The Burning Pen

"What Was I Thinking" Series
"#3 ~ You Shouldn't Walk About in the Dark"
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 4

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 4 ~ Q & A Session #2 (What About Love?)
(Short Chapter)

Hermione lay in the bed trying not to breathe too deeply. She didn’t want her exposed breasts to rise and fall too much. They might entice the Death Eater to do more than ask her questions.

“Does he love you?” the Death Eater asked her quietly from the shadows.

“What?” Hermione asked, surprised by the question.

“Does Snape love you?” he asked again, an edge to his voice.

“I...I don’t know,” she answered honestly, a hitch in her heart.

“Has he ever said he loves you?”

“No.”

The Death Eater leaned forward in the chair, his disillusioned face showing up clearer in the lamplight.

“You mean to tell me, “ he said in a strangely tight voice, “that you take thirteen inches in every orifice from a man who has no love for you?

Hermione didn’t answer him. It sounded so horrible, she just couldn’t.

“You really are a masochist, aren’t you?” the Death Eater chuckled nastily, ”Have you ever asked him if he loved you?”

“No,” Herimone answered, rather brokenly.

“Hmm, a masochist and a coward,” he said, moving his chair back into the light, not as close as before. “And here I was believing Gryffindors were brave.”

Hermione felt anger stirring in her belly.

“I love him. That’s enough for me,” she said, frowning at the Death Eater.

“Willing to settle for self-effacing love, and a huge cock, eh. Well, well,” the Death Eater said scornfully. He still had the dagger in his hand, and turned it over and over slowly. She watched him, wondering if this were some form of mind torture. It certainly felt like it.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked the masked man.

“Why? Because I’m curious about the kind of woman who would fuck Severus Snape. He’s a sour bastard. Cold. Passionless. Seems the type who would be more into torturing women than fucking them. Though he only killed them at the revels. After they had been gone over a few times.”

Severus had told Hermione about what went on at the Dark Lord’s revels, and the role he played. How others thought only killing women turned him on.

“He killed them out of mercy,” Hermione said defensively, “it was a kindness.”

“And you still were able to let him fuck you? Knowing he killed many, many women?” the Death Eater said, leaning close. “You let him shove thirteen inches into you after that? Gods.”

“It was a kindness,” Hermione whispered.

“It turned you on. You are a sick woman. Sick.”

“He’s a good man. He sacrificed so much to rid the world of your Master. If anyone deserved a good fuck, he did,” she snarled at the Death Eater, who reared back in surprise.

“Aha! He’s noble then,” he said tilting his head at her.

“Yes,” she answered through clenched teeth.

The Death Eater looked at her appraisingly again.

“I guess you are brave,” he said shortly, “you have no qualms about defending him, even though it may cost you your life. Does he feel the same?”

Hermione considered, then answered slowly, “I am sure that if he knew you had me, he’d slit your throat without a second thought. He’d kill you with his bare hands.”

“You’re certain of that?” he asked her keenly.

“Yes,” she replied evenly, knowing it was the truth. Severus was very protective of her. The idea of another man even touching her, made him murderous. She had seen it for herself at a Death-of-Voldemort celebration, when a slightly drunken wizard made a pass at her, sliding his grubby hand over her thigh and hip, grabbing her ass. Severus appeared from nowhere, and very nastily dropped him in his tracks, feigning it was an accident, and stalked away. Later that night, he pushed his way into her rooms and fucked her unmercifully, hissing she was his the whole time, making her repeat it back to him over and over as he thrust into her, until he was satisfied.

“So you mean to tell me, Snape would commit murder for a woman he didn’t love?”

Hermione looked at him, a cold fire in her amber eyes. A single, hot tear coursed down her cheek. She didn't answer.

“Sounds like love to me,” said the Death Eater quietly.


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