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The Snake :complete! Alternate Ending added:	By : ForgetfulLove Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 35130 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Draco walked into his room from the bathroom, and once the door was closed, a look of fringed worry was on his face as his brow frowned. Where had she gotten those bruises, were they connected to where she had been the night before? More importantly, why was he angry about her getting hurt by someone else? It was not like he cared for her. Nonetheless, she was his plaything, his! No one else should get to touch her. Draco paced back and forth, venting his anger. He sighed, pushing his hand through his semi wet hair, before going over to his wardrobe and grabbing the clothes he wanted for that day. He would put no more thought into the mudblood's well being; it was bad for his mental health after all.

Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table, playing with her French toast and bacon. Her stomach clenched. She was going to have to deal with Number One right after Draco. She dreaded the thought. She hated this Number One, she wanted the old Number one back. When she had first joined Vox, there was a Number one, who was kind and treated her like she was a person, not like a piece of trash he wiped from the bottom of his shoe. However, that Number one had died in a battle when he had been cornered by aurors and killed; they had expected him to be a deatheater, which he had never been. Soon after his death, Number Five had stepped in to become the new Number One and he had been the leader since then. He had always wanted her, when he had been Number Five, but the Number One then had never let him get close to her. That changed when he became Number One, she became the favorite and the immediate next in line for the position of Number One, and that is the only reason she let Number One do as he liked with her. He was her stepping-stone for her to get the career she wanted.

"Guess who." Someone covered her eyes with their hands and she had to brace herself not to jump a mile high from shock.

"Ron, what are you doing up so early on a weekend?" she asked, as he pulled his hands away and sat down next to her.

He smiled, as he filled his plate with food. "I wanted to see you this morning, before you went off to the library. I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmead today, just you and me. We really haven't had alone time together in a while and I miss you."

Hermione wanted to puke. How in the world did she manage to get the most caring, wife like boyfriend in the world? She did not mind having a caring and gentle acts every once in a while, but Ron was like this all the time and he was never rough with her. She smiled anyway; she needed a submissive husband if she was going to be The Minister of magic. "Sure, I would love that," she said, before kissing him on the cheek. He seemed to swell with pride, before digging into his breakfast.

The two were soon in Hogsmeads, making their way over to Honey Dukes. Once inside, Ron took her to the back of the store. "Where are we going Ron? I want to get some sugar quills."

"Don't worry about that now. Follow me. There is something I want to show you." He took her to the back of the store. He pushed open a door that lead to a small lounging area, that was romantically decorated with reds, hearts, and scented candles. Hermione rolled her eyes when Ron was not looking at her, but still said, "Oh Ron! This is so romantic."

Ron smiled, "I did a couple of favors for Harry with Ginny, so he hooked me up with this. I knew you would like it." He led her over to the deep red loveseat that sat in the corner. He sat down and pulled her into his arms. "Mione, there is something I want to ask you," he said, before kissing her softly.

"What is it?" she asked, already having a feeling of what he was going to do. She placed a smile on her face and kissed him.

He reached into his the pocket of his shirt and pulled out a small red leather box. "This has been in my family for generations, before we became poor. There are seven of them total and they are meant to be given to the women we love. Hermione Granger, will you spend the rest of your life with me?" He opened the box to reveal a seven caret pink diamond, surrounded by two rows of three carat white diamonds. Hermione had not been expecting a ring like this and a look of genuine surprise came on her face, as she gasped and covered her mouth, while staring at the huge engagement ring. Of course she had to say yes, she needed him for her plan. "Yes of course Ron," she smiled and hugged him, before pulling away from him to let him put the ring on her finger. After he did so, he touched his wand to it and said a spell that would resize it to fit her finger perfectly. She stared at the ring on her finger and moved it a little, so that it glistened in the light of the room. Who knew the Weasleys had something that could be considered a small fortune hidden behind their name.

"Hermione, where did you get that necklace from ?" asked Ron looking at the snake that hung from her neck.

Hermione took the necklace in her hand and looked at it,

"My parents gave it to me," she said with ease, as if it was true, "Isn't it pretty?" she asked, while looking at Ron.

Ron scrunched up his face, "I guess, if you are into Slytherin type things. That thing looks so familiar though, like a magical bonding item. Where did your parents find it?"

