Behind a Death Eater's Mask

forgot the obligatory: I DO NOT own any Harry Potter characters, they are J. K. Rowlings. If I could own one I would pick Snape. Yesh. ^_^
Ok enough about me being poor and not owning Snape. On to the pRoN. Woot! For those of you that are interested I'm actually an artist. I love to draw and paint. This story was in my head and I drew a picture for it first but I couldn't find anyone to write the story for me. I personally don't like my writing style so much but I had to tell the story to go with the picture. Here's a link to the picture:

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~Chapter1~

Hermione looked at herself once more in the mirror, willing herself the guts to carry out what she had been planning for months. Everything looked perfect right down to the one extra button undone on her school uniform. What on earth was she doing? She was in her seventh year and she was Hogwart's Headgirl and here she was about to go to the most hated Potion's Proffessor and try to seduce him? Had she lost her mind? "Well perhaphs." She thought as she grabbed her school robes on her way out her door. She let out a long sigh. How had her admiration and respect for this man, that was risking his life for the good of the wizarding world, turned into lust?

As she got closer to the common room she hoped that there weren't any stragglers left behind studying into the early hours of the morning for some upcoming test. That was all she needed now was someone to remind her where she was and who she should be, a role model to the other students. When she was by herself in the headgirl's quarters everything could be forgotten. The world around her melted away when she started thinking of him and for a moment she could slip into the fanatasy world where Professor Snape was a very gentle, passionate lover. It didn't hurt any either that in her little world he had a lean, sinewy body hidden beneath those layers of robes. She blushed at this thought. What had gotten into her? Of course it had occured to her that he may be completely different from her fantasy. He may really be an abusive, snarky, old man that lived up to every bit of his reputation. All of these thoughts swirled through her head as she made her way through the thankfully empty common room and down to the dungeons.

She went through her plans in her head as she twisted and wound her way through the castle's dark, maze like halls. She had waited for her assigned night to walk the halls keeping watch for the incidental snogging session or the chance curfew breaker. She would just happen to hear something odd in the general vicinity of the dungeons and happen to find Professor Snape up grading papers. She had seen his light on in his office several times before while walking the halls and she knew he had trouble sleeping, choosing instead to grade papers. If everything went as planned he would be there just like the times before and she would first test the waters by letting a little extra flesh show and if he reacted the way she hoped she could continue from there. Hermione wasn't very sure exactly how this worked considering she herself was a virgin but she had read about it several times in her romance novels that Ginny had gotten her hooked on. She tried to calm her nerves by reminding herself that she had seen some action before, first with Victor then with a very short lived relationship with Harry. Hermione fortified her resolution with the thought that she understood the basic priciple as she came upon Professor Snape's classroom. She slowly pushed the heavy door open and looked to the front of the room with the hope that his office light would be on. She was in luck! There was a soft glow coming from the other side of the door. She strode to the front of the classroom and stood before his door, steeling herself, she knocked softly. "Come on Hermione! If you're going to actually go through with this, do it right!" a voice in the back of her mind shouted. Just as she raised her fist to knock louder she heard a deep voice from inside.

"I'm going to assume that whoever you are you are either dead or dying if you are bothering me this late at night. If you are not then you soon will be." Hermione froze.

"What am I doing?" she thought frantically.

As she was about to spin on her heel and leave as fast as humanly possible he spoke again.

"Enter!" His voice was extremly tired and irrate sounding.

"You can't leave after coming this far! Turn around and face the man or you know you will never be able to live with yourself." The voice in her head chastised.

She took a deep breathe and put her hand on the doorknob.

"You can do this!" she thought to herself as she turned the knob and pushed.

There, sitting at his desk in the middle of an office cluttered with books and sheets of parchement, sat the glowering potion's proffesor. She couldn't remember him ever looking more affronted. He did not look quite right though, he seemed more drawn and fatigued than usual. Perhaps this was the wrong way to go about this, she should have just come to him after class.

