I do not own anything Harry Potter related, just my scrambled plot. .
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"Why is it," Lucius started out "We can never leave you three without something happening? To top off all of this, my own son has to get in the middle!"
Draco, Harry, and Ron sat slumped down on the green couch in front of the fire watching Lucius idly stalk back and forth in front of it. Hermione sat in a red armchair looking down at her folded hands.
"Lucius." Snape said, leaning against the mantle of the fireplace. "Do slow down before you walk out of the soles of your shoes or wear down the carpet."
Lucius gave a snort of disgust and kept pacing. "By God, you always seem to try to get yourselves killed! It's a wonder you've survived this long. Or is it that you've just now developed a taste for danger?"
"No, no. This is not a recent thing." Snape replied absently as he flicked an invisible speck of dust off his robes.
"Spending more than a day in your three's company is enough to drive a sane man mad!" Lucius fumed.
"You were sane?" Ron asked.
Hermione's head snapped up and watched Lucius with wide eyes as he spun to face the red head.
"Dare you test my patience?" Lucius asked ominously.
Harry turned his head and hid a broad grin behind the back of his hand with Draco staring unblinkingly at Ron. Snape, however, openly smirked.
"Come now, Lucius, you don't give them many reasons to assume you are anywhere close to sane."
Ron sat forward. "Yeah, you did try to kill us in the Ministry of Magic."
Lucius pounded the bottom of his cane on the ground. "A damn shame I did not succeed!"
Harry stood up. "Perhaps we should call it a night before you end up murdering Ron, Professor."
A giggle escaped from between Hermione's lips as she cover her mouth. Five pairs of eyes turned to study at her.
"Sorry." She mumbled by her hand.
"Is there something you'd like to share with us, Miss Granger?"
"Yeah!" Ron said heatedly. "Considering you giggle when think of me being killed by Lucius."
"Well, it would probably be nothing you don't deserve." she replied huffily, her good mood vanishing after Ron turned his anger on her. "I'm off to bed. I'll see you all tomorrow."
Snape's black eyes penetrated Ron's. "You seem to have a knack for killing moods."
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The dark mark burned in her flesh, giving off a green glow, pulsing slightly. He was calling her to him. She was slowly sliding the black robes down her body, feeling them slide against her exposed flesh like a lover's caress. Her hair was up in a loose ponytail to be hidden under her mask. Her wand was held securely in her right hand as she moved through the cottage she was in. She drifted through the door to the damp night, feeling the wind blow her robes around her.
She slowly glided to a spot not too far away from the cottage and disapparated. She appeared in a clearing of trees where there was no light except for the reflection of the moon bouncing off of the lake. She took in her surroundings slowly, noting the abundance of trees and long stretch of water.
A noise came behind her, making her turn swiftly to catch a tall figure appear. Red eyes blazed brightly into her brown ones, causing a shiver of dread to course through her body. Voldemort took graceful steps to her. Catching her hands in his, he raised them to his lips, brushing his cold lips against her knuckles. He pried her wand from her grasp, sliding it into his robes.
He had her in his embrace, power radiating off of him into her being. A sense of dread arose in her. Her breathing sped up rapidly. He bent his head down to her ear, whispering about power, wanting, needing. He wanted her to be his Mistress of Darkness. Bile rose in her like acid, burning a path from her stomach to her throat.
The images in her dream changed, swirling from a forest scene to an elegant ballroom. She was spinning in a waltz that she didn't know with Voldemort leading her. Her black dress clung to her curves, falling in soft waves of silk from her waist to the floor. Her dress shimmered in the candle light as she spun around, then back into his firm grip.
His eyes bore into hers, she couldn't look away. It felt as if he was searching her soul, reading her mind. The music hung in the air, giving off a melodic sound, clashing with her eerie feelings. She wrenched out of his grasp right before the music stopped. She was taking gulps of air, trying to calm her thundering heart and rapid breathing.
