Saving Hermione

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And now, we try to Save Hermione...

Hermione lay on her bed, tangled in her blankets and stared up at the ceiling, trying to convince her body to go to sleep. For weeks, she had been unable to sleep, mostly lying in bed, waiting for it to take her, but forever disappointed. The only way she was able to function was by using banned energy potions. The things were beginning to burn her out and were beginning to stop working, their potency gone.

With a sigh, she got up and wrapped her long winter cloak around her, wearing only her thin nightgown beneath, intent on walking in the cool night air. Her body felt hot and shaky, like electricity was buzzing through her viens, racing along her bones and tendons. She brushed her hair off of her forehead with a shaking hand, before leaving her stifling Head Girl quarters for the cool damp of the spring night.

Both her mind and body had matured over the years. Before the End of the War, before Voldemort\'s downfall, she had seen and done things that had changed her. She may still be a virgin, but she was no longer innocent. She had watched the inquisition and torture of Death Eaters, participated in the murder and executions of the followers of the Dark Lord... So many things, all a blight on her soul.

She was no longer the same girl who had boarded the train her first year at Hogwarts, full of sunshine and innocence. And her body reflected these changes. Scars from whippings and torture traced across her back and ribs from when she was captured by Death Eaters, thin lines criss-crossed her forearms from knife fights, and a large, round, shiny scar, about the size of her clenched fist rode over her ribs, just under her left breast where a spell from the enemy had hit her during the Last Battle.

Aside from the marks of war, her body had matured from that of a girl to that of a young woman. Lucious curves dipped in all the right spots, with firm young breasts, a tiny tucked in waist, a wide swath hip, and legs that seemed enchanted to never end, leading to trim calves and slim ankles. Hard muscles attained in battle were now overlaid by creamy soft flesh sprouting form a life of relative peace, untroubled by the consant threat of attack.

She padded unshod through the halls of the ancient castle, her bare feet as quiet as the paws of a stealthy cat. She whispered by the sleeping paintings, making her way downstairs, aiming for the way out. After a seeming eternity of closed in hallways and muffling darkness, she came to the Enterance Hall, and pushed open the doors.

The soft light of the moon and stars fell upon her face and the night expelled it\'s damp breath against her body. Glistening dew lay on the grass like delicate jewels in the silver darkness. She stepped out into the arms of the night and walked unafraid in the dark.

Barefoot on the damp ground, the hem of her cloak soaked with dew, Hermione stood and let the darkness take her.

***

Severus Snape stood at the enterance to the hallway leading to the dungeons, watching Miss Granger\'s strange and rule-breaking behaviour. He had noticed that in the last few weeks, she had seemed preoccupied, not quite there, like her body was but not her mind. It was not just he either, all the other teachers had noticed it too, and some of the students. And now this midnight walk in the damp grass of the grounds?

It was doubtable that the other staff members truly recognised her behaviour for what it was, but Severus knew it and was intimately familliar with it. For years, a select few of students had passed along a secret. The Potions Master was also a Master of Seduction, a regular Casanova, a Donatien de Sade, a Leopald Masoch. The girls and occasional boys had passed along the secret of the key that would let them have relief from the desires that they didn\'t know they had. He could only hope that Miss Granger would receive the knowledge she needed before it was too late. He knew what it was like to have those kinds of desires be left untended.

He retreated to his subterranean suit, wondering which particular desires Hermione needed assuaged, and whether she would have the gutts to come to him.

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