Traitor VII
Title: Traitor VII
Team: DEATH EATERS
Rating: PG
Challenge: Traitor to the light, Severus out of his Comfort Zone
Characters: Hermione, Severus, Harry
Notes: This story would not go away today so here are five more instalments. PLease start at the beginning if you haven't been following Traitor.. it makes the story so much better.
“Severus!” Hermione wrapped her arms about the dark man’s frame. “Where have you been? I was so worried.”
Severus, with great willpower, suppressed a shudder. She was better at this double game that he had ever been. Her eyes gleamed with unshed tears and if he hadn’t been placed under the imperious curse and forced to kidnap he two best friends he never would have believed her to be anything but sincere. “Don’t worry love,” he whispered into her bushy hair, “Everything will work out.”
“How do you know?” she asked tearfully.
“Good always wins.” He said with a smirk.
Hermione let the warm water of the shower wash over her, automatically shampooing her hair as her thoughts skipped frantically over the evening. Something was wrong. Severus was still complying with her every command, but she had a horrible feeling he was doing so of his own accord. She was probably just being paranoid, but it was better safe than sorry. She had really hoped she wouldn’t have to resort to locking him up with Harry and Ron but it appeared she didn’t have a choice. Yes, that’s what she would do she decided. Tonight, before he could suspect anything.
Severus gulped down a shot of fire whiskey. He needed to go to the Headmaster that was really his only option. He had hoped to be able to return the boys today but it was not to be. As far as the staff was concerned Severus was out scouring the country side trying to locate the boy wonder and his gangly carrot topped side kick. If only things were that simple. He downed another shot of whiskey and tossed his tumbler into the fire. Tomorrow would be soon enough to talk with Albus. He needed sleep to clear his head.
“Severus.”
The whisper jolted him to awareness. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs. Dread caused his stomach to clench. He shouldn’t have slept. He should have gone straight to the Headmaster.
“I want to see Harry.”
To late for that now. He would have to take his chances. He rose obediently and led Hermione through the side entrance and off the grounds. They apparated to the hideout.
Hermione commanded him to enter the room before her.
He did so reluctantly. He was unsurprised when the door slammed shut behind him and he heard the lock sliding into place.
Harry heard voices outside the prison door. Hermione’s voice was cold and cruel completely foreign to the image he held of Hermione in his mind. His Hermione was warm and caring. She loved them, true she was in love with Severus but she loved her best friends with a fierce loyalty. She would never resort to kidnapping and unforgivables. It didn’t make any sense. He had Ron had tried to sort it out after Severus left, but it had proved impossible. The only explanation they had was that the girl they knew was no more and it brought no comfort.
Team: DEATH EATERS
Rating: PG
Challenge: Traitor to the light, Severus out of his Comfort Zone
Characters: Hermione, Severus, Harry
Notes: This story would not go away today so here are five more instalments. PLease start at the beginning if you haven't been following Traitor.. it makes the story so much better.
“Severus!” Hermione wrapped her arms about the dark man’s frame. “Where have you been? I was so worried.”
Severus, with great willpower, suppressed a shudder. She was better at this double game that he had ever been. Her eyes gleamed with unshed tears and if he hadn’t been placed under the imperious curse and forced to kidnap he two best friends he never would have believed her to be anything but sincere. “Don’t worry love,” he whispered into her bushy hair, “Everything will work out.”
“How do you know?” she asked tearfully.
“Good always wins.” He said with a smirk.
Hermione let the warm water of the shower wash over her, automatically shampooing her hair as her thoughts skipped frantically over the evening. Something was wrong. Severus was still complying with her every command, but she had a horrible feeling he was doing so of his own accord. She was probably just being paranoid, but it was better safe than sorry. She had really hoped she wouldn’t have to resort to locking him up with Harry and Ron but it appeared she didn’t have a choice. Yes, that’s what she would do she decided. Tonight, before he could suspect anything.
Severus gulped down a shot of fire whiskey. He needed to go to the Headmaster that was really his only option. He had hoped to be able to return the boys today but it was not to be. As far as the staff was concerned Severus was out scouring the country side trying to locate the boy wonder and his gangly carrot topped side kick. If only things were that simple. He downed another shot of whiskey and tossed his tumbler into the fire. Tomorrow would be soon enough to talk with Albus. He needed sleep to clear his head.
“Severus.”
The whisper jolted him to awareness. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs. Dread caused his stomach to clench. He shouldn’t have slept. He should have gone straight to the Headmaster.
“I want to see Harry.”
To late for that now. He would have to take his chances. He rose obediently and led Hermione through the side entrance and off the grounds. They apparated to the hideout.
Hermione commanded him to enter the room before her.
He did so reluctantly. He was unsurprised when the door slammed shut behind him and he heard the lock sliding into place.
Harry heard voices outside the prison door. Hermione’s voice was cold and cruel completely foreign to the image he held of Hermione in his mind. His Hermione was warm and caring. She loved them, true she was in love with Severus but she loved her best friends with a fierce loyalty. She would never resort to kidnapping and unforgivables. It didn’t make any sense. He had Ron had tried to sort it out after Severus left, but it had proved impossible. The only explanation they had was that the girl they knew was no more and it brought no comfort.