast, and Molly would have done that. No half measures with her. He smiled at the time when he realised exactly what it was like with her. He realised that a small part of him was actually jealous of Arthur for obtaining the girl that he, Lucius wanted. Well, he wanted Hermione, and this time he won’t bloody fail!

Hermione turned her head a little towards the fireplace and he popped his head out. That’s good. He’d wait until she was alone, and then he would go in; pick her up, and carry her back here. He loved being a Wizard!

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Hermione frowned as she turned. She tried to twist her head to see the fireplace more clearly. Ginny noticed her friends frown and she turned around to look in the direction of the fireplace where her friend was staring.

“What is the matter?” Ginny asked.

“I don’t know, I thought I saw something in the fireplace,” Hermione murmured. “Probably just my imagination, though, as I am rather tired.”

“Do you want to be left alone?” Ginny asked.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Hermione asked.

“Don’t be silly no one can get you here!”

“Are you sure?”

“Look the only person on the Dark Side that know’s where we live is Snape, and since he bought you here for your protection then I doubt he’ll come and snatch you away again.”

“I wouldn’t mind that!” Hermione exclaimed with a naughty twinkle in her eye. Ginny decided to go and see what her boyfriend and brothers were up to. Hermione slid off to sleep.

Ginny walked out of the door and walked up the hill to where her brothers were practising their already brilliant flying skills.

Harry swooped down on his broomstick and landed softly on the grass. Ginny looked at him and he nodded both knew they had to talk privately. Ron wouldn’t understand. Ginny took Harry’s hand and led him to a private area behind a bush. She tiptoed and kissed him on the nose.

“What is the story then?” Harry asked.

“Promise you won’t blow your top off Harry?”

“I’ll try not to,” Harry grimaced.

“He did not rape her Harry,” Ginny said. “She slept with him willingly and without argument. She said that he was persistent and strong. And that she could not say no even if she DID want to. She said that it was intense and that well – she thoroughly enjoyed him. And that she would do it again. I think we’ll just have to accept it Harry. She cares for Snape and she is not likely to STOP caring for him.”

“And, Malfoy, what about him?”

“Well, she said that he read her part of her favourite story that she liked as a child, and he read it exactly the same way her grandfather read it out to her, and she said he was called Luke, and he had blue eyes. So what Malfoy did was worse. He’s only taking Hermione I think because he reckons that Snape shouldn’t have her. The arrogant prat that he is.”

“He’s right,” Harry said. “Snape doesn’t deserve her. And neither does Malfoy.”

“If it were a choice between the two I’d rather Snape have her than Malfoy, Harry,” Ginny said.

Harry bit his retort back and looked at Ginny, and then around the bush. He then smiled, and started to edge her in the back of the tree.

“Enough of other peoples sordid lives, Gin. Let’s start one of our own!”

Ginny coyly wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck and started kissing him. Harry hitched her legs over his waist, and then he broke apart. She started frantically to undo Harry’s shirt and he started massaging her breasts from underneath her top trying not to kiss her at the same time. Ginny smiled and breathless she hoisted her arms up and he was just about to take her top off when the Twins blundered in through the bushes and took Harry physically off their sister.

“I am sorry, Ginny, but it’s for your own good,” one said.

“We can’t have the Chosen One being distracted from the serious duties. No matter how pleasant the distraction may be!”

“Let go off me you morons,” Ginny was trying to twist her way out of her brother’s grip. Harry had to think of somewhere LESS populated by big brothers to get his way with her!

Ron stepped through then and his eyes flashed anger at Harry.

“I don’t mind you kissing her Harry, or dating her, but I do mind you taking her clothes off!”

“I love her Ron!” Harry exclaimed. “You and Hermione have done it you know!”

“That’s different, Hermione is not YOUR sister!”

“Have you considered that I might view her AS a sister!” Harry exclaimed back rather hotly.

“Just make sure the only thing you do with Ginny is to kiss her all right!”

“Oh for goodness sake, Ron, how can I help it huh? She’s sexy and wonderful and I love her, and what do you expect me to do with Ginny? She is MY girlfriend!”

“She’s MY sister!”

