Veinte Segundo

Forbidden Obsession

Veinte Segundo

Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle sat at a corner table at the Three Broomsticks with Hermione sitting between them. The expression on her face indicated she was not there by choice. She sipped on her butterbeer, lost in thought as the other three took turns intimidating and harassing the other patrons, most of who were fellow students.

"Look who just walked in," sneered Draco, motioning toward the door.

Hermione caught his words and looked at the entrance. It was Harry and Ron. Her initial reaction was to join her friends but instead she watched Harry and Ron walk over to a table of Gryffindors, greeting each other with smiles and laughter. Just then a group of Hufflepuffs walked in.

"Let's go have a bit of fun," offered Draco. Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle got up while Hermione remained behind. Not wanting to watch the three bully and intimidate others, she decided to leave. Grabbing her jacket, she hastily made her way out the backdoor before they could take notice. She didn't know how much more of this she could take as she quickly walked down the street.

"Hermione, wait." Hermione turned to see who was calling her.

"Harry," she smiled.

"Hermione, we need to talk." His expression was solemn but his eyes showed sadness, the same sadness her heartfelt every time she saw him and Ron. He offered his hand to her. Hermione nodded in agreement. It was time for them to talk. She took his hand and he led her away.

Harry was just as cautious as she was. They both scanned their surroundings, noting the people around them, paying particular attention to those who just might be following them. He led her down sidewalks, behind buildings, and down several allies. It wasn't until the fifth alley they finally stopped. The tall buildings on either side blocked most of the sunlight, so only shadows could be seen. Harry held onto her hand as he led her deeper into the alley. They both drew their wands and muttered a few charms to both alert them of another's presence and to prevent their conversation from being heard.

"Hermione, please talk to me. Help me understand what is happening," he whispered, leaning close into her to keep their conversation as private as possible. Hermione wanted to tell Harry everything. She wanted him to understand more than anything, but it was impossible, so she told him the only thing she could.

"Harry, please believe me, I am not serving Voldemort," she whispered back. She could feel Harry's mouth against her ear.

"I want to believe you, love, but you protected him when I tried to kill him."

"I wasn't protecting Voldemort."

"Then who were you protecting?" he asked. Hermione closed her eyes to concentrate. It wasn't that she wouldn't betray Severus, it was that she couldn't betray Severus. It was a part of their bond. Even if she wanted to tell Harry everything, the words that came from her mouth would never allow her to betray Severus.

"Harry, one day I will be able to answer you, but for now, I am not working for Voldemort."

"It was Snape," said Harry. Hermione panicked.

"I need to go," she whispered. Worried she may have betrayed Severus, she gave Harry a quick kiss on the cheek and left.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"That bitch will pay," hissed Lucius, "and so will Severus. How could he even touch a Mudblood let alone fuck one?" Lucius was standing near the fireplace with a half-empty bottle of Firewhiskey. The top button on his black trousers was unfastened. He was barefoot and shirtless with his blonde hair hanging loosely around his shoulders and down his shoulder blades. He brought the bottle to his lips and gulped the liquid. Bringing it down, he exhaled loudly as the firewhiskey heated up his throat.

His eyes flashed dangerously at the woman who was spread out on his bed. The sheet covered her middle, but her bare breasts and long legs were exposed. Her eyes were closed but she was wake, carefully listening to him. Gingerly sitting up, she got off the bed and walked over to him, naked.

"Cover yourself," he hissed. "You look like a whore." Her eyes narrowed, but she obeyed him. With the sheet wrapped securely around her body, she turned toward him.

"Your solution is simple. Kill the Mudblood."

"It's not that simple," Lucius sneered. "Severus holds the highest rank amongst the Death Eaters and because that Mudblood is the only thing can keep him alive, she can't be touched."

"Clearly I chose the wrong Death Eater to marry," she muttered.

"What?" snapped Lucius. Narcissa smirked at him.

