The Price Of Desperation
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The Price Of Desperation
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to JK Rowling. I created the plot.
WARNING: This story contains physical and verbal abuse, suicide and character death. If you don’t want to read anything with these themes in it, then please skip this fic.
She looked up from her book as her husband walked in through the entrance to their quarters. It was after midnight. He was coming back later and later, and it was becoming more frequent. He didn’t even come to bed last night, but opted to sleep in the spare room, stating that he was reading, didn’t want to wake her and fell asleep. Even when she went into the spare room looking for him early in the morning and woke him, he just grunted and rolled over. She had her suspicions, and she had had enough.
“Where have you been, Severus?” she asked quietly.
Startled, he turned and looked at her. “What are you doing up so late, Hermione? You should be sleeping. You won’t have enough energy to look after the baby.”
“You didn’t answer my question, Severus. Where have you been?” she asked again.
“I… err... I was out with Lupin.” There, he thought. That was plausible enough. He and Lupin had gotten past their differences over the years, with Hermione’s aid.
“You were out with Remus? Is that so? Then explain to me why he turned up here after dinner looking for his Wolfsbane potion? He said you were supposed to bring it to him, but you didn’t. Explain that to me!” Her voice went from deathly quiet to a high-pitch screech through her outburst.
“What is going on, Severus? This has been happening all through the pregnancy up to now. Where do you go?”
“That is none of your damned business!” he roared.
“It is my business! I’m your wife! I have every right to know!” she yelled. She paused for a second before asking quietly, “Are you having an affair?”
“What makes you ask that?” he asked.
“Because this isn’t the first time I’ve caught you outright lying about where you’ve been. I’ll ask you again. Are. You. Having. An. Affair?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like an excuse to leave me that left you blameless.”
“What? Where did that come from?”
“Oh, please. Don’t tell me you think I don’t know.”
That puzzled Hermione. “Know what? What are you implying?”
“I know what you get up to when I’m at work. You always have Potter here with you. Never a day goes past that he’s not here. I don’t need Dumbledorean omniscience to know what you do.”
“What do you know, Severus? Will you please stop being so obtuse? Just tell me what I apparently do with Harry.”
“You want me to be blunt? I’ll tell you what you do. You fuck him. You spread your slutty legs for him and let him pound into you with no restraint, that’s what.”
“Do you realize how ridiculous you sound at the moment?” she asked, astounded. “Harry is Gay! With a capital ‘G’! You know that! You’re the one that walked in on him and Draco this past summer!”
He just ignored her. He was ready to rant now, and not even Voldemort himself could stop him.
“Don’t bother denying it, the house-elves have told me everything.” he sneered.
“They told you what, Severus? That Harry comes here every day to keep me company? So we can mourn Ron together? Seriously, Severus. You have to get that notion out of your head this instant! And that still doesn’t explain where you go when you bugger off.”
“That’s enough! I refuse to be nagged by you, Hermione!”
“Then why did you marry me? Was it pity? Or was it you jumped at the first sign of someone caring for you? Were you that pathetic that you had to marry someone twenty year—”
As she said that, he lurched at her and closed his fist around her throat. She gasped for the breath that wouldn’t come through her squashed windpipe. She clawed at his hand to get it away, but it was futile. He just held on for longer. When her struggling started to cease, he released her and watched her collapse to the ground. As she lay there on her side, gasping for air like a landed fish, he kicked her in the stomach. He watched her double over in pain, clutching her mid-section. He moved around behind her and kicked her in the lower spine. She jerked backwards from the force of it and cried out in pain. He looked at her in disgust and spat on her.
“I am not pathetic. Never call me that again.” With that, he stalked into their bedroom.
Hermione lay there. She couldn’t move. All she could think as the tears coursed down her cheeks was how miserable her life was. The only bright ray of light was her three-month-old daughter. She knew why he had married her. He only paid interest in her because of her brain. She paid interest to him for the same reason. The only difference is he wanted to exploit her intelligence for his own purpose. He thought if she was there, she would teach his classes if he trained her so he could continue with his personal research without distractions. The thing was, Albus wasn’t in on his plans, thus refused to hire Hermione to teach Potions when there was a perfectly good Potions master right in front of him.
Hermione married him out of desperation. She may have been out of school, but she was still looked at as the sexless know-it-all. He paid her the attention she craved, and she clung to it like a drowning man to a life raft.
Time passed as Hermione lay on the floor, still. The sun was starting to filter in through the charmed window as Hermione heard her daughter cry. Painfully, Hermione pulled herself up off the floor. She shuffled towards the nursery. As she reached the door, Severus crashed through the bedroom door, roaring, “Shut that fucking kid up, will you?”
She didn’t get a chance to turn around before his fist collided with the side of her face. Weak from spending the night on a cold stone floor, Hermione dropped.
“You’re pitiful,” he sneered. “You can’t even look after your own child. I will have to summon a house-elf to do it for you, you weak, pathetic bitch.”