“JUST LEAVE US ALONE RON AND TRY TO UNDERSTAND THAT WE ALL GROW UP ONE DAY!”

“YOU SO MUCH AS THINK ABOUT -!”

Ron never finished his sentence as a pop was heard behind them and out stepped Snape holding a jar of something.

“Mia needs her lotion now,” he said. A slow nasty smile creeping up on his lips. “Have I interrupted anything important?”

“No,” Harry said, as he was flashing Ron a furious look. Ron returned one just as bad and Snape KNEW something had happened. Ron then looked at Snape.

“You know your way down,” he mumbled, as he ran down the hill.

“Tut-tut,” Snape said, as he gave Potter a curious look. “It seems that things are not going well on the domestic front!”

“What do you mean by that?” Harry asked.

“How is your relationship with Miss Weasley going?”

“Things between us are fine, or they would be had she not so many bloody brothers!”

Snape was shocked. He was genuinely shocked. That was the first time he had ever heard this boy speak ill of people he LIKED!

“Is this an interesting story?” Snape asked.

“Not one that I am likely to tell you, Snape!” Harry said.

“Look, boy, I am rather knowledgeable on most things, including the mysteries of women. Well, some of them. Most women are actually quite naturally Occlumens. They really don’t want you to know what they are thinking you know. They’ll slip, but only occasionally, and they learn from it!”

“I am trying to, well -!” Harry blushed, as he looked at Snape.

“I know what you are trying to do,” Snape said. “And I don’t blame you, but surely you might consider doing it properly. Perhaps take her out for a nice dinner, arrange a hotel room and make love to her where there is NO ONE able to stop you!” Harry looked at Snape. He weren’t sure whether he should listen to Snape, after all, what did Snape know about women? He said he knew them, but Harry doubted that! He wished Sirius were alive, and unfortunately for Harry the thought came into his head when Snape was still looking in his eyes. “Believe me, boy, I know more about the subject than Black ever would have done. For all his good looks and talents he did not go out with ONE single silly girl that swooned over him, as he was far too busy being a rebel for that! I have had girlfriends despite my looks. How do you think I knew how to please Hermione?”

Harry looked away then and gritted his teeth. They had just reached the Burrow when Ginny came running out; her complexion ashen, and she was sobbing, she ran directly into Harry’s arms. Harry stroked her hair, patted her back, and squeezed her really tight.

“What is it darling?” Harry asked her.

“Hermione,” Ginny sobbed.

Snape did not wait around for an explanation, as he immediately ran into the house and went to the sofa. The imprint of her was there. Her smell was there, but she weren’t there. She had been taken. He came out again and then took Miss Weasley in his arms and looked in her eyes. He wasn’t going to be angry to her. Although, he would berate her for being stupid enough to let Hermione out of her sight. He’d berate the entire family!

“I left her alone, she didn’t want me to, I thought Harry needed an update, and so I went and then came back to find her gone. I didn’t think anyone on the Dark Side knew where we lived apart from you!” Ginny sobbed again. Snape found himself softening toward the child a little. He could not berate her for that. Snape looked on the floor awkwardly, and then instead of speaking he took Ginny in his arms, and he kissed her gently on the forehead and held her there. She clutched onto his robes. “It’s all my fault I should have listened to Hermione.”

“The damage is done,” Snape murmured. “You needn’t worry I know whom has taken her, but he has probably concealed her somewhere else. I will get her back to you again. And this time I will do it properly.”

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Hermione had stirred again hoping to wake up to a delicious cup of coffee and then another girl chat with Ginny. Only to discover she was in a completely different room from where she was before. She had a headache and she tried to move, but realised she was in pain. She frowned. Why couldn’t people leave her alone?

“Comfortable?” a dark hissing voice asked.

“Where am I?” Hermione asked.

“So sorry not to introduce myself to a staying guest,” the dark voice hissed once again.

“Who are you?”

The voice stepped out of the shadows, a robed man/snake thing came out of the shadows and Hermione gasped, as she saw a pair of red eyes glowing with triumph from underneath the hood of the being.

“I am Lord Voldemort, I am sure you have heard of me, and you are a guest in my house.”

Hermione swooned!

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