"In a magazine I think, my parents always have shopping catalogs in the house. What's a bonding item, I have never heard of it," she lied again.

"They're items of jewelry that are used in arranged marriages, to help the bride fall in love with the her husband. It's said that if the item is left on long enough, the two people will become connected through that item and their souls will become infused, so that the couple can feel each other even when they are miles apart. That is why the couples never leave each other. If they take the item off they will lose a piece of their souls and become lost in a sea of depression. My family has the Lion's roar ring. However, we haven't used it in a century… are you okay Hermione?" He asked, touching her face lightly, "You have gone really pale."

Hermione nodded, "I'm fine, I just remembered that I have a Heads' meeting with Dumbledore, and I am late. I need to go." She stood up and kissed, him muttering, "I love you." Before dashing from the room and Honey dukes, she ran into the three broomsticks and went up to the fireplace. Thank Merlin, the Heads were able to have a floo connection to their common room.

As soon as she was in the room, she ran up to the conjoined bathroom and into Draco's room. He was not there. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her nerves; she was going to kill Malfoy. Why had she not studied magical items more when she was younger, she would have known then to not put the cursed item around her neck. She needed to find Draco and have him take the damned thing off, before the side effects began to work on them.

Well, if Draco could call her, maybe she would be able to find him, through the link. She closed eyes and focused her thoughts on Draco. The necklace vibrated against her skin and she let it pull her to where he was. Soon she realized where it was taking her, the Slytherin common room. Great, she would have to deal with them to get to Draco. Walking down the spiral staircase that went deep underneath the black lake, she made her way over to the portrait of a snake preying on a small mouse. The snake looked at her and hissed, "There are no mudbloodssssss allowed in this spaccce."

She ignored the snake and pounded on the door, "You better tell someone in there that I am out here or so help me you will be burned into tiny pieces."

The snake hissed at her again, but slithered away to the other side of the wall.

Draco sat with his friends around the fire. Pansy and a girl named Heather were sitting next to him, each of them taking turns to make out with him. Blaise sat in an armchair, reading and ignoring his man whore of a friend.

"Sssorry for the intrusion Masterssss, but there is a mudblood outside that insisssts on ssspeaking with you Master Malfoy, she threatened to burn my portrait if I did not inform you."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Blaise go see what she wants. I don't want to deal with her fat arse right now." Blaise got up and walked over to the door.

Hermione's mood did not get any better when she saw Blaise Zabini open the door. "What do you want Granger?"

"I need to speak to Dr-Malfoy."

Blaise lifted an eyebrow, noticing her slip. "He does not want any visitors now."

"I don't bloody care what he wants; I need to speak to him now."

"Sorry." He went to close the door, but stopped when he saw her pointing her wand at his forehead.

"Move, now, or I will hex you so that you live in your nightmares for the rest of your bloody pointless life."

He stepped away from the door, with his hands in the air. Hermione walked into the room and noticed Draco sitting on the couch, snogging with some blond girl. She repressed the hint of jealous that began to rise in her. She walked over to the three people on the couch and stood in front of them. She cleared her throat.

Draco let the blond girl go and looked at her, "What?" he asked, through gritted teeth.

Hermione was about to answer, but a gasp from Pansy stopped her, for the girl had grabbed her left hand and pulled it up to her face. "Bloody hell! It's the rose of serenity. Where did you get this? It costs more than Malfoy manor!" she said as she eyed the diamonds, with a hunger never seen in her before.

"My fiancé Ron gave it to me. His family is not as poor as you lot think they are. Take your filthy paws off me, I did not give you permission to touch me you ugly whore." She pulled her hand from Pansy's grasp.

Draco eyes seemed to turn to ice when he heard the word fiancé come from her pouty lips. He glanced at the ring; how the fuck did the Weasel get his grubby hands on something like that?

Pansy gasped and her eyes narrowed, Weasley gave her that type of ring? She moved away from Draco slightly, she had her sights set on a new type of prey, Ronald Weasley would be hers.

Draco stood and started to walk out of the room, when he realized she was not following, he turned and looked at her. She had a look of defiance on her face, which only made his anger rise more. "Are you coming mudblood?" he asked with an arch of a blond eyebrow and a look of boredom on his face.