An outraged hiss filled the air, echoing off of the walls. Voldemort snapped his fingers. Two Death Eaters appeared out of no where holding someone between them. Black robes covered the person's form while a mask hid their features; so she had no idea if it were male or female. The person started to thrash trying to pull out of their captive's grasps. Muffled shouts floated to her ears as she took a curious step forward.
Voldemort inclined his head, silently telling one of the Death Eaters to pull the mask off. The breath felt as if it were knocked out of her. Red hair fell into the face of Ron. He looked physically tired, giving little struggle as the Death Eaters kept a grip on him. Her senses were messed up, going in all different directions.
He beckoned her forward with a crook of his finger. She tried to pull away, feeling resistance rising up within her. She knew what he wanted, but she didn't want to submit. A lump formed in her throat, making it hard to swallow or breathe. Voldemort ran a cool fingertip down her jaw line as he slipped her wand back into her hand.
She closed her eyes to try to block out the image of Ron's silent pleading, eyes that were begging her to stop. She felt her back press against a solid figure, a cold hand slide over her right hand, lifting up her wand. Her arm twitched slightly as she tried to pull away. The force was too strong, the power too great. Her eyes flashed open, staring down into Ron's face right before she sent out a stream of green light right into his chest.
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Snape was in his room across the hall from Hermione's sitting at his desk studying a text when he heard low whimpering. It cut through his concentration and he was out of his desk before the next one wafted through his door. He pushed open Hermione's door quietly and peeked inside.
She was laying her plaid pajama pants and black shirt thrashing on the bed. Sweat beaded on her upper lip and around her face. He could see the sheen of perspiration starting to form on her throat and chest as her thrashing became more violent. She was trying to get away from something, from what, he could only guess at. She gave a loud moan and shuddered.
Snape moved to the bed and shook her shoulder. "Miss Granger." He said softly. She kept thrashing and moaning, tossing her limbs around. She was trying to fight whatever it was. Her grabbed both of her shoulders and held her down, giving a harder shake. "Hermione!" he said a lot louder.
Her eyes flew open and stared unblinkingly into his eyes, sucking in great breaths of air. Her vision was glassy coming out of her state of dreaming. She let out a long shuddering breath and closed her eyes tightly. He watched as a lump slid down her throat as she swallowed. Her hands came up to press against his, clutching onto his fingers. Her eyes opened again, looking up to his. A silent plea for comfort.
Snape didn't know how to comfort a person, he was always the one in need of comforting. He did it the best and only way he knew how. He sat down on the edge of her bed and pulled her into his arms, embracing her against his chest. He smoothed a hand down the back of her tangled brown hair and over her back. She gave a small sniffle and he mumbled incoherently. He also felt utterly ridiculous.
Hermione felt a flutter in her stomach as Snape ran a hand over her hair and back. She leaned back and gave him a watery smile. She studied his harsh, gaunt features as she ran a hand over his jaw. She leaned up and brushed her lips against his, feeling the warmth where she'd expect only coldness. She pulled back and inch before she felt her lips reconnect with his. He slid both hands over her back and sides to her hips, pulling her up into his lap. He opened her mouth with hers, taking her mouth captive as his tongue explored her mouth.
She gave a soft moan, pressing closer to his body, letting her hands slide over his stomach and chest. A small shiver of pleasure ran through her as he ran a hand through the bottom of her hair, pressing her into a deeper kiss. The heat from his body radiated through his robes and warmed her body along with his kissing. She worked the buttons on his robe, tearing her mouth away from his to make a hot trail of kisses down his throat. Teasingly she ran the tip of her tongue against his collarbone.
He gasped in surprise to her sudden boldness. Swiftly he turned his body and pressed her back against the mattress, pinning her down with his body. He slid a knee between her thighs and pressed it against the juncture between them. Her eyes grew wide as he grinded slightly. She sucked in a quick breath and pressed down against his knee.
