Love the Unloved
Almost a week went by and Ron had yet to make his move. However, it was time that he did something about the things he had discovered. Walking down the corridors, he saw a group of girls gossiping and slipped over to them. He listened for a minute as they talked about some of the other girls before he spoke up.
"Do you guys know Hermione Granger?" he asked the group of Hufflepuff girls.
"Yeah, I think everyone knows her," one girl said with a roll of her eyes.
"You know that she was bragging about her affair with Professor Snape the other night," he whispered and the girls goggled at him.
"Yeah, she was talking about how his dad used to rape him when he was kid and how she was trying to make things all better by sleeping with him. She said she feels sorry for him," he said.
"No way! She is so not sleeping with the professor!" another girl exclaimed. Then they began to talk animatedly among each other as Ron slipped away. He made his way down the stairs to the second floor and found another group of girls and did the same thing, but told them a slightly different story, but making sure to tell them that it had come directly from Hermione's mouth.
Ron then walked to his first class, smirking all the way. The rumors were just too good to be true and pretty soon it would be spread all over the school before lunch and he would have accomplished his task of making their lives miserable.
Hermione was walking down the corridor toward the Great Hall for lunch with her nose in a book so she didn't notice some of the students staring at her and whispering to each other. Finally closing her book, she turned to walk into the Great Hall, but slowed down when she noticed almost every student staring at her with a look of contempt and disgust. Her eyes immediately went to the Head Table where Professor McGonagall and Severus were whispering angrily to each other before turning their nasty glares toward her. She felt her eyes go wide and looked at Ginny and Harry who got up from their seats and rushed toward her, practically dragging her out of the Great Hall.
"What's going on?" she asked softly.
"Mione! The whole school is talking about you and your affair with Professor Snape!" Ginny hissed.
"They know?!" she panicked.
"Yes! They are talking about how you said you got with him out of pity because of how his father raped him and that you were trying to show him love while at the same time keeping your grades up," Harry said angrily.
"I didn't…I would never…" she sputtered.
"I know that, Mione. I'm not mad at you…I am angry about how this all got out…" he said, but before he could say anything else, three Professors came up to them.
"Mr. Potter, we need a word with Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall said coldly, glaring at the Gryffindor girl. Hermione felt tears in her eyes as she looked up at Severus's stony face. Her heart nearly stopped when he saw the look of pure hatred in his eyes at that moment.
"Don't you dare call me by my name you filthy wench," he hissed in a low deadly tone. The look of hurt on her face was indescribable as was the pain in her chest. Her watery eyes then landed on Remus Lupin who also had a cold expression on his usually gentle face, but there was something in his eyes that she couldn't quite identify in her distress. Contemplation perhaps? Uncertainty? She was too upset to dwell on it.
Hermione was forced to follow her Professors to an unused classroom and once inside, she felt strong hands slam her into the hall. There were protests from Professor McGonagall and Professor Lupin, but it went on deaf ears as Severus pinned her to the wall and brought his face right up to hers.
"How dare you betray me, Granger!"
"THEN WHY DOES THE WHOLE FUCKING SCHOOL KNOW ABOUT ME!? ABOUT US!?" he roared, scaring her. Remus finally stepped in and grabbed Severus, dragging him away from her.
"You cannot physically assault a student, Severus," he said, trying to make the man see reason, but the manic look of anger and malice in his eyes would have scared the Dark Lord himself.
"Miss Granger, I cannot believe you would do this!" Minerva snapped coldly.
"I didn't! Why does everyone think it was me?!"
"Because you are the only one that knows the details! Students say the source is you!" she replied icily.
"They know things that NO ONE but I or you knew!" Severus snarled.
"I don't see how-" she sobbed and was immediately cut off.
"YOU'RE WITH ME BECAUSE YOU PITY ME!" Severus yelled angrily.
"I am not!" she cried.
"I want you to stay the fuck away from me! The only reason you are still my apprentice is because of the magical contract in place, but my rooms are forbidden to you now! I don't need your pity you fucking bitch!" he snarled and stormed out of the classroom leaving a shocked Hermione behind.
"I am more disappointed in you than I even have words for. You are a disgrace!" Minerva said coldly and walked out as well.
Hermione couldn't even begin to describe the emotions she felt as she slid to the floor and wrapped her arms around her knees. To her surprise, Professor Lupin didn't say anything to her, but instead took one last look and walked out of the room. Harry and Ginny rushed in and knelt down beside Hermione as the girl finally broke down completely and sobbed her heart out.
"I…I d-didn't d-d-do t-this!" she sobbed.
"I know you didn't," Ginny said softly and hugged her. "I know you better than anyone...and I know you didn't do this."
