No Leaf Clover

A/N: Many thanks to karelia, Beth, and especially Maria, who really outdid herself helping me with this chapter. It is rather graphic and may be difficult to read for some. However, this is Snape at his most vulnerable and disgusted. Fifty house points for who can name where the title of this chapter comes from! Please review!

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Severus had felt ill ever since Potter's visit. He slumped into his favorite brooding chair after pouring himself an enormous amount of firewhisky from his liquor cabinet. He stared into the fire and thought about that night.

Ten Years Ago

He looked at the cowering, naked girl on the floor; she was naked except for the sack that covered her head. His birthday gift. She was on her left side in fetal position, trembling uncontrollably. He was so angry, not just at the obvious innuendo of the sack that was covering her head but at the inescapable position he was in and for being thrust into the center of attention. He sneered as he felt the dozen of lusty eyes boring into the back of his robes. He threw off his cloak and outer robes and stood before the girl in his unbuttoned frock coat. At that moment, he hated Avery and everyone watching his humiliation...and hers...whoever she was.

He knelt and rolled the girl onto her back, and placed his hands on her knees, pushing her legs far apart. There was no resistance. Her body was warm and alive yet unresisting; perhaps, she had resigned herself to her fate? He took out his flaccid penis, unable to feel stirred to perform. Her unresponsiveness frustrated him, and he sighed to himself.

How the hell am I going to do this?

Knowing what he must do or face consequences, he grasped himself and thought of Lily...all the fantasies that had been etched into his mind like wooden wheel treads on a well-worn road. He imagined the silent, faceless girl underneath him was Lily. The crowd behind him was getting restless.

"Aww, Snape! Get on with it. Give it to her!"

"Oi! He's just not used to having a woman."

"Think he knows what to do?"

"Merlin, maybe he doesn't know what hole?"

Sniggers were filling the air. He closed his eyes, spat onto his hand, and stroked his penis until he had the perfect image of Lily in his mind, panting and squirming for him to plunge into her.

"Who bleedin' cares? She'll be howlin' one way or another!"

"C'mon, Severus! Is this the gratitude you give a friend who brings you a free fuck for your birthday? Give us a show! Tear into her!"

"Yeah!" a few voices said at once.

"We want to hear some screamin'!"

They want blood and pain. Damn them!

He grabbed hold of her arms tightly and forced himself into her unyielding flesh. The silent girl jerked to life, kicking and screaming underneath him. It was all he could do to continue with this farce. Her screams, oh, her screams! He had to block her screams or he'd never finish.

He thrust deeper.

She twisted and kicked; her screaming began to turn into weeping and pleading, like a frightened little kitten.

He thrust harder. It was getting difficult to ignore her.

She wouldn't stop whimpering. He tried to think of Lily screaming in orgasmic pleasure, but the crying, choking, and whimpering...it was making him ill. The laughing all around him angered him. He thrust once more, and a pure physiological response shuddered through him. He was going to orgasm, and there was no way on earth he was going to let it happen. His balls were clenched so tight it was painful, but he held still, buried inside her as he forced his body to withhold his orgasm. He groaned as he withdrew from her, cursed himself for hating the loss of her tightness around him, and stood to button his trousers with his back to the crowd. He watched in rage and shame as the girl lay with her legs spread open, blood sticky on her inner thighs.

She was a virgin!

He immediately lost his erection. It took every ounce of self-control not to kill Avery and each one of his brother Death Eaters. He had defiled an innocent. He watched her, his face emotionless as she curled slowly back into fetal position, her cries now only sobs of pain and brokenness. The urge to comfort and heal her overwhelmed him as it did every time he had to inflict pain on the innocent. However, he could not. It would not be prudent to give himself away to tenderness in front of so many.

"Avery," he said icily as he turned to face his brothers. "If this is your idea of a present, I am sorely disappointed. I'm afraid I am not of the disposition to take sexual gratification from screaming virgins."

With that, he strode out of the dank cell and raced upstairs. When he emerged, all eyes were on him and saw the smirks on many. His eyes searched through the audience. If they wanted Severus Snape to take a woman for once, then by Merlin, he would do it on his own terms! His eyes froze on the ample curves of Idina, Avery's daughter.

