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I can’t go through this. Not again.
Hermione paced around the room, studying the titles of the tomes stacked by the walls.
It wasn’t too late. She could still let him go, let the events run their natural course and fuck off to a distant country to never emerge again.
Alas…
She could not.
“Is this my living room? Did you just kidnap me to my own house? How do you even know where I live?”
Hermione laughed, without a single drop of humor in her.
“I know many things about you, Severus Snape.”
She turned on her heels and went to sit at the armchair she rearranged to face the young man bound to a chair. He wasn’t gagged — she should have thought about it before he woke up.
Very young man.
“How old are you?”
“Didn’t you know many things about me?”
“Answer the question.” Hermione said through gritted teeth.
Though her wand was out of sight, her snap talked some sense into him. He was bound, wandless, under the mercy of a strange woman who did knock him out of his senses without a sweat.
“Twenty.”
Correction: under the mercy of a strange woman double his age.