Snape gave a small laugh against her ear. His breath tickled over her ear and down her neck. He slid a hand under her shirt and ran it up her side. Goosebumps formed where his hand touched, she cried out softly as he bit where her neck and shoulder meet. Hermione ran her fingertips up his back under his shirt, trailing her lips down his jaw. Snape closed his eyes and shuddered with pleasure.
Hermione slid his robes off his shoulders, watching them fall over and slip to the floor. She grasped the bottom of his black shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it on top of his robes. She ran her eyes over his lean, pale body, letting her fingers caress over the exposed skin. She leaned up and pressed her lips to the middle of his chest, swirling her tongue gently.
Snape pressed Hermione back against the mattress again, pushing her shirt up under her breasts. He swirled the tip of his tongue along her navel, causing her to close her eyes. Grazing his teeth against her hipbones, making her arch up against his mouth, letting soft moans escape from between her lips.
He was giving her the most exquisite pleasure. She murmured his name, begging him to keep going. Abruptly he pulled back. His eyes blazed with several emotions. Wanting her was the most prominent.
"Severus?" she asked softly.
"No, Hermione. Not like this." Snape rasped.
He moved off of the bed, moving fast and diligently to put back on his missing clothing, making sure not to look at her. She watched him with furrowed brows.
Snape cleared his throat. "This should not have happened." He kept his gaze down while he did his buttons.
Hermione sat up on the bed, readjusting her clothes. "What if…what if I wanted it to happen?" she inquired.
Snape's gaze snapped up to hers. "It mustn't happen again."
Hermione gave a defiant look. "It will happen again."
He grabbed her shoulders and gave a gentle shake. "Hermione, we cannot carry one like this."
Hermione smiled softly, sliding her hands down his forearms. "We shall see, Severus."
His eyes searched hers before he got up and left her staring at the empty doorway.
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Time passed and autumn turned into winter. The first flakes of winter started to fall at the end of November. The wind was harsh and unyielding, biting into your skin all the way to your bones. School had progressed without any problems since the incident with the ring. Professors were hammering students with more homework. Harry had a theory that it was to keep them out of trouble.
It was the last weekend before December and it was a Hogsmeade visit. As Head Boy and Girl, Hermione and Draco led the procession through the warn down path into town. Teachers trailed behind begrudgingly to see to the student's protection.
"We meet here in two hours!" Hermione called out cheerfully. Her nose a bright shade of red, eyes glowing with excitement. She looked over at Harry and Ron and smiled. "Shall we?"
They skimmed through the shops, looking through windows to do their Christmas shopping. They'd been in two for almost an hour when Harry suggested they go into the Three Broomsticks for a warm butterbeer.
They stepped into the pub and felt the warmth of the fire seep through their clothes to their bones. Taking off their coats, snow drifted to the floor. Three butterbeers appeared on the table in front of them.
"It's bloody cold out there! Don't know why we decided to come." Ron grumbled as he picked up his bottle and swigged his drink.
Harry grinned and wiped the melted snow off of his glasses. "You didn't have to come."
"Maybe not." Ron conceded.
"Oh! But it is so very lovely out." Hermione gushed.
"Quite." Ron's sarcasm muffled by the bottle.
The three fell into a companionable silence, each drinking their butterbeer and warming up to the fire. Two patrons half hidden in the shadows caught their attention.
"It's said that the war is to take place sometime after Christmas." the first voice said. A deep timbre.
"It isn't so!" the second voice called out, low and masculine.
"That bloke Dolohov was killed by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!"
"He was a Death Eater."
"A traitor!" the first voice said vehemently.
"A time when sides shall be questioned." The second voice said sadly.
"When all their hope lies in the hands of a seventeen year old boy."
"Ah, yes. But one that has yet to fail where others have."
Before either one of them could speak up, a third figure appeared hidden in the shadows.
"Gossiping again, I see, and in a pub no less." The voice said silkily.
The voice had a clear, arrogant, sophistication. One they heard all the time.
"Yes, Lucius. Won't you join us before we take care of business?"
"No thank you. I have more to occupy my time than what you ninnies do."