Hermione huddled on the floor as Severus Flooed an elf.
He sneered at her again and went back into the bedroom to get ready to go to the Great Hall for breakfast. As the door clicked shut, Hermione got to her feet again and went to tend to her daughter, who had gone quiet.
As she opened the door, there was an elf bottle-feeding her daughter. Hermione made to take her daughter to breast-feed her, but the elf pulled her away.
“Give me my child,” Hermione said sternly.
“No. ‘Fessor Snape says Tiffy must look after the brat.”
“Don’t call my child a brat, you annoying little shit! Now, give me my child!”
“No.” With that, Tiffy clutched the child to her chest and Disapparated.
Hermione looked around and screamed at the top of her lungs. Severus came running in.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, woman?”
Hermione whirled around and screamed at him, “GET THAT FUCKING HOUSE-ELF BACK HERE WITH MY DAUGHTER NOW!”
He slapped her hard across the face.
“Don’t talk to me like that, you little whore! Learn your place!”
Hermione stared at him, then ran. He considered letting her run off, but realized that Dumbledore would wonder why she was running through the corridors wailing like a banshee. The last thing he needed was that old coot interfering with his marriage.
He pursued her through the halls, trailing her all the way to the top of the Astronomy Tower. As he climbed the last step, there she was, standing on the ledge of the window.
“What are you doing?” he demanded as he walked over to her.
“What does it look like, Severus? I think you’re intelligent enough to work it out for yourself.” She stood there, hand resting on the side of the window frame, staring out into nothing.
“And what of our daughter?”
“As much as you may despise her for looking like me, she is still your blood. You will look after her.”
He paused a second before asking, “You would so willingly throw your life away?"
"Only if it aided me in escaping from you," she answered tonelessly.
“Then do it,” he sneered.
The last thing he saw of her was her hair twisting in the wind as she stepped off the ledge.
A/N: I know I’ve left a lot of loose ends, but that was intended, they will be answered in it's companion piece, The Consequences of Desperation.
Snippets of this fic were taken from real life, and were very difficult to write. So please don’t be too hard on me if you review.
AAN: Yes, I know that canon!Hermione and even fanon!Hermione would stand up to him and not take his crap, but there is a BACK STORY that I intend on writing soon. There is a reason why she's like this, and it's too long to write on each and every review i get that minorly flames me for writing her like this. So, please, if you review, don't mention anything about how OOC you think he and she are. I know they're OOC, and I intend on explaining why. Now that I've finished my rant, I hope you did enjoy this fic.
WARNING: This story contains physical and verbal abuse, suicide and character death. If you don’t want to read anything with these themes in it, then please skip this fic.
She looked up from her book as her husband walked in through the entrance to their quarters. It was after midnight. He was coming back later and later, and it was becoming more frequent. He didn’t even come to bed last night, but opted to sleep in the spare room, stating that he was reading, didn’t want to wake her and fell asleep. Even when she went into the spare room looking for him early in the morning and woke him, he just grunted and rolled over. She had her suspicions, and she had had enough.
“Where have you been, Severus?” she asked quietly.
Startled, he turned and looked at her. “What are you doing up so late, Hermione? You should be sleeping. You won’t have enough energy to look after the baby.”
“You didn’t answer my question, Severus. Where have you been?” she asked again.
“I… err... I was out with Lupin.” There, he thought. That was plausible enough. He and Lupin had gotten past their differences over the years, with Hermione’s aid.
“You were out with Remus? Is that so? Then explain to me why he turned up here after dinner looking for his Wolfsbane potion? He said you were supposed to bring it to him, but you didn’t. Explain that to me!” Her voice went from deathly quiet to a high-pitch screech through her outburst.
“What is going on, Severus? This has been happening all through the pregnancy up to now. Where do you go?”
“That is none of your damned business!” he roared.
“It is my business! I’m your wife! I have every right to know!” she yelled. She paused for a second before asking quietly, “Are you having an affair?”
“What makes you ask that?” he asked.
“Because this isn’t the first time I’ve caught you outright lying about where you’ve been. I’ll ask you again. Are. You. Having. An. Affair?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like an excuse to leave me that left you blameless.”
“What? Where did that come from?”
“Oh, please. Don’t tell me you think I don’t know.”
That puzzled Hermione. “Know what? What are you implying?”
“I know what you get up to when I’m at work. You always have Potter here with you. Never a day goes past that he’s not here. I don’t need Dumbledorean omniscience to know what you do.”
“What do you know, Severus? Will you please stop being so obtuse? Just tell me what I apparently do with Harry.”
“You want me to be blunt? I’ll tell you what you do. You fuck him. You spread your slutty legs for him and let him pound into you with no restraint, that’s what.”
“Do you realize how ridiculous you sound at the moment?” she asked, astounded. “Harry is Gay! With a capital ‘G’! You know that! You’re the one that walked in on him and Draco this past summer!”