"Why don't we just take the floo? It's faster than having to trail behind your skinny arse."

She was going to get hell when they got back to the room. He walked over to the fireplace and bowed, holding out his arm towards it, "Mudbloods first," he said arrogantly.

Hermione rolled her eyes before going over to the fire and grabbing a pinch of the emergency floo power that sat on the mantel in a silver jar. She threw it into the fire, it turned an emerald green, and she went into the fire, saying "Heads' common room," as she did so.

Draco went to follow her, but a hand on his arm stopped him, he looked down at the blonde named Heather. "What?" he asked beyond irritated.

She licked her lips seductively and looked him in the eyes "What time do you want me to come over tonight?" she asked.

"I'm busy tonight, come over tomorrow night." He then went through the fire and left the pouting girl behind.

Malfoy came storming through the fireplace, "What the bloody hell is wrong with you Granger!" he yelled as he came through the fire.

She was sitting on the couch, hot angry tears falling down her cheeks as she tried to rip the necklace from her neck, "Do have any idea what you have done Malfoy?" she asked softly, she then looked at him, "Please take this off,"

Draco was silent for a few seconds, his furious rage had left him slightly, he was never truly comfortable around crying women—even if they were mudbloods—but anger still remained in his eyes, "Why?" he asked.

"You know why!" She yelled, while standing up. "I can't have the damn side effects of this thing affecting my life. I can't have my soul attached to yours if I am going to marry Ronald."

That hurt Draco a little, would it really be so horrible to marry him? What was he thinking? He could not marry the mudblood anyway, it would ruin what little was left of the Malfoy name. "Why are you marrying the weasel?" he asked.

She looked confused, why was he changing the subject? "Because I…I l-love him." She stuttered, as she forced the words to leave her mouth.

"Why do I find that so hard to believe Granger?" he asked stepping towards her.

Hermione shook her head, "What I do with my life is no concern of yours Malfoy." She pulled on the necklace again, the chain stayed whole. "I don't want to fall in love with you Malfoy, we aren't compatible that way, take this thing off me."

Compatible? Why was she being so logical, her words hit Draco deep, she did not want to be in love with him, why did he even care? "I can't take it off!" he snapped.

"Why?" she asked, searching his face with her brown eyes to see any signs that he was lying to her.

"Because, I put a spell on it, so that it could not be removed until graduation."

She frowned, "Just undo the spell, or have you forgotten how to do basic spells?"

He glared at her. "That won't work Granger, with the type of item that you have wearing around your neck, normal magic won't work on it. The only magic that it allows is sealing magic, and that is it."

All hope left Hermione's eyes, what was she going to do? She did not want to fall in love with him. A look of stubbornness crossed her face, then she would not, she would not fall in love with him, she would only have lust for him. However, that was easier thought than done. She had to distract herself from her thoughts.

Her eyes darkened to a chocolate brown and she stared Draco seductively and smiled. He watched the sudden change in her; he was taken aback by how fast her countenance had changed. She walked towards him and kneeled at his feet. "I am at your command master."

Draco's own eyes darkened to a deep, cloudy grey and he smirked down at her. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, "You know what to do," he said. She licked her pink lips that glistened, before she leaned forward and took his semi hard cock in her right hand. She pumped her hand up and down a few times, before licking the tip of the head with her tongue. She then lifted his cock to run her tongue along the underside from the hilt to the very tip, she swirled the pink tip of her tongue around the head and then took it into her hot welcome mouth. Draco groaned and ran his hand into her mass of brown curls. She sucked on his cock as if it was a lollipop, swirling her tongue around the head a few times before running the head along her cheek—being careful of her teeth—before letting it out of her mouth with a pop. Draco groaned again. The necklace vibrated against her skin, she was feeling his lust along with her own, her knickers were soaked and her other hand was starting to subconsciously inch toward her clit. Draco opened his eyes just in time to see this action, "Stop!" he ordered. She took her mouth off him and looked up at him with confusion, she did not know what she had done, but then he grabbed her hand and pulled it up. Her eyes went wide; she now understood what she had done wrong. The things Number One did to her when she had done something like this flashed through her mind, would Draco be that cruel, would he not care whether she lived or died from his punishments?

