The Burning Pen

The Abduction
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 3

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 3 ~ Getting Wet

"Join me? I don’t want you joining me!" Hermione stammered as Snape paused long enough to toe off his boots and socks before getting back to the business of taking off his robes. "Besides, this is obviously some treatment meant for me. You don't need it."

"Those herbs and ingredients are expensive and this particular mixture is soothing as well as rejuvenating. I don't intend for you to reap the benefits alone. I deserve some form of recompense for attempting to save you from yourself," Snape replied, pulling open his robes and baring his gaunt, sallow body. You could nearly count his ribs and his slightly scarred chest was as thin as a bird's chest. But Hermione's eyes fell lower.

"Don't they pay you enough at Hogwarts to buy a new pair of underwear?" she asked him, eyeing the gray, rather worn pair of briefs covering his loins. "That's pathetic."

"That's comfortable," Snape said, pulling them down unceremoniously, exposing his rather ample goods. Hermione didn't blink. She just said, "I see why you're so thin. All the meat went to your nose and cock."

"Very funny," Snape said, stepping into the tub and settling in with a sigh.

"Really, you should do something about those briefs, Professor."

Snape rested his head in the scoop and closed his eyes, soaking luxuriously as steam wafted around them.

"I'm no longer your teacher, Hermione. Call me by my name so I can at least pretend I'm with a grown-up," he said silkily.

"What do you mean 'pretend?' I am an adult!"

Snape opened his eyes and looked at her.

"You're not acting like one. You're acting like a petulant child with a license to drink herself into oblivion because she's lost a boyfriend. Now, if you want pathetic, you have it," Snape said. "It's ten years since you've left Hogwarts. Potter is married and breeding, the gods help us all, as are most of your other classmates, yet you and Weasley hadn't tied the knot. Why do you think that is?"

Hermione frowned.

"We decided to wait," she said stiffly.

"A Weasley with a loinful of potential grandchildren for Molly Weasley, waiting? It's amazing Weasley has any ears left after ten years of his mother's nagging. It had to be more than that. I suspect, deep down inside you knew you two weren't meant to be together. You should be relieved Lavender Brown took him off your hands, not filling Aberforth's pockets with your Galleons, which I imagine you're running through since taking your leave of absence from the Magical Law Department."

"How do you know that?" Hermione demanded.

"You're news. Everything you do is held under public scrutiny. I believe the headline read "Broken-Hearted Heroine Dumps Ministry Position After Being Dumped."

"I didn't 'dump' anything. I just needed some time off," Hermione said angrily.

"Six months? And to do what? Increase the profit margin of every brewery in town? What happened to you?" Snape hissed in disgust. "You used to be so—so—"

"So what?"

"Less stupid."

"Ooh," Hermione squealed, drawing her arm over the floating spices and sending a wave of herb-infused liquid right into Snape's face. The wizard sat up and spluttered. Some herbs got into his huge nostrils and he snorted wetly before wiping his face.

"You want to splash, do you?" he growled, pushing both his hands through the water palms up and sending a huge wave of his own at Hermione, soaking her face and hair.

This started one heck of a water fight.

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Ron and Harry were playing a game of Snap at Harry's house as Ginny put the children to bed. They had five. Snape hadn't been joking when he said Harry was breeding. His oldest child, James was about to start Hogwarts next term. He and Ginny hadn't wasted any time after the final battle, and the redhead spent her final year wearing maternity robes to class.

A knock sounded on the door.

"I'll get that," Harry said. He started to put his hand down and thought about it. Ron grinned at him, and he took the cards with him. Ron was a good strategist, but he wasn't above cheating.

Harry opened the door to see Hugo standing there.

"Mr. Potter, I need your help," the bodyguard said. "My client Miss Granger has been abducted by Severus Snape and although I followed them to Spinner's End, I can't find her location. I believe the house is Unplottable, and I don't want to involve the Ministry."

Ron leapt up, scattering his cards in his haste.

"What? Snape took Hermione? What kind of bloody bodyguard are you?" he demanded furiously.

"He got the drop on me, but that doesn't matter. What matters is I need to retrieve her. Will you come, Mr. Potter?"

"Of course," Harry said, throwing his hand on the little table near the door and grabbing a jacket off the coat rack.

"Hold on, I'm coming, too!" Ron hissed, hurrying over and grabbing his own jacket.

"Ginny, I'll be back after a while," Harry called up to his wife.

"All right," Ginny called down as Ron hurried past Hugo and Disapparated.

Harry and Hugo followed suit.

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They reappeared at Spinners End. Horace immediately snapped a picture of the three wizards. Harry Potter AND Ron Weasley, Granger's former beau. Oh, this was just getting better and better.

"Hey!" Ron yelled, blinking away the spots before his eyes. Horace had got him full in the face with the flash.

Horace quickly Disillusioned himself, putting a little distance between him and the wizards. But he remained close enough to hear everything. They were too concerned about Hermione to focus on the photographer.

Hugo produced the map and all three of them studied it.

"Hermione should be right here," Harry said, pacing it off. "This is where Snape lives. He's made his house Unplottable. "

"Well, hurry up and make it visible. We don't know what the bastard is doing to Hermione!" Ron hissed at him impatiently as Harry pulled out his wand. As an Auror, he was privy to spells that could reveal an Unplottable domicile.

He backed up a few paces, then focused, saying the incantation in a low voice. Sparks flew out of the tip of his wand and settled around the area, revealing the outline of Snape's home, then flowing downward, the area inside becoming denser and more visible until the sad little house was revealed. A dim lit emitted from a single window, muffled by a drawn shade. Now, they could hear Hermione screaming and shouting.

"He's raping her!" Ron cried, drawing his wand and running for the door, flanked by Hugo and Harry. Ron crashed into it.

"What was that?" Hermione said, sitting up and covering her breasts. She was completely soaked, as was Snape.

"Hermione! Hermione!" Ron cried, banging on the door.

"I believe it's company," Snape replied, reaching over the tub, snagging his robes with his fingertips and removing his wand.

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A/N: And a little more. This looks like it might be interesting. Hermione is a jaded little thing, isn't she? Sorry about the misleading title. Lol. Thanks for reading.

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