The Burning Pen

A Living Secret
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 28

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 28 ~ Confrontation

When Severus disapparated to the moors, he returned to the ruins. Two large slabs of wall formed a kind of shelter, leaning against each other, and after checking the sturdiness, the Potions Master entered it, made a small magical fire so he could see and divestoed all his clothing. He smelled strongly of sex, and it was a welcome scent. He looked at his loins and could see several small, dark smudged streaks.

Hermione’s blood. He had taken the witch’s virginity.

Her deflowerment had been rather rushed, being that he was in Harry’s house and discovery was possible. Actually, it had been eminent, Ronald Weasley rushing in on them like a demented knight in striped pajama bottoms. Severus scowled.

The idiot boy was lucky the Potions Master had come, otherwise he probably would have gotten a beating instead of a single blow. Severus liked to finish what he started.

He scourgified his body several times until Hermione’s scent was off of him, then redressed and put out the fire. He spent the next hour and a half walking over the moors, thinking of his encounter with the witch. It could have been much better for her if he had the time, but it was definitely good for him.

Severus had no idea what to expect the next time he returned to Godric’s Hollow. Would he face an irate Harry and Ron? Would he be called out for a duel to avenge Hermione’s defilement? Ron, he could blast into next week, but Harry…he had to be protected. He had a job to do and Severus needed him.

Most likely, Hermione would come clean however. She was a Gryffindor after all. Plus, she wanted him to fuck her. She would tell Harry and Ron the truth of the matter.

Severus smirked as he imagined the horrified reaction of the witch’s two friends. No doubt Ronald Weasley would be beside himself because of his feelings for the witch.

“Feelings are not enough, Mr. Weasley…particularly if they aren’t mutual,” the Professor said to himself as he walked over a rise.

Yes. The atmosphere was bound to be quite tense at Godric’s Hollow for the next few days.


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When Ron emerged from his bedroom to go take a piss, he saw Dobby standing in front of Hermione’s door looking very suspicious.

“Oy Dobby, what are you doing standing in the hallway?” Ron asked him groggily.

Not knowing what to say, Dobby shrugged his shoulders.

Ron did likewise and walked into the bathroom.

Suddenly, he heard a shriek. It sounded like Hermione. He hurriedly finished using the loo and rushed back into the hallway.

Dobby had been horrified to hear Hermione shriek as Severus broke her hymen and quickly cast a silencing spell on the door, praying Ron hadn’t heard the witch. But one look at the narrow-eyed red-head quickly walking down the hall told the elf he had indeed heard the witch's screech.

“Hermione screamed,” he said to Dobby.

Dobby looked surprised.

“I hears nothing, Ronald Weasley,” the elf replied.

Unfortunately Dobby’s ears flattened as he said this, and Ron looked at him suspiciously before pushing past the elf and banging on Hermione’s door.

“Hermione? Hermione are you all right?” he called.

There was no answer. Unfortunately the silencing spell Dobby cast worked both ways. Ron couldn’t hear Hermione and Severus, but inversely, they couldn’t hear him either. Ron tried to turn the knob, but the door was securely warded…also Dobby’s work.

“Dobby, open the door,” Ron ordered him.

The house elf shook his head.

“No sir. I can’t does that, sir. Hermione Granger needs her privacy,” Dobby said.

”But she just screamed, Dobby! Something’s wrong!” Ron exclaimed at the house elf, who didn’t move.

Ron scowled at Dobby.

“Fine then. I’ll get my wand and open it myself,” he spat, storming back to his room and retrieving his wand as Dobby wrung his claws worriedly.

Oh this was not good. Not good at all.

Ron returned and cast the Alohamora spell on the locked door. It didn’t open. Ron frowned blackly. This was way too much protection for a good night’s sleep. Hermione had no reason to have her door warded so strongly. She wasn’t in any danger here.

”Why is the door warded, Dobby?” he asked the elf.

“Maybe the Miss doesn’t wants to be disturbed, Ronald Weasley,” Dobby replied, hoping Ron would accept this explanation.

”Maybe there’s something wrong,” Ron said, “I need you to open the door, Dobby.”

The elf shook his head stubbornly.

Suddenly Ron grabbed Dobby by his little vest, picked him up and shook him so hard the elf’s head snapped back and forth.

“I swear to the gods, Dobby, if you don’t open up this door for me right now, I will beat you like Malfoy used to do!” Ron snarled at him, insane with worry about what was happening behind the warded door.

