Bonded to her

Chapter 6

I ignored him for the next week unwilling to let myself be at his mercy. I even skipped Potions class which I never did just to avoid him. I would gladly take the failing grade just to have some semblance of control back. I wasn’t Hermione Granger the slut who was obsessed with men. I was Hermione Granger, the book worm who needed to find a way to protect herself so no one could ever put me in the same position as Malfoy had.
I needed to know more. I was sure there was a spell, something that could protect me from them. Voldemort had used me as a toy, something for amusement, and I hadn’t even fought back. I should have fought back, but I was just too weak. I knew I couldn’t overpower them all.

I turned the page in the old dusty tomb I was reading on old spells that were good for combat type situation. Everything I was reading assumed you were in one on one combat though. A fallacy of magic I supposed the death eaters took advantage of. They never worked alone.

A hand slammed on the desk inches from my book and I jumped up shocked. Speaking of death eaters.
Snape was glaring down at me, his mood dark and I knew he was pissed I was avoiding him.

He pulled up a chair and sat beside me and cast two wandless spells to ensure our privacy I assumed before turning to me.
“You missed class twice now. Why are you in the library at ten at night when you can’t even make it to a ten am class?” He asked folding his arms and glaring at me accusingly. I could smell the bourbon on him still, a smell I was familiar with from the copious amounts of bourbon Hagrid drank when we visited him. Hagrid became loud and annoying when drinking, but I could barely tell the difference with Snape.

“Yes, well, do you do personal checks on all your students that skip or just the ones you kiss?” I asked him crudely wanting him to leave. I had been doing so good trying to ignore his existence. Him existing was messing it up. I tried to go back to my book, but he slammed my book shut almost shutting it on my fingers in his anger.

“You know perfectly well I would never lay a finger on a student under normal circumstances.” He ground out lowly, his eyes flashing dangerously at the accusation.

“Oh, of course, your friend coming over wasn’t a normal occasion. You had to celebrate.” I mocked him knowing that wasn’t how it was at all, but so angry that he wouldn’t leave that I didn’t care if he was angry. He seethed and his fist clenched, but he didn’t try to attack me surprisingly.

“Would you preferred I let Lucius do the honors? Granger, I don’t know what you wanted me to do.” He said his anger seeming to die down a bit after a moment. I could see his own tension at the memory come through his mask that was heavily thinned by the alcohol.

“Obviously not. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t...I guess I forget you probably had other people you would rather do that to anyways.” I said with a depressed sigh deflating refusing to meet his eyes shamefully. He was just as much of an unwilling participant in Voldemort’s plans as I was. I couldn’t judge him too harshly.
He tilted my chin to look at me his fingers lingering on my face for just a moment longer than needed.

“What did I say about putting your head down Granger?” He asked quietly watching me with an unreadable expression.
“Not to do it.” He was silent for a moment.

“I regret what happened.” I winced at his sharp honesty, but he shook his head.

“Not for the reasons you think though. I regret you not getting to make the same decisions you made there in your own room. I regret not being able to have you so relaxed you were moaning with pleasure, sweating from how hard your heart was beating, begging me for more.” He said simply, his eyes grazing my body slowly as he explained. My heart started beating so fast I was sure I was going to have a heart attack. I could only imagine how red my cheeks were. He brushed my hair out of my face and pulled my chair to his without asking.