Severus had never been more furious in his life. He was beyond embarrassed and felt a total loss of control. He hurried into his personal rooms and shut the door as tears of anger and mortification streamed down his cheeks. He felt ultimately betrayed. Nothing, not even his father's misdeeds had cut him to the core like this. Blindingly, he ran to his desk and began rummaging through his drawers until he came across what he was looking for and before he even stopped to think about it, he slashed angrily at his arms.
Blood streamed down onto his clothes and carpet but he didn't care. He wanted the thoughts of Hermione Granger to be gone from his memory. He clenched his fists, wanting nothing more than to punch the little Gryffindor in face, but at the same time his heart ached for her. How he hated it.
Sobbing in grief over everything that happened, he fell to his knees and cried in anguish. His fists angrily punched the floor as he tried to use the physical pain to take away his emotional, but it just wasn't working. Everyone knew his most protected and dirty secret. No one would have known if it wasn't for Hermione Granger. His eyes narrowed through his tears and he glared coldly at his bloodied arms and hands.
"I'll make you sorry, little girl," he hissed cruelly.
Hermione didn't attend any of her other classes and she skipped potions as well. When she had walked down the hall, there were several students who would giggle and point at her as they whispered to each other. She felt more humiliated than ever before as she heard the names that had been called after her.
"Little bookworm bitch!"
"Snape's sex toy!"
It was more than she could bear so she locked herself away in her room and refused to come out. She couldn't stop crying and she couldn't face anyone. She could feel the wards on Severus's door radiating off the wall and it only made her feel worse. As she lay curled up on her bed, she held in her hand, the earrings that Severus had given her.
Crookshanks and Dahlia jumped onto her bed and padded over to her. Her familiar meowed softly, trying to console her, but his mistress was beyond consoling. Her heart wrenching sobs echoed throughout the room as she buried her face in the pillow. How could this have happened? Everything had been going so well.
"I didn't do it…" she sobbed as she looked at the orange cat and black cat. "I love him! I really love him! I would never do this! I never even told Ginny and I tell her everything!" Her cries became even louder. Her face was red and splotchy and her eyes were swollen and red.
Not knowing what to do, Crookshanks and Dahlia scooted closer and cuddled next to her, trying their best to give her some kind of comfort in any way they could, but Hermione's hand was wrapped around her Christmas gift from Severus and her face was once again buried into her pillow.
Harry couldn't focus on any of his school work or even his personal research as he thought about his best friend. Ginny sat with him with one of the loaned potions books and flipped through it, but had a hard time concentrating as well. She wanted to know how this had happened, but everyone they had talked to said that it was Hermione that started the rumors. It wasn't right. She knew it wasn't, because she knew Hermione would never do such a thing.
"I can't do this," Harry said in frustration. Ginny looked at him solemnly.
"I can't focus either. I can't stop thinking about Hermione," she said quietly.
"Neither can I…did you see her face?" Harry asked softly and blinked back his own tears for his friend. "I have never in all my years knowing her seen her so heartbroken. Never. She looked so…lost…" Ginny felt a tear roll down her cheek.
"She loves him…she really loves him…and everyone is making this out to be some kind of scandal…"
"When I find out how this started…someone is going to pay…" Harry growled. Ginny nodded and looked back down at the book she was looking through.
"Hun, look at this…"
Remus Lupin walked down to the dungeons and headed for Hermione's room. He had listened to the rest of the staff rant about her betrayal to Severus and he couldn't stand it any longer. Something wasn't right. Minerva and Severus might have been too angry to notice, but the utter despair on that girl's face made him question whether or not she had really said anything. It was a difficult case to solve because some of the rumors that were going around, Severus had said that absolutely no one could have known but him and Hermione.
Remus stood in front of her door and asked the portrait to let him through. Since he was a Professor, the request was granted and he walked into the room and heard her desperate cries. His chest tightened at the sound and he strode across the room and opened the door to see the fiery young Gryffindor curled up on her bed and crying harder than anyone he had ever heard cry before.
"Hermione?" He kept his voice soft as he approached the bed and sat down on the edge. She looked at him with large tearful eyes and trembling lips. "Hey…" he said softly and felt his heart break for the girl. There was no way it was her.
"I didn't do it…I s-swear. I l-love h-him," she croaked and then suddenly burst into tears again.
Remus immediately grabbed her and held her close to him, hugging her tightly. He rocked her back and forth and let her cry. He smoothed out her hair as he rocked her and whispered soothingly to her and eventually, her sobs died down but she clung to him desperately.
"Hermione…who else would know these things?" he asked softly. She sat up and looked at him miserably.