How perfect and just! The minx had been after him for a hard fuck for quite some time.

He strode over to her and grabbed her by the back of her hair, dragging her to Avery's bedroom, right there next to where the revelers were, knowing that everyone in the house would be able to hear them. In one swoop, he picked her up and threw Idina on top of the bed. She was already panting and flushed with excitement. He tore the front of her dress robes apart, revealing her naked breasts, and he felt his cock hardening again quickly and painfully. He ignored the gasps emitting from her and continued to strip her. He ripped off her knickers and tore open the fly of his trousers, noting the blood that was smeared all around his cock and his hand. He gave her no warning...he just slammed into her body, hating her for being already wet and aroused. He smeared the blood of the girl on the witch's face, making her suck the remnants off of his thumb. He was sickened with the depravity around him and inside him. The Death Eater in him took over, and he was a machine, devouring her mouth, neck, and breasts. She was screaming over and over as she orgasmed under him. He was shocked she could tolerate the brutality he was forcing on her. Finally, out of sheer physical nature, he burst his seed into her with a growl as he bit her neck. He staggered off of her and stared into her lust-crazed face. She had loved it. He hated her, hated everything about her and what she represented to him. He loathed everyone in that ballroom...every single bloody person!

Severus spent the night trying his damndest to humiliate and break Idina as he'd been forced to break that faceless girl. The woman was a masochist of the foulest kind. So, he dominated her, punishing her with his cock, fist and belt.

In the morning, she looked battered and bruised. Two black eyes, a split lip, and lash marks on her back and legs from his belt showed raised, angry, red welts. She had smiled at him and healed herself the best she could. He was still sulking in bed when the alarm sounded...

Present Day

Snape felt the glass slip from his hand as he sobbed bitterly. Why did I do it? Why did it have to be Hermione? I never should have done it! I should have protected her... I was her teacher!

He hated himself for so many reasons, but this act was something different from the rest. It had nothing to do with the war. To those sick perverts at the revel, it had been just a bloody lark to break the boredom until the final battle began, and he had allowed himself to be used for their sick game. He just could not wrap his mind around the possibility that he had created a child that wretched night. Was it probable? Absolutely; however, it was highly unlikely. He was certain that he hadn't come while inside the girl...or had he? No. He'd forced himself to stop. He would have to find out to be sure.

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He Apparated in front of La Chasseresse and was pleased it was open. He didn't see Hermione, but the servant, Thérèse, was about, so he entered and smiled at the young part-Veela.

After greeting one another, Thérèse brought tea out for them, and Severus decided to start asking for information.

"Thérèse, I wanted to know about Miss Granger. Has she ever talked to you about the war?"

"Yes," she replied uneasily, dropping her eyes onto the linen napkin in her lap. "But only after I saw something that was not for me to see. She swore me to secrecy. I cannot tell you anything."

Severus was beginning to get frustrated. He took his wand and pointed it at her.

"Legilimens!" he snarled.

Thérèse's mind spouted a fountain of useless information. He dug for the conversation between her and Hermione for quite some time before he found what he needed.

Thérèse was walking into her mistress' bedroom to place some clothes in the highboy. She turned to hang some clothes in the massive walk-in closet and saw her mistress naked from the waist up, dressing. Thérèse gasped in horror as she saw a hideous purplish 'V' grotesquely marring her creamy skin. Hermione turned, and her face was white with rage. She took her wand and made her swear never to tell a soul what she had seen.

Severus withdrew, shocked and trembling from the image he had seen. Thérèse was screaming at him, beating on his chest and arms. He barely heard her, hardly registered the blows she inflicted on him. All he could think of was the young woman in the muslin sack...faceless, nameless...her virginity stolen, the cries, and the blood... oh, God, the blood!

There had been a child. His.

He made his way back to Hogwarts, leaving Thérèse a sobbing heap on the floor of her mistress' shop. Hermione would still be gone for quite a while. In the meanwhile, he had to see his daughter and force the truth from her "parents."