Traitor XII
Title: Traitor XII
Team: DEATH EATER
Rating: PG
Challenge: Traitor to the Light
Characters: Hermione, Severus, Lucius, Harry, Ron
Hermione ran the bar of soap over her body for the third time in as many minutes and still felt unclean. She often felt this way after an encounter with Lucius. The man was charming and extremely useful but he had a way of making her feel dirty with a single glance. She shuddered at the memory of his hands on her skin and scrubbed harder against the sensitive skin on her torso leaving long red welts. Why had she thought she could do alone? Why hadn’t she trusted them? Trusted Severus? He loved her. Or rather, he used to.
Severus cursed and kicked the heavy oak door. “Hermione stole my wand.” He growled in answer to the questioning looks from the boys.
“It wouldn’t have made much difference if she hadn’t sir,” Harry said tentatively, “Both Ron and I have ours, magic doesn’t work in here. Its like she’s managed to ward the place against everything Magical.”
Severus cursed again throwing himself down onto one of the room’s rickety wooden chairs. He sat there and brooded for several minutes before a look of inspiration crossed his face closely followed by a grimace of pain. “Potter, give me your wand.”
Team: DEATH EATER
Rating: PG
Challenge: Traitor to the Light
Characters: Hermione, Severus, Lucius, Harry, Ron
Hermione ran the bar of soap over her body for the third time in as many minutes and still felt unclean. She often felt this way after an encounter with Lucius. The man was charming and extremely useful but he had a way of making her feel dirty with a single glance. She shuddered at the memory of his hands on her skin and scrubbed harder against the sensitive skin on her torso leaving long red welts. Why had she thought she could do alone? Why hadn’t she trusted them? Trusted Severus? He loved her. Or rather, he used to.
Severus cursed and kicked the heavy oak door. “Hermione stole my wand.” He growled in answer to the questioning looks from the boys.
“It wouldn’t have made much difference if she hadn’t sir,” Harry said tentatively, “Both Ron and I have ours, magic doesn’t work in here. Its like she’s managed to ward the place against everything Magical.”
Severus cursed again throwing himself down onto one of the room’s rickety wooden chairs. He sat there and brooded for several minutes before a look of inspiration crossed his face closely followed by a grimace of pain. “Potter, give me your wand.”