In his bed, Harry snorted and wriggled, roused by Ron’s voice but not waking completely up.

Dobby could have easily blasted Ron away from him, and been within his rights to do it…but although he was a free elf, he still had subservience to humans ingrained in him.

“All rights, Ronald Weasley, I will opens the door,” the elf replied shakily.

Ron set Dobby down, and reluctantly, the elf removed the ward. Ron quietly opened the door, Dobby peering around him, then closing his eyes when he saw the couple.

Ron stood there, staring at Snape’s pale body pressing into Hermione. He was raised up on his hands and staring down at her, his stringy black hair hiding his face, his lean frame connected to Hermione’s by the loins, his black boxers down around his thighs. The bastard was moaning and grunting. He was…coming.

Hermione was arching up, her nightgown pushed up around her waist, her knees up on either side of the Potions Master. Her head was tilted back into the pillow, her mouth open and eyes half-lidded as she strained and shuddered under the wizard, receiving his seed. To Ron, it seemed as if Hermione was trying to push the wizard’s cock out of her, groaning in revulsion, when she was actually orgasming.

That was when Ron snapped and attacked the wizard, tearing him off of the witch.

Now he and Harry stared at Hermione. She had just told them that Professor Snape hadn’t raped her.

She told them it was…consensual.

Ron got up off the floor, his eyes turning bloodshot as he stared down at the witch. How had he ever thought she cared about him?

Harry was without words. Suddenly Ron lunged for Hermione, who screamed as Harry and Dobby grabbed him and wrestled him back.

“You fucking whore!” Ron screamed at her, “You wanted that bastard over me? You let him fuck you? Hermione…I hate you! I hate you more than I’ve ever hated anyone in my life! I can’t believe this!”

“Ron, calm down!” Harry hissed as he locked Ron’s arms behind him, Dobby clinging to both of Ron’s legs.

“Harry…she let Snape stick his cock in her…she wanted him to do it! What kind of witch does that? He’s old enough to be her father! When I wanted her, she kept putting me off…but lets that snarky bastard into her room, in your house and fucks him…right under our noses, Harry! What do you think about that?” Ron hissed, looking at Hermione with hatred as she clutched the covers around herself now.

Harry looked at Hermione. Now it made sense to him…the way she was breathing when he left her and the Potions Master in the house together…how nervous she was when the wizard first visited. How she said she wanted both of them to come back safely.

”I don’t know what to think, Ron…but Hermione is eighteen. She can do what she wants with who she wants,” he said, hating to be caught in the middle of this.

It was bad enough when he was caught up in just Ron and Hermione’s problems at Hogwarts…but now there was a third party involved. Professor Snape…and he added a whole new dimension of complication to the mix. Damn it…why did Hermione have to do this while Ron was here?

Ron looked over his shoulder at Harry, his face incredulous.

”She can do what she wants with who she wants? Harry…she’s fucking Snape! Snape! The wizard who picked on us our entire time at Hogwarts! The wizard who killed…”

Hermione leapt out of the bed, her eyes blazing.

“Don’t you dare say it! Don’t you dare say he killed Dumbledore…he’s keeping the Headmaster alive! You know he’s a hero, Ron! You know it!” she yelled at him.

“Is that why you cocked your legs for him, Hermione? Because he’s a hero?” Ron sneered at her, an ugly look on his face, “Next thing you know, you’ll be sucking Harry’s cock because he’s a hero too!”

Harry stiffened in shock at the comment as Hermione ran around the bed and slapped Ron as hard as she could before bursting into tears and rushing from the bedroom.

The pain of Hermione’s slap seemed to bring Ron back to himself as Harry let him go, his green eyes dark as he looked at the wizard. Ron had a perfect imprint of Hermione’s hand on his left cheek. It stung too…but not as much as his words had. He turned his blue eyes on Harry and saw the anger there.

“Harry…Harry I’m sorry…I didn’t mean that,” he began.

“Oh, you meant it Ron,” Harry replied, “It was the nastiest thing you could think of to say to hurt Hermione. You didn’t give a damn how I felt about it.”

”But…but she let Snape fuck her, Harry!” Ron said as the boy who lived started toward the door, “Snape fucked her!”

”So what, Ron? It would have been better if it had been you instead? You wanted to do the same thing he did…you wanted to fuck Hermione. You told me that all the time you two were going out. She didn’t want you like that, Ron. It’s her body. There has to be something about Snape she gravitates to. Something he has that you don’t,” Harry said coldly.