He just ignored her. He was ready to rant now, and not even Voldemort himself could stop him.
“Don’t bother denying it, the house-elves have told me everything.” he sneered.
“They told you what, Severus? That Harry comes here every day to keep me company? So we can mourn Ron together? Seriously, Severus. You have to get that notion out of your head this instant! And that still doesn’t explain where you go when you bugger off.”
“That’s enough! I refuse to be nagged by you, Hermione!”
“Then why did you marry me? Was it pity? Or was it you jumped at the first sign of someone caring for you? Were you that pathetic that you had to marry someone twenty year—”
As she said that, he lurched at her and closed his fist around her throat. She gasped for the breath that wouldn’t come through her squashed windpipe. She clawed at his hand to get it away, but it was futile. He just held on for longer. When her struggling started to cease, he released her and watched her collapse to the ground. As she lay there on her side, gasping for air like a landed fish, he kicked her in the stomach. He watched her double over in pain, clutching her mid-section. He moved around behind her and kicked her in the lower spine. She jerked backwards from the force of it and cried out in pain. He looked at her in disgust and spat on her.
“I am not pathetic. Never call me that again.” With that, he stalked into their bedroom.
Hermione lay there. She couldn’t move. All she could think as the tears coursed down her cheeks was how miserable her life was. The only bright ray of light was her three-month-old daughter. She knew why he had married her. He only paid interest in her because of her brain. She paid interest to him for the same reason. The only difference is he wanted to exploit her intelligence for his own purpose. He thought if she was there, she would teach his classes if he trained her so he could continue with his personal research without distractions. The thing was, Albus wasn’t in on his plans, thus refused to hire Hermione to teach Potions when there was a perfectly good Potions master right in front of him.
Hermione married him out of desperation. She may have been out of school, but she was still looked at as the sexless know-it-all. He paid her the attention she craved, and she clung to it like a drowning man to a life raft.
Time passed as Hermione lay on the floor, still. The sun was starting to filter in through the charmed window as Hermione heard her daughter cry. Painfully, Hermione pulled herself up off the floor. She shuffled towards the nursery. As she reached the door, Severus crashed through the bedroom door, roaring, “Shut that fucking kid up, will you?”
She didn’t get a chance to turn around before his fist collided with the side of her face. Weak from spending the night on a cold stone floor, Hermione dropped.
“You’re pitiful,” he sneered. “You can’t even look after your own child. I will have to summon a house-elf to do it for you, you weak, pathetic bitch.”
Hermione huddled on the floor as Severus Flooed an elf.
He sneered at her again and went back into the bedroom to get ready to go to the Great Hall for breakfast. As the door clicked shut, Hermione got to her feet again and went to tend to her daughter, who had gone quiet.
As she opened the door, there was an elf bottle-feeding her daughter. Hermione made to take her daughter to breast-feed her, but the elf pulled her away.
“Give me my child,” Hermione said sternly.
“No. ‘Fessor Snape says Tiffy must look after the brat.”
“Don’t call my child a brat, you annoying little shit! Now, give me my child!”
“No.” With that, Tiffy clutched the child to her chest and Disapparated.
Hermione looked around and screamed at the top of her lungs. Severus came running in.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, woman?”
Hermione whirled around and screamed at him, “GET THAT FUCKING HOUSE-ELF BACK HERE WITH MY DAUGHTER NOW!”
He slapped her hard across the face.
“Don’t talk to me like that, you little whore! Learn your place!”
Hermione stared at him, then ran. He considered letting her run off, but realized that Dumbledore would wonder why she was running through the corridors wailing like a banshee. The last thing he needed was that old coot interfering with his marriage.
He pursued her through the halls, trailing her all the way to the top of the Astronomy Tower. As he climbed the last step, there she was, standing on the ledge of the window.
“What are you doing?” he demanded as he walked over to her.
“What does it look like, Severus? I think you’re intelligent enough to work it out for yourself.” She stood there, hand resting on the side of the window frame, staring out into nothing.
“And what of our daughter?”
“As much as you may despise her for looking like me, she is still your blood. You will look after her.”
He paused a second before asking, “You would so willingly throw your life away?"
"Only if it aided me in escaping from you," she answered tonelessly.
“Then do it,” he sneered.
The last thing he saw of her was her hair twisting in the wind as she stepped off the ledge.
A/N: I know I’ve left a lot of loose ends, but that was intended, they will be answered in it's companion piece, The Consequences of Desperation.
Snippets of this fic were taken from real life, and were very difficult to write. So please don’t be too hard on me if you review.
AAN: Yes, I know that canon!Hermione and even fanon!Hermione would stand up to him and not take his crap, but there is a BACK STORY that I intend on writing soon. There is a reason why she's like this, and it's too long to write on each and every review i get that minorly flames me for writing her like this. So, please, if you review, don't mention anything about how OOC you think he and she are. I know they're OOC, and I intend on explaining why. Now that I've finished my rant, I hope you did enjoy this fic.