A Mudblood's Treachery. NEW CHAPTER up! Finally.

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Draco made his way to his room and slammed the door. He slumped down on the edge of the bed and thrust his hands through his hair. He wanted to kill Snape; or Voldemort or himself, he was still deciding when he closed his eyes and sighed.

“Where’s Hermione?” Ginny sat in a chair at his desk, arms folded, with a mean look on her freckled face.

“Breaking and entering, no more then I would expect from a Weasley. What you came to loot my closet for more second hand goods?” snickered Draco, standing up from the bed, his body tense.

Ginny smiled slowly at his deliberate insult, “Don’t you ever get tired of being a wanking ferret, Malfoy?”

“No,” Draco replied calmly, picking imaginary lint off his sleeve with a yawn.

“That figures,” Ginny frowned and looked around the room.

“Does this riveting conversation have a point, Weaselette?”

“You have not answered my question,” pointed out Ginny with a glare.

“How the hell should I know where she is? She is with your boyfriend, last I heard,” snapped Draco. “Now, get the hell out of my room!”

“She is with Harry? But, how? I thought…,” exclaimed Ginny with a surprised look.

“----- That she sold you and your friends down the river? Yes, well you are not exactly the fastest Quidditch broom in the lot. Obviously, she was just pretending to betray you so she could get information for them, so could you please sod off,” replied Draco scathingly.

Ginny placed a horrified hand to her mouth, her face flushed, and she fled the room.

The door shut behind her and Draco slumped back on the bed wearily. He felt so tired all the time, how Snape did this for all those years was completely beyond him. Draco wondered if it was worth it for only a split second before he saw Hermione’s face in his mind. Yes, definitely. Snape did not even have a Hermione so it must be worse for him. His poor Godfather had nothing keeping him sane and Draco actually felt a bit better.

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Severus Snape unaware that he was currently being pitied was sitting calmly in his office when suddenly a knock resounded on his door.

“Come in,” commanded Snape.

“Headmaster, Ginny Weasley has told all of Gryffindor, that Hermione has fled school grounds to join the Potter quest. Surely HE must have heard by now,” Millicent worried her lower lip, her dark eyes ripe with concern as she looked over at Severus. “He will punish you, wont he.” It was not a question.
“Yes, I imagine he will,” replied Snape coolly, his eyes not meeting her own.

He could not reassure her of anything. His silly young lover was headstrong and braver then most Gryffindor, it terrified him. She was capable of devious and insane acts when she put her mind to it. If for one second Millicent understood the depths of just how ‘displeased’ Voldemort would be, she would try to interfere.

Snape studied her, his black eyes half-mast with consideration. “Millicent, it will be fine,” he said more gently, his fingers ceased tapping against the desktop.

“You are lying to me,” Millicent replied in a singsong voice, and she closed the distance between them with a narrow look in her eyes. She plopped down on the edge of the desk, leaned in, and her nose practically brushed his.

“You ungrateful and wretched girl, how dare you slander…. ----” hissed Snape, unnerved by her close proximity.

“---Don’t --- lie --- to me,” Millicent interjected with a cold drawl, reminiscent of his own.

Snape raised an eyebrow and gripped her upper arm tightly, his spindly fingers dug into her soft flesh and she yelped as he rose up, and hauled her off his desk.

His mouth set in a grim firm line as Snape stared coldly down at her. “You presume a great deal, witch, who are you to demand anything from me? You are a silly girl who is playing at sex and games with Dark Wizards. You are nothing to me but a mark, what I do is NOT your concern, do you understand me?” Snape calmly said the words that cut into Millie’s heart and battered self-esteem.

Millicent felt the blow of his heartless words and she blinked back tears of surprise and humiliation. Never in his life had Severus ever spoken to her so plainly and it fucking hurt. BAD. What was she thinking? A wizard like him would never be interested in a girl who looked like her, except for shagging purposes. He was a hero, and an ex-Deatheater, who gave up everything for Princess Lily Potter and once Voldemort was dead, Snape would have his share of witches, swooning over him.