”Yeah. Something that you have too,” Ron shot back at him, “Both of you are heroes. Important. Doing great things. Me, I don’t do shit. I don’t have a purpose! I’m always in the shadows!”

Harry had enough of Ron’s self-pitying bullshit.

“So fucking do something then Ron! Do something yourself! Stop being in the shadows, you git. It’s not my fault, Snape’s fault or Hermione’s fault you’re not happy with yourself. And I’m warning you Ron,” Harry said, his glasses glinting, “If you give Hermione a hard time, you’re going to have to answer to me. You almost attacked her!”

“Oh, like you haven’t done that before!” Ron spat at him, “She had to blast you. I know about it.”

Harry was stung. What Ron said was true. When Harry found out Hermione could identify Snape with his Signature Stone, he tried to take it by force. But that was a different situation…wasn’t it? Still he frowned at the wizard.

“Ron, we have to live here together. We can’t be at each other’s throats constantly,” he said to his friend.

Ron looked at him, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

”I don’t have to live with either of you,” he hissed, “I’m going back to Hogwarts. The only reason I even came here was to be close to Hermione and try to get back with her. Now that Snape’s stuck his cock in her, I realize she’s not worth it. I’m leaving. Tonight.”

Ron strode past Harry, who grabbed his shoulder, a frightened look in his eyes now.

“Ron, you can’t go back to Hogwarts! Voldemort…” he began.

Ron ripped Harry’s hand off his shoulder, giving him a murderous look.

”Fuck Voldemort, fuck you and fuck that slut! I’m out of here,” he said, storming off to his bedroom to pack.

“Ron!” Harry called after him.

“Leave me alone, Harry. I’m warning you,” Ron called back as he pulled his suitcases from under his bed.

He didn’t need Harry or Hermione. He didn’t need anyone.

He could take care of himself.

In the living room, Hermione was curled up in the armchair. Dobby had discreetly scourgified her and lengthened her nightie. He now stood before the witch with a steaming cup of tea.

“Drinks it, Miss. It will calms you,” the elf said persuasively.

Hermione shook her head like a stubborn child. She didn’t want any tea. She didn’t want anything. Her fantasy came true for her tonight and it should have been beautiful, but Ron turned it into something ugly. He was always ruining things.

Harry walked slowly into the living room, a stricken look on his face.

“Ron’s leaving. He’s going back to Hogwarts,” he said dejectedly.

Hermione’s eyes went wide.

“He can’t go back to Hogwarts. Voldemort will take him,” she gasped.

“Well, he’s going,” Harry said, “I can’t stop him, Hermione.”

Hermione stood up.

“I’ll stop him then,” she said, starting to walk down the hallway. Harry grabbed her and pulled her back.

“You’re the reason he’s leaving, Hermione. He told me he only came here because you did. He wanted to get back together with you. You can’t talk to him right now. Right now…he hates you for sleeping with Snape,” Harry said, “He might even get violent.”

Harry realized as he spoke that Hermione had been endangered by both him and Ron in the past few weeks. Both wizards had tried to violently attack her. What kind of friends were they? What was happening to them?

Hermione sat back down in the chair.

”I thought he came to hide out,” Hermione said, “If I had known he only came here hoping to get back with me, I would have told him it wouldn’t happen.”

Harry sighed.

“Hermione, you HAVE told him that. This is Ron. Ron doesn’t listen and doesn’t know when to give up…” he said.

“I’ve given up now,” Ron snapped, looking at Hermione hatefully, “I wouldn’t stick my cock in you now for all the galleons in the world knowing that Snape had been there first. Do me a favor…both of you….don’t contact me at all. This friendship is over.”

Ron had quietly walked into the living room and listened to their conversation for a bit before jumping in.

“Ron!” Hermione said, standing up and pleading with the wizard, “Ron, don’t do this! Just because I was with the Professor doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I do! I always have. Just not the way you want. Ron you could get killed if you do this!”

Ron stared at her for a moment, then reduced his suitcases, placing them in his robes pocket.

”Maybe I’m better off dead,” he said quietly, exiting the house and disapparating back to Hogwarts.

Hermione looked at Harry helplessly for a moment, then threw herself into his arms, sobbing.

Harry rubbed her back absently, his head turned toward the front door. Ron was gone.

Once again, things had changed for the worst.

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