"You heard me. I married the wrong Death Eater. I married a coward." Lucius pulled back to hit her but she what she said next stopped him. "It should have been you who was rotting in Azkaban next to my sister."

"What are you saying, Narcissa?" he hissed, lowering his hand.

"You have been fucking Bellatrix since the first day I brought you home. You fucked her on our wedding night and even now I can taste her on you." His blue eyes flashed dangerously and he smiled.

"And how do you know what your sister tastes like?" he sneered. Narcissa knew just how to hurt him.

"Because I have tasted her on Severus." At this Lucius pulled back and slapped her before she spoke another word. Her head snapped and her body stumbled backwards, collapsing onto the floor.

"It should have been you," she whispered. "It should have been you. Severus should have handed over the evidence but ..." Lucius paled.

"What are you talking about?" he hissed. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her effortlessly to her feet. "What evidence?" Narcissa didn't look at him, as she continued speaking.

"I saw you, on our wedding night. You were in my bed, our bed, fucking my sister when you were supposed to be making love to me. I was a fool to think marriage would change you. The anger I felt on that night... I took a dagger and was prepared to kill you, but Severus stopped me. He knew Bellatrix was with you and he tried to prevent me from coming up here to witness it but it was too late. As I took the dagger in my hand and walked toward you, Severus stopped me. He took me downstairs and comforted me."

"You mean he wanted to fuck you," hissed Lucius. Her eyes snapped up to his.

"No, he comforted me. He held my while I cried. He convinced me to return to you in the morning and I did, after I fucked him."

"But I took your virginity," he said, confused. She snorted.

"Severus is a Potions Master. It took a simple potion to resolve that problem and you were none the wiser."

"How many times did you fuck him?" he hissed. His anger was seething as he slammed down the bottle of whiskey, shattering it.

"As many times as you fucked my sister and any other whore you could get your hands on." She turned away from him. "But it doesn't matter now. Severus has a Mudblood to take care of him and his needs. That explains why he doesn't visit me anymore." Narcissa dropped to her knees and began crying. In between sobs, she cried, "I want him back. I want Severus back." She looked up at her husband. There was madness in her eyes he had never seen before. "Kill her, Lucius. Kill the Mudblood so Severus will return to me. I will become his life mate."

"You filthy whore!" He was ready to hit her again but her words stopped him.

"Not unless..." but her voice trailed off as she turned away.

"Unless what?" he asked. She ignored him. He grabbed her by the arm and shook her.

"Unless what?" he said in a harsher tone. She wiped her tears and jerked her arm free.

"Unless the Dark Lord knows why Dumbledore took him in."

"The Dark Lord assigned Severus to work at Hogwarts."

"But have you ever wondered what Severus did or said to that old man that made him hold such a high rank at Hogwarts?" She laughed demonically and Lucius just listened. "I followed you to a revel and witnessed all of the Death Eaters' activities and then created a Pensieve. I gave it to Severus and told him it was to get rid of you. I wanted you in Azkaban so desperately that I could taste it. Severus didn't flinch when I offered the Pensieve to him but I never expected him to do what he did."

"What did he do, Narcissa?" Lucius' clenched his fists at his sides, but he forced himself to remain calm.

"He then turned himself in to Dumbledore along with the evidence. He willingly told Dumbledore he would testify against all of you and go to Azkaban."

"What happened that he didn't testify?"

"He was going to. He was prepared and then it happened. The Dark Lord was killed by Potter." She suddenly got to her feet and faced her husband. "Don't you get it?" she screamed. "Who knew the Dark Lord was going to kill the Potters that night?"

"Severus..." whispered Lucius.

"Who is the only one powerful enough to block the killing curse?"

"Severus..." Lucius whispered again. "Severus protected Potter that night?"

"You have all questioned how a child could survive the killing curse, but you still don't get it. Severus wasn't protecting Potter, he was trying to kill the Dark Lord! With the Dark Lord dead, Severus would not have to testify!"