"No one…from…what I've heard…it makes perfect sense…that they would blame me…" she choked out. "But…it wasn't me…I swear. I don't know who…could have done this…it wasn't me…it wasn't me…"
"I know, Hermione. I'm sorry I didn't believe you before but I realized my error after Severus confronted you. Oh Hermione…I am so so sorry," he said as he held her.
"I can't believe this is happening…" she sniffed, physically unable to cry anymore. "I worked so hard to get his trust...and now it's gone…"
"Hermione, we will figure this out, alright. Something will give and Severus will see that it wasn't you. Whoever started this will make a mistake," Remus told her.
"So what? The damage is done. The secret that he kept for so many years is out," she said desolately.
Remus wanted to say something, but there was nothing that he really could say. She was right. Severus's most guarded secret was out. He closed his eyes and held her closer, stroking her hair absently. It was a shame really. Hermione and Severus were perfect for each other and she genuinely loved him.
Severus sat on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. He had heard Miss Granger's crying and put up silencing charm so he didn't have to listen to it anymore. He was angry, resentful and full of hate and he wanted to make her pay. Lying down in his bed, he stared up at the dark ceiling and wondered what he was thinking when he gave his trust to her. His mind was swimming with memories that seemed to hurt all the more now.
Fourteen year old Severus walked slowly toward his front door with his trunk dragging behind him. It was summer and he had to come back home…a place he hated with a passion. He walked inside and looked straight at his father who was sitting on the sofa with a vodka in his hands.
"Well, well. Look who decided to come home," he sneered. "It's a good thing because your mother hasn't been very satisfying lately."
Severus knew exactly what that meant and sighed as he walked down the hall to the basement door. He brought his things down stairs and set his trunk next to his bed. His eyes scanned the toys that his father used to torture him with and dreaded his summer.
Hours past and his father never came down and for that he was grateful. Biting his lower lip, he reached into his trunk and pulled out a magazine and began sifting through the pictures. He stopped when he came to a curly haired brunette and after a moment of staring at her, he reached into his pants and touched his semi-hard cock. It took a few minutes to get it hardened, but when he finally got it, he began to stroke himself carefully. This was a practice that he just did not do, but he was going by what felt right.
Severus had finally gotten a rhythm and was getting closer and closer until he heard his basement door open. He could have cried in frustration. He scrambled to cover himself and hide the magazine but his father was already in his room and had seen enough to know what he was doing.
"Wanking off, are we?" he laughed darkly. "Well, let's see if I can help you finish the job."
Severus didn't have the time to button his pants as his father grabbed him and yanked his trousers down. The magazine had fallen to the floor and had flipped to a busty blond woman with bright blue eyes. He heard his father spit in his hand and knew what was coming.
When Severus felt the intrusion, he tried to keep his emotions at bay. He was getting better at it, but he still wasn't as good as he wanted to be. He felt the bile rise in his throat as his father began to thrust into him while reaching around to grab Severus's deflating member.
"Why don't you look down at that pretty blond girl, boy? I bet you'd love to stick you cock into her tight wet cunt wouldn't you?" Tobias sneered.
Severus didn't agree and the more his father abused him while looking at this photograph, the more turned off from the type he became. His father stroked him fast and hard, causing Severus's body to unwillingly respond. He gritted his teeth and tried to fight it, but it was becoming harder. It hadn't helped that he had already been aroused by his own private ministrations earlier.
"That's right, look at her!" his father growled, thrusting brutally. Severus looked down in horror at the smiling woman and his own stiff cock being pumped viciously. He did everything he could to fight it, but he couldn't. Severus gasped in despair and shame as he felt himself erupt and the thick fluid shot out and landed on the image of the blond woman.
"No!" he cried in shame.
"Ha! Yes!" Tobias laughed and released deep inside Severus, bruising the boy's hips as he gripped him tightly.
Once his father left, Severus crumbled to the floor and angrily balled up the magazine. Tears streamed down his face as he sat, naked on the stone floor crying. How he hated his life. Severus couldn't help but feel utterly disgusted with himself and vouched not to masturbate again after that. He would never trust anyone. Severus could never open his heart to anyone again after all of this. He had tried to be friends with Lily but she was so easily tempted by Potter and Black and left him alone. Severus never wanted to open himself to anyone. Not mentally…not physically…not at all.
Severus worked as hard as he could to put up his Occulmency shields and after some effort, they began to put themselves back into place. He felt his heart harden. It was what he needed. He did well when he was serving Dumbledore and the Dark Lord; there was no reason why he couldn't do it again. He would block them all out. Hermione would be sorry for betraying him and the rest of the students with regret ever laughing at him.