His Dark Fantasy

Title: His Dark Fantasy
Author: Lilvior
Summary: Hermione is captured during a mission… by Snape. Takes place after HBP, so Snape is evil.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: One word warning – rape. I hate that word. Please don’t read if it’s going to upset you, it upset me a bit writing it, but if I’d left it in my head it was going to upset me more.
Archive: Have it if you want it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, if I did, Sirius would be alive to rescue poor Hermione at the end.
Review: Please! Constructive flames only, I’m not all that bothered about any spelling mistakes I may have made, or any continuity errors.
A/N: This is prob gonna be a stand alone piece, see my note at the end about a possible sequel.

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Hermione hardly dared to breathe; she stood frozen to the spot, trying to melt into the wall. Just twenty feet away, Lord Voldemort himself was ordering his minions to storm the Ministry. They hadn’t seen her yet, her mind cloak hid her thoughts from anyone with even a hint of telepathic ability, but her body would be completely visible had the Death Eaters simply moved to the left and peered around the corner.
Concentrating all the power of her mind, Hermione tried to think of a way out of the dark, empty factory that Voldemort had chosen as his headquarters. Apparation was out of the question, she’d already tried – and failed, the factory had to be protected somehow. When she’d arrived the place had been virtually empty, but since then hundreds upon hundreds of Death Eaters had gathered in the main storage hanger, and the Dark Lord himself was just around the corner, surrounded by eight of his most loyal followers, including Malfoy.
She slowly inched along the wall, breathing easier as the voices got quieter, the main entrance was in sight, only two guards stood between her and the quiet dark of the night. She sighed in relief and drew her wand, she wouldn’t kill, or even hurt, the guards, she didn’t want anyone to know she had even been there. Her only objective was to meet Harry at the secret location they’d chosen earlier, and divulge the information she’d just obtained. She knew she’d pulled the short straw when they’d picked her to take on this mission, but she would never shy away from her duty, no matter what the danger.
She opened her mouth to utter an incantation to allow her to slip past the guards, when her whole body suddenly went rigid.
She could still see, she could still feel. She felt a hooded robe being wrapped over her shoulders and the hood being pulled over her head. Without a word, another spell caused her feet to start moving… towards the exit. Internally, she heaved a huge sigh of relief, it was probably Harry, or someone else from the Order helping her to escape. The cape was probably an invisibility cloak.
The spell was… Why would Harry have used a spell to get her out of there?
She still couldn’t see the person helping her out past the guards, but the guards could obviously see the two of them.
“See you next time.” One of them muttered as Hermione was forced out the door. Two steps outside the factory, she felt herself dissapparating.
The next thing Hermione saw was a table laden with scrolls and dirty plates. But she could move, her arms swung down by her side and her knees nearly gave way. She pushed the hood down and spun around to see who had brought her here.
“Good evening, Miss Granger.”
Hermione gasped and backed away a couple of steps.
“You!” She cried, “You bastard!” she couldn’t contain her rage at a man she’d hoped never to see again.
Snape simply sneered at her, then removed his own cloak.
“You were trespassing tonight, Miss Granger.” He said, hanging the cloak on a hook behind the door. “If the other Death Eaters had caught you, you’d probably be dead by now.” He turned back to face her, an amused smile on his lips when he saw she’d pulled her wand out. “Now, now, don’t be silly; expelliamus.”
Her wand flew into Snape’s hand.
“Why did you save me?” She asked through gritted teeth.
“Save you? What gives you the impression that I saved you?” He delighted in the look of confusion on the girl’s face. “I merely thought it would be a waste if they killed you straight away.”
“What are you going to do?” She asked, secretly trying every wandless spell out in her head, to no avail.
Snape approached her with every aspect of a predator approaching his prey; he traced her form with his eyes, licked his lips in anticipation and undid the top button of his shirt.
“My dear Hermione,” He whispered, leaning close to her ear, “I’m going to do whatever I like.”
She knew the odds were against her, but survival instinct made her run. She got as far as the door when she felt a strong hand grip her wrist and pull her around. The force brought her spinning around until her chest slapped up against Snape’s. He was about a foot and a half taller than her, but it was no effort for him to lean down and harshly grip her chin, tilting it up. Hermione expected him to say something, but instead, he pressed his lips against hers.
“Mmpf!” She struggled in his grip and tried to wriggle away, but he was holding her head too tightly. She closed her eyes and tried to hold back from crying, knowing he’d soon get bored and stop. Sure enough, he pulled away after a few moments, but continued holding her head.
“Open your mouth.” He demanded.
Hermione held her lips together tightly.
Snape smiled and muttered something very quietly under his breath, Hermione felt her teeth part and her lips loosen. Suddenly he was back on her, except this time his tongue forced its way through her lips and started poking and licking at her own tongue. He tasted of smoke and mint, at that moment Hermione knew she’d never be able to eat mints again. He took his time violating her mouth, stopping to bite her lower lip every now and then.
“Please, continue trying to fight me, I find it somewhat arousing.” He said when he’d finally stopped kissing her.