"Just make the best of it, he's already seen you, you can't turn back now. Do what you came here for!" the little voice in the back of her mind was back again.

"And what exactly are you doing in my office at this late hour, Miss Granger?" he said with an audible loathing in his voice.

"I, um, I..." she stumbled on her words as she nervously wrung her hands.

Hermione stopped and looked down at the floor. What kind of Gryffindor was she? She was stuttering, her palms were sweaty and she was cowering! She was acting like some 4th year with a crush. She had come here with plans that far exceeded some little crush. She had adult thoughts on her mind and she had every intention of going somewhere with them. Having gone through this little battle in her mind, she straightened up and put her hands down by her side.

"Miss Granger, I hope you do not expect me to sit here for all eternity while you attempt to collect enough intelligence to form a coherent thought." he said with malice.

She took a deep breath then confidently raised her eyes to his and leaned forward placing her hands on his desk while slightly pushing her arms in towards her sternum causing her breasts to come together quite nicely. She had done this a thousand times in a mirror just to make sure she got the desired effect. She knew at this very moment her smooth, milky skin would look like it was about to spill from the lacey red bra that was just barely peeking out from her intentionally unbuttoned shirt. She also knew that the average man, if he was interested, would undoubtedly notice her enticing, silent, offer.

"I'm sorry to bother you this late Professor but I heard a strange noise coming from this part of the castle and I was wondering if you had heard it too. If you didn't hear it perhaps you could help me find out what it was?" She said.

She watched his face for any kind of reaction, roving eyes, outright staring, a slight look of unease, anything. Professor Snape merely looked her in the eye with disdain plainly visable on his face. He brought his hand up and pinched the bridge of his nose, obviuosly suffering from a headache.

"Miss Granger, I have not heard anything. Had I heard anything I assure you I would not allow some head-strong, little girl to tag-a-long while I investigated the matter." he said gruffly.

Hemione had been shot down. She did not let him see that she was put out. She kept her mask of indifference on and pushed off the desk to stand at her full height again.

"I would like to remind you sir that I am in my seventh year here and I am 18 years old which is of legal age. I am no longer a child. I would also like to remind you that I am Headgirl and should there be any kind of issue in this castle I should be included in resolving it." Hermione said matter-of-factly.

"10 points from Gryffindor! I do not need your lip tonight you insolent, little girl. This school is in more danger than you realize and you dare to sit there and tell me what an asset you are?! You wouldn't survive for one moment in the upcoming war if you didn't have people like Albus to protect you. I'll ask that you leave now before I give you a detention and deduct more house points." Professor Snape said with a smug look.

Hermione was surprised at how passive he was being, for him anyway, tonight. Almost as if there were something wrong. She looked at him for a short while trying to decide what was different about him. He did look a shade paler than usual and he didn't have his aristocratic air about him. In general he just appeared ill. Well, he wouldn't get away with his outrageous verbal abuse just because he looked a little ill.

"This coming from you who has no school pride and no loyalty. You lurk down here in your dungeons never coming out to find out what is that Harry is working so hard to protect! We have all been working hard to make ourselves ready and I for one am willing to die for my friends!" she said. He was starting to make her flustered, her mask slipping.

Professor Snape stood with such speed that his chair fell to the floor behind him. "You do not know what I do with my off time! I have as much pride in this school as the next person, if not more, and I know far more than you about the violence that will ensue in this battle. Rest assured you will not just die for your friends you will be tortured for them! Are you ready for that?" His expression was one of complete and total rage.

"Get Out!" He bellowed.

Hermione cringed, fearing he would reach out and strike her. Instead a look of agony crossed his face as he grabbed his side and immediatly leaned forward placing his other hand on the desk for support. He pulled his hand away from his side and in the dim light she could see blood smeared across it. He looked at her face and saw the look of horror.

"GET OUT!" He roared.

Hermione turned and ran from his office with tears starting to stream down her face. This had been the worst idea she had ever had.