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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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She was running through a forest, her red meeting cloak flowing behind her. He was chasing her. She could hear him screaming after her, yelling that she was his and would be forever. Her soul would belong to him in the end. No matter how fast she ran he was always two steps behind her. She tried to throw wandless spells at him, but the magic would not come from her hands. She cried out in anger, she did not want him to be her master her, she wanted Draco. Suddenly, she ran into a hard body, she looked up to see Draco standing there. Panic ran through her, if Number One saw Draco he would surely kill him. She did not want him to die she…he meant a lot to her. She could hear Number One scream in anger as he saw Draco and he muttered a spell that he had been working on and she knew it would bring Draco a slow and painful death. She jumped in front of his body, shielding him from the ray of bright purple light…

Hermione jolted awake from her nightmare, sweat ran down her face and she breathed heavily. Wildly she looked around the room and realized she was in Draco's room, in his bed, but there was no Draco beside her. Suddenly she gasped and grabbed the left side of her face, it was on fire. This is when it hit her; she was late for her meeting with Number One! She glanced around and found a small grandfather clock on Draco's bedside table it was ten o'clock. Her eyes go wide with fear, she was two hours late. She was as good as dead or worse being held against her will for days while he reminded her of her place over and over again.

Quickly she threw the black sheets off her and ran to the bathroom before entering her room. She threw on her red cloak and made sure that any bruises she had gotten from Draco were hidden. She sighed when she realized that the bruises that Number One had given her had been healed and now he would be furious with her for removing them completely. She left her wand on her bed; she went back into the bathroom and made the symbol on the mirror, and pushed herself through it. Once she was in the room of mirrors she got down on her knees and began crawling to his chambers; if she came into his chamber walking like his equal—after she had been late—he would most likely kill her the minute he saw her.

She watched her hands move underneath her as she crawled on the hard stone ground, her eyes widened when she noticed that Ron's engagement ring still sat on her finger. She could not take if off now. Closing her eyes she sighed and focused her magic on the ring covering it with an invisibility glamour, when she opened her eyes again, the ring had successfully disappeared. She entered his chambers, it was almost pitch-black, the only source of light was coming from a roaring fire. She could make out his silhouette; he was holding a glass of deep red wine, which sparkled in the firelight. On the outside he looked relaxed and composed, but she knew from experience he was anything but; one wrong movement or word would set him off. She stayed there at the entrance, not daring to move or speak before he told her to do so.

Her knees were cold from the stone beneath them and her arms were becoming tired. Finally he spoke, "Come here Number Twelve," his voice was even, but she could tell it was laced with anger. "I am feeling generous tonight. I will give you one chance to explain to me why you are late and why you ignored my calls. If the reason is good enough, I will then decide how severe your punishment will be."

Hermione kept her head lowered, "Professor Snape kept me late Master. He was punishing me for helping Longbottom with his potion again. I only did it because he was about to blow up the entire class and I did not want to be injured before I came to you tonight master." The lie fell easily from her lips.

"How did he punish you?"

"He had me take inventory of the school's stock of ingredients and his own private stock. I have to be back tomorrow night to finish master."

"Very well, I will accept that answer for now, but I think I will have Severus pay me a visit tomorrow night to make sure you aren't lying to me. What time do you start your detention?"

Panic coursed through her, but she did not let it show. What was she going to do? "Eight o'clock master."

"Very good. Now come here and kneel between my legs, with your back facing me."

She did as he said, even though she knew what was coming next. First he slipped a thick, black leather collar around her neck and then he tied a black, silk scarf around her head, making it impossible for her to see anything that he would be doing to her. "Stand up." She stood up and he took hold of her arms so that he could guide her over to where he wanted her. "Stay." She heard him walk away from her as she stood in the middle of the room.

Soon his footsteps returned and Hermione heard the sound of something being dropped to the ground near her feet, from previous punishments, she knew that what he dropped was a pile of rope. His movements sounded confident as he circled her, his expensive drangonhide shoes clicked on the floor. She knew that because of his mannerisms this early in his little game, he would be doing the work by his own hands instead of with a wand and magic, this was not a good thing.

He started by binding each of her wrists tightly behind her back, once they were secure he moved to retrieve the next length of rope. "Hold your arms out behind you," Number One demanded sternly. She did as she was told; he then moved in and began wrapping the rope around her, just above her breasts. This rope was tied with a slack knot, confusing Hermione as to what purpose they held. Before her thoughts could wander further she felt another rope being tied tightly, low around her waist and between her legs. Number One took longer tying the knots for this section, taking extra care to make sure that the rope was tight, and that it pulled in between sensitive area between her legs.

"Get on the ground and lie on your stomach Number Twelve." His voice had changed somehow since his last command, but she could not place what the change was. When she finally maneuvered her way to the ground in a somewhat graceful fashion, he took a firm hold of her ankle and bent her knee so that her ankle was against her upper thigh. Taking another length of rope he secured her ankle in place and moved to duplicate the action to the other leg. By this point Hermione's mind was racing, what was he planning to do with her like this?

A few moments passed where Hermione just laid on the cold, stone floor while she could hear Number One moving about. Another minute or two passed before she felt him tying lengths of rope to her bound wrists, and others to the ropes around her chest, hips, and to each bound ankle. He then tied the ends of each of these addition ropes to a metal ring that had been lowered from the ceiling. Securing the ropes tightly to the ring, and forcing Hermione's wrists and ankles to be pulled upwards, Number One walked away, and moments later, Hermione felt herself being lifted off the ground, suspended by the ropes. She was raised a good few feet above the floor before she heard him lock the chain into place so it would not drop her to the ground before he was done with her.