Hermione knew he was going to rape her. She also knew that crying would only make him enjoy it more, but she really couldn’t help it, tears rolled from the corners of her eyes, and when she opened them, all she could see was Snape’s face. She grimaced as he leaned in and licked a tear from her cheek.
“Y-you bastard.” She stammered, shaking with fear. She imagined Ron and Harry bursting into this place now and saving her before her ex-teacher actually starting breaking into her.
Snape took out a knife and used it to tear the neck of Hermione’s top; she was wearing a simple long-sleeved t-shirt with jeans, she’d chosen the outfit specifically to blend in with the muggle surroundings of the factory, and also because it allowed her maximum movement. She cringed as she felt it being ripped down the middle and roughly removed. She brought her arms up and held them across her chest, trying to protect herself, but Snape didn’t seem bothered, he pushed her gently and she toppled over backwards. Before she even had time to think, Snape was on top of her, using his wand to pull her jeans off.
Hermione forced herself to stop crying and concentrate on escape; her wrists were pinned to the floor through some spell, but she could move the rest of her body, she pulled one knee up and managed to kick Snape in the stomach. He flew backwards a few feet, but when he got up his eyes were flaming.
“Insolent bitch.” He spat, catching up to her and throwing her against the opposite wall. “How dare you kick me?!”
Where her head hit the wall, she was seeing stars, and the few seconds it took her to regain her composure, was all the time it took for Snape to snatch the advantage from her.
In just her white bra and panties, she’d never felt so vulnerable in her life. With a cry she felt Snape’s cold hand reaching into her panties, and a finger force its way inside her.
“No!” She shrieked, desperately thrashing around, only succeeding in causing him to rip the panties clean off.
“Hmm, you’re tighter than I expected.” He sneered into her face, “I thought that blood-traitor, Weasley would have fucked you by now.”
Hermione couldn’t help but start to cry again as she thought of Ron, he’d been too embarrassed to even kiss her. The closest she’d come to actually having sex before was the summer after her fourth year, when she was just fifteen and went to stay with Victor for a few weeks, she’d told him no, and he’d respected her for it.
Now, having waited so long for the right person *cough* Ron *cough* she was about to lose her virginity in the worst kind of way.
In a flash he’d torn off her bra, and she was laying completely naked beneath a fully dressed Snape. He maliciously groped her breasts, scratching them and squeezing them hard. He paused to unbutton his fly and expose his erection.
“All those years teaching you…” He panted, licking one of her nipples then rubbing it, “I’ve dreamt about doing this to you.” He positioned him at her virgin entrance and smiled at her, “I only wish Potter and Weasley could be here to see me doing this to you.” With one enormous thrust he tore his way in, drinking in the scream he’d forced from the young girl’s lips. He pounded into her over and over, seemingly going deeper each time. Hermione felt nauseous with pain and tried to sink into the floor away from Snape’s uninvited weapon. She wished for it to be over, but it felt as though it had been going on for hours already.
“I hate to be a disappointment, but I’m afraid I’m not going to last very long.” He managed between thrusts and panting, “It’s been a while since I’ve had the pleasure of violating a virgin.” True to his word he ejaculated deep inside her. It felt like someone had injected lava into her, a slimy, viscous lava, and a trail of it stretched from inside of her to the end of Snape’s cock as he slowly removed it. She was frightened, but not particularly surprised, to see a lot of blood also.
Fear gripped her heart as she suddenly considered the possibilities of what he intended to do with her now. Would he kill her? Hand her back to the Death Eaters? Or maybe he’d keep her as his personal sex slave.
“Please, let me go now.” She begged, quietly, hating the way he continued to look at her.
“Oh I don’t think so.” He replied, smirking, “You’ll be staying here while I go play the loyal subject to the Dark Lord.” Something in his voice suggested that whilst he clearly wasn’t on the side of good any more, he wasn’t really all that fond of Voldemort either.
Hermione was locked in the small room without her wand while Snape vanished off to wherever. She wondered if he’d inform his co-conspirators that their location had been compromised, but she didn’t really care. She just lay curled up naked on the floor, crying.
After about half an hour she heard a crash. The door lay in splinters.
“Hermione?” It was Lupin. His eyes were stretched wide at the sight of one of his former pupils lying naked and bleeding on the floor. “What has that bastard done to you?” He wrapped his own cloak around her and picked her up.
Hermione was relieved that it hadn’t been Ron or Harry who found her, she couldn’t stand the idea of them seeing her as weak as this. She tucked her head in against Lupin’s chest and cried as he apparated them both to his safe house.

End
A/N: Sorry, that was a terrible excuse to write a nasty Snape/Hermione non-con. If other people wrote more of them than I wouldn’t have to write it! I also apologise for the rushed ending, I couldn’t think of a way to end it, if you think of a better ending and would be happy for me to use it, please e-mail me. I can’t really be bothered to write a follow up, but if anyone is desperate I might be able to force myself, I will be wanting ideas though. Maybe Ron finds out and kills Snape, or whilst recovering at Lupin’s, Hermione finds out that Snape has done the same thing to Tonks, and the girls team up to take their revenge on the bastard. Or after they’ve killed him, Hermione could discover she’d pregnant… If anyone else feels like taking on the follow up chapter, you’re welcome to, just let me know.