"And he is seen as a hero in Dumbledore's eyes," whispered Lucius.

"Where is Dumbledore's body?" she sneered. "Severus is very good with potions and spells."

"What are you saying, Narcissa?"

"I bet the old man is still alive, just as Remus is still alive," she snapped. "You fool." A grin spread across her face. "Severus turned spy by choice. Severus has been betraying you all these years! And now he has betrayed me! I was supposed to be his life mate! I was supposed to his chosen one! Draco was supposed to be his child! Instead I ended up living a life of hell with you! Kill her, Lucius! Kill the Mudblood!"

Lucius drew his wand and raised it to his wife. "Avada Kedavra!" he yelled and his wife fell to the floor, dead. He turned and left the bedroom as his anger consumed him. Bellatrix was waiting for him in the hall.

"I heard everything," beamed Bellatrix. "It's time to kill a Mudblood and a traitor."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hermione cautiously made her way back to the Three Broomsticks, just in time to see Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle exiting from the front doors.

"Where the hell have you been, Mudblood?" seethed Draco. Ignoring his question, Hermione strode up to him.

"Are we ready to get back to Hogwarts?" she asked without alarm.

"You are not leaving my sight again," he hissed, grabbing her by the arm. Hermione knew when to be obedient and now was that time. Walking to the edge of town they turned the corner and came face to face with none other than Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Perfect timing, my son." Lucius was dressed in his finest robes, carrying his cane with the silver snakehead. His hair was pulled back, tied with a black ribbon. Next to him was Bellatrix, who was dressed in black dress robes. She held him by the crook of is arm. To strangers they appeared to be the perfect couple.

"Father," acknowledged Draco, gripping Hermione's arm tighter. "I wasn't expecting you." He glanced at Bellatrix and sneered at her, but he still acknowledged her. "Aunt Bellatrix, it's been awhile."

"How are you, Draco?" Lucius asked smoothly. He acknowledged his son's friends by nodding to them and then quickly turned to Hermione. "I see you have been rather busy with the time you spend away from your Master." Hermione attempted to move toward him as if to challenge him, but Draco held her back. Bellatrix let go of Lucius' arm and slowly circled them, coming to a stop behind Hermione.

"Father, we were just about to have a bit of fun, so if you would excuse us," said Draco, attempting to leave. Lucius held out his cane, pushing it against Draco's chest.

"I don't think so, son. After all, where are you manners? Didn't occur to you Bellatrix and I just might want to join you in your fun?"

"Forgive me, Father but your level of fun requires more time than we have. Our presence is soon required back at school. Now if you will excuse us." Again Draco tried to walk past his father, but Lucius pushed his cane further into his chest, stopping him.

"Why do I get the feeling you are not wanting to share, Draco?" There was a sneer in Lucius' voice along with a dangerous note of sarcasm.

"Father, since when do we share our prizes?" Draco retorted with the same tone. He stood eye to with Lucius, as if challenging his father.

"Prize? Interesting choice of words, but I would rather refer to her as a gift...from you." Lucius nodded to Bellatrix, who quickly grabbed Hermione by her hair, jerking her from Draco's grasp.

"NO!" yelled Hermione, but it was too late. Bellatrix Disapparated with her.

Draco turned to his father and hissed dangerously, "She was mine."

"And now she is mine," Lucius said matter-of-factly. Moving his cane back down to his side, his eyes narrowed. "Why do I get the feeling you were protecting that filthy Mudblood?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Father. I told you, she was a prize. Now if you show me some common courtesy and bring her back to me so that I can enjoy her."

"I can't do that, Draco. I promised her to Bellatrix, but," he leaned in closer, "I will allow you to have what is left." Lucius stood up and with a sneer on his face, he Disapparated.

Draco tightly closed his eyes, trying to control his anger. Crabbe and Goyle just looked at each other, confused.

~TBC