Draco could see the look of sheer terror pass over her face, before she replaced it with a neutral look. Why had she looked so scared? All he was going to do was handcuff her, she had not done anything that bad, it was a natural reaction, and not that he would tell her any of that. "C'mon, let's go up to my room. I have better access to my things there." He then walked off towards his bedroom, Hermione was going to get up to follow him there, but what he said next made her stop. "Don't get up mudblood; I want you to crawl there." And so she did, she crawled through the common room and up the staircase to his room. When he opened the door she crawled inside and waited for his next command. "Get on the bed and kneel like you were a few minutes ago." She did this to, her eyes following him as he went to his trunk at the end of the bed. He opened it and then opened a pocket that was attached to the top of the lid, he pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs that had emeralds embedded in them. Hermione desperately wanted to roll her eyes, even a simple sex toy hand to show off how rich he was. He went around to her and leaned over her to hand cuff her wrists together behind her back. As he leaned in closer to her she inhaled his scent, it was musky, but not overwhelming. Draco smiled, realizing what she was doing. She liked him more than she was willing to admit, but he did not care, at least not at this moment. After the handcuffs were secure, he stood up straight, "Now finish what you started, without your hands."

She leaned forward and down, she licked the underside of the head before trailing her tongue down to this velvety sack, she glided over it, leaving a wet trail behind. He growled, placing his hands in her hair and clenching them into fists. She took his balls into her mouth, sucking on them gently; she was learning quickly that he liked attention to be paid to his balls. She moaned, the sound reverberating around his balls, the necklace was going crazy, she could feel his lust. It flowed from the necklace into her like a wave. It was over whelming, she was practically dripping with need, she needed him, she wanted him, and she was going insane from the scorching need that pulsed inside her. She removed herself from him, "Master, please I need you inside me," she moaned out, as her insides spasm in excitement.

Draco knew that the connection was growing stronger he could feel her lust and need faintly. He thought about denying her, but he himself wanted to be buried deep inside her. "Roll on to your stomach," he ordered. She did so, her face pressed into the bed without the support of her arms to keep her up. He vanished her clothes and roughly pulled her up by her hair, making her arch her back. She yelped in surprise, but then moaned when he rammed himself into her. She was slick and hot as her body took him in, squeezing around him as her excitement grew. Draco moaned, it was as if he was fucking heaven. He pulled her toward him, holding her to his chest as he spun them around and sat on the bed, he laid back as she began to ride him, her back towards his face. He did not like this he wanted to see her face, the way it looked when she was in ecstasy fascinated him. "Turn around mudblood." She did so, and she did it gracefully even though her hands were cuffed behind her back. Once she was positioned right again, she rode him with vigor, moaning, her curls bouncing on her shoulders. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was a gap. "Look at me," he said, while subconsciously putting his hands on her hips to help keep her balanced. She looked at him with half-lidded eyes; they seemed to burn with passion.

She could not stand it; she leaned down and captured his lips in a hot kiss. He gently bit down on her pouty bottom lip, making her moan and open her mouth to his aggressive tongue. He explored her mouth as his hands traveled up her sides to her breasts; he pinched her nipples, making her moan again. His hands then traveled to her face holding her face in place. He groaned as she tightened even more around him, his seed filled her and she groaned milking him for all he was worth. She was exhausted and being unable to hold herself up because of the handcuffs, she collapsed on top of Draco her face buried in his neck. Her breathing was hard and her breath scattered across his neck, making him shiver. "Thank you Master," she whispered, before kissing his earlobe He undid the handcuffs, she stayed where she was too tired to get off him. She then fell asleep. Draco held her, for a while, he soon also fell asleep. A few hours later Draco woke up to Hermione moaning in her sleep. He looked at her, the moonlight shone on her face. His eyes grew wide as the black star underneath her left eye seemed to stare up at him.

He ran his hand through his hair, "Bloody hell," he whispered.

A/N sorry it took me so long to update, this story is finished. I had it turned into a hardcover book and sent it to my best friend for her birthday I was waiting for her to finish it before I posted the rest for everyone else to read. She finished it a while ago, but I have been busy and it simply slipped my mind. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter.
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