"Always in good cheer, I see." The first man said laughingly.
"Always." Lucius said distractedly.
The three kept talking, drowning on as Hermione turned to the boys. A stricken look on her face. "The war."
"Apparently it's a lot closer than what we thought." Harry murmured.
"Bloody hell, Harry! We have to step up lest we all die." Ron said.
Hermione stood up, pressing her chair away with the backs of her knees. "Come one." She whispered.
The boys grumbled and geared back up in their jackets. Hermione led them back out into the busy streets. Students, Professors, and random witches and wizards milled about. The holiday cheer filled the air for such a gloomy time. Laughter and talking floated through the winter breeze.
"Why exactly did we leave?" Ron asked as they trudged through the streets.
Hermione wrapped her arms around her self, trying to ward off the cold. "Something doesn't feel right. They're Death Eaters."
"How would you know?" Harry asked.
"Were you not listening?" asked in clear exasperation.
Harry's face grew grim. "You're right. Why else would they refer to things as they did?"
Ron grew white. "What are we to do about it?"
"Professor Malfoy wasn't one of the teachers to come down here with us." Harry said slowly.
"And what was this business they were talking about?" Hermione asked more to herself.
"We need to call everyone back." Harry's green eyes were a shade darker, worry creasing his face.
"Are you sure, mate?" Ron asked.
Before Hermione or Harry could answer, a yell filled the air. Chaos broke out. Witches and wizards of all ages were running in all directions, some pulling out their wands and throwing spells. Black cloaked figures with Death Eater masks stormed into Hogsmeade.
Their pendants started to glow a deathly red as they flew into the midst of the battle. Bellatrix's cackling laughter crashed through the air. Dread quickly filled into the three. Several D.A. members quickly arrived at their side, but Draco was not to be seen.
A green light whizzed by one of Harry's ears, causing him to stumble back. Ron stepped in front of Harry, deflecting a red stream of light coming at Harry's chest. Hermione was off a distance with Luna, fighting three Death Eaters. Neville had his back to the both of them, fighting two tall figures.
The skies turned a dark shade of grey, erupting into a black tornado. The fighting seemed to slowly cease as Dementors flew down.
"What is this?!" An outraged Death Eater shouted.
Dementors chased the light and dark side through the streets. They'd seemed to have picked their own side.
"Expecto Patronus!" Harry yelled. His white stag sailed through the air, swirling the Dementors .
Several more Patronuses flew up in the air; wolves, snakes, dragons, and a doe that wasn't from Hermione.
The students were gathering behind Harry, panic reigned high.
Madame Hooch and McGonagall appeared out of no where, ushering the students along the path, hurrying them back to the school. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stayed in the throes of the battle, throwing off Patronuses and curses.
A figured appeared behind Harry and Ron, grabbing them by the backs of their jackets and dragging them back. "Where's Hermione?" Draco whispered harshly from underneath his mask.
Harry and Ron pointed in the direction they last saw Hermione. "Come one." He told them, giving them a rough tug. Jogging through the wizards and witches of the light and dark side, they saw Hermione battling with a Death Eater.
"Little Hermione Granger thinks she can beat me?" A feminine voice taunted.
Draco sucked in a breath. "Aunt Bellatrix."
Remus grabbed Harry's shoulder. "You four need to get out of here!" he shouted.
Another Death Eater pushed Hermione out of the way, taking a cutting spell in the arm. She could hear him growl in pain. "Leave." the man commanded.
Harry, Draco, and Ron grabbed her, turning her towards the path to the school. More Death Eaters apparated into the their way. "Hold on!" Harry yelled out.
The black sensations of disapparated claimed her. Making her insides turn slightly. When she opened her eyes, she looked around in mild curiosity. No longer were they in the throes of battle with the light, dark, and Dementors.
"Where the hell are we?" Draco demanded.
"Godric Hollow." Harry replied simply.
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Okay, so I took forever on coming up with this chapter. I'm sorry! Review and let me know what you think.