Severus saw her go pale at his cruel words and he felt a burning in his gut. Millie would not let it go, she would pursue Voldemort to protect him and she would end up dead. Severus could not have that on his conscious. Not this time, not her, she was too special. He pushed her away from him with an offended sneer.

Millicent stumbled back against the desk in shock, and she felt like her legs would not work. She tilted her chin stubbornly, tears sparkling behind her dark eyes as she drew herself up to her full height.

“You are a bloody bastard, Severus Snape,” she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. “I don’t believe you. I want you to say it. Say you are bored with shagging me, and that you don’t care about me at all except for what I gave you between my legs.”

“You are a bloody bore, even with what is between your legs and I don’t care about you at all,” replied Snape simply, his bottomless black eyes devoid of emotion.

“Frankly you are getting tiresome, always following me around, trying to be helpful when all you should be doing is eating and spreading your legs for the other Slytherin. Stop pestering me Ms. Bullstrode, and NEVER EVER speak to me like that again. Do you understand me?” questioned Snape, his voice cold and commanding.

Millicent tried hard not to gasp at his words but she could not help it. Her eyes closed painfully and she could feel the tears spill down her colorless cheeks as she they closed. She leaned on the desk for support and her hands were trembling. Her breathing felt shallow and she dreaded having to open her eyes and look at him again.

Severus would rather have cut out his heart then treat her like that, but sadly, the only options available were sacrifice her to Voldemort, or drive her as far as bloody possible from him and insure that Voldemort never got his hands on her. His lovely Amazon was trembling from the pain of his words and her tears were like a poison that was seeping into his veins. He cursed under his breath and glared at her, carefully arranging his features to be blank.

“You are still here,” whispered Snape, and he turned away from her. “When I come back, I want you gone. I expected better then a blubbering mess from a Slytherin, you are acting like a common Hufflepuff, now sort yourself out,” Snape quickly fled to the side door that led to his private library and slammed it shut behind him.

Millicent felt his parting words like dull blows; his exit marked only by the loud thud of the door behind him. Her back bowed and she collapsed forward on his desk, weeping. She knew that it was considered weak to cry and tears often were used as weapons. Millicent had always despised such ploys, but now, with him gone she could give way to the painful humiliation that raged inside her.

She slid down to the floor and weakly dropped her head back on the desk drawers. She had always thought that he was just happy to have anyone that he could never really care about her. She knew that offering him sex would work, but love, and companionship was something that Severus Snape knew nothing about.

Millicent wiped her eyes with the sleeves of her robe and she looked down at herself, she was not unattractive, just rather plain. If she were exciting or even interesting like Hermione, she would have loads of wizards after her. However, Millicent was forced to admit that even if that was the case, she would only want one.

Severus Snape was it.

The one she wanted to be with forever. She knew the reasons, far too many to put into words honestly. It hurt her immensely to think that she would never again get to hear his voice growl in her ear, post coital bliss. His fingers would never again caress her; his lips never plunder her cleavage, desperate and hungry for her.

Millicent felt so despondent. Her eyes caught on a paper that lay on the desk. It was a parchment detailing the progress of Potter. She looked around, suddenly anxious to find the Port key, she knew it was here. The one that he used to look out for Potter. Millicent spotted the old door handle, sitting next to a book of fairy tales.

“Thank you, wanker, Snape for giving me an exit. You want me gone. You will get your wish, and the next time you see me, I will be standing next to Potter, flipping the Dark Lord the bird,” Millicent said to herself, her hand grasping for the old door handle. “If you don’t want me, I don’t give a flying turd about what happens next, might as well try to be a hero,”

The last thing Millicent saw before she began to spin out of control, was Severus Snape bursting into the office with a panicked look of rage screaming, “NO!!!!!!!!”

Snape slid down the door that separated them, his eyes burning and his chest threatening to cave in from the anguish that he saw in Millicent eyes. He could hear her weeping, and suddenly he heard her distinctly say something that made his blood run cold. He threw the door open, and rushed into the room but it was too late.

Millicent was gone, and he had a sickening feeling that he would be seeing her very soon.








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