Hermione's full weight was pulling on her arms and legs, as gravity worked its own magic; the blood was quickly rushing down from the limbs, making them feel numb. She ground her teeth together, willing every muscle in her throat and face not to let a sound come out, as it all started to become painful. To her left she could hear a cabinet click closed and she knew that could only mean one thing, he was bringing out one of his specials toys, which meant he must've been beyond furious with her.

"Tell me Number Twelve, do you know what happens to me when I know I am being lied to?"

"No Master, I do not." She bit her lip to try and help suppress the anxiety that was building within her. He had seen through her lie like she was an open window. Her limbs were now completely numb, and gravity pulled on her body harder than ever, making her muscles scream with strain and tiredness. The rope dung into her skin. She soon realized the rope he used was not normal rope, but magical bondage rope, that with time would heat up until it was burning the skin of the submissive. It was up to her master to stop the effects from causing serious damage and any normal semi-sane dominate would do that, however she could not count on him to stop it, she would have to live with whatever happened to her skin.

Suddenly, she felt something soft like a feather touch the flesh of her thigh, but all too soon the gentle touch turned into a scalding burn searing her skin and leaving a temporary burnin its wake. He had to be using a corrupted phoenix feather, instead of having healing properties it would burn the skin of anything that touched it. Corrupted phoenix feather came from phoenixes so overcome with sorrow or anger that it turned black with dark magic, never to heal or love again.

She bit her lip again—this time hard enough to draw blood—so she would not make the sound that he wanted to hear. She still had a tiny bit of her left that wanted to rebel against him. She did not like this man, she did not want him to dominate her, but it all came down to power in the end and that is what she wanted.

Number One spun her body so that it twirled in the air, her weight pulled even harder at the ropes, even though she could not see, the sensation made her dizzy and sick. When the momentum stopped she felt something press against her lips. She did not need to see to know what it was, it was his prick. Without having to hear the order, she opened her mouth. He shoved his cock inside mouth and used her weight to swing her back and forth, fucking her mouth. She gagged as his dick hit the back of her throat hard several times in a row. He growled, she could tell this was not enough for him, what was he planning next?

He stopped fucking her mouth and then she heard the sound of him snapping his fingers and the sound of a house elf popping into the room. "Get Greyback." Was all he said.

Hermione blood ran cold, he was bringing Greyback here? She had only ever heard of the stories of what he did to women. Seconds after hearing the leaving pop of the elf she heard the swish of the fireplace being used.

"You called?" she heard a deep toned voice say.

"I owe you for last week Greyback, so I have invited you here tonight to help me with punishing Number Twelve."

Hermione was tense, he had never done something like this before, he was not one to share, but tonight he was acting differently. This worried her, how long would she be here for?

She jumped when she felt long, sharp nails move over her thigh. "Mmm…yes, she is very nice." She then felt a hot rough tongue lick the side of her right breast, her skin crawled. Suddenly, however, she became aware of the rope in between her legs; the heat there was beginning to hurt the sensitive flesh it pushed against. She wanted to cry out, but knew better, Number One would do nothing to help her. "Let's get her on the floor, and out of these ropes, it's no fun if she can't struggle as I take her," said Greyback.

Hermione felt little relief at this; at least she would now be out of the ropes and on the ground. She heard the sounds of chains being uncoiled and then she felt herself being lowered to the ground. Next she heard the ropes being cut and felt her legs being released from the uncomfortable position they had been in. Strong arms lifted her up, but her legs were still weak from the little to no circulation they had gotten in the past fifteen minutes. The arms continued to hold her, she then felt someone forcibly kiss her. She could tell it was not Number One, for the breath of this man tasted different like stale alcohol and cigarette smoke. He forced his rough tongue into her mouth, before he forced her to kiss him back by biting hard into her lower lip. He drew blood and sucked it away with his lips, he groaned after this, "Her blood is as sweet as cherries," he growled. Her lip throbbed. She felt someone come up behind her, and move her hair to the side, lips scraped along the side of her neck before biting down into the thin flesh there, also drawing blood. She gasped, as the hot lips of Number One moved across her skin, removing the traces of blood that wept from the wound. "Yes, it is very sweet," he seemed to purr against her neck.

"I want to see her eyes," said Greyback, he lifted the blindfold from her face and she was finally able to see what he looked liked. He had high cheek bones and pointed nose and chin. His eyes were a light brown as was his hair which was long a wavy. He wore a black button down shirt and black trousers. If it weren't for the fact that she knew of the horrible crimes he had been involved with and that one of his victims had been someone she was close to, she would have found him attractive, but the things she knew about him clouded her judgment and she felt herself being repulsed. "You don't like me, do you pet?" he asked with a grin on his face, showing off his inhuman like canines.

She had the urge to spit in his face, but she repressed it, she rather not be killed by a man like him.

He grabbed her around the back and pulled her close to him. His nails then dug into her skin and pulled in an outward motion, ripping her skin. A whimper left her mouth, as she felt the ten cuts begin to warm and spill blood. Greyback chuckled before taking her mouth again, reopening the wound that had begun to coagulate, she could taste the iron in her mouth, it made her want gag.

Number One got on the bed, "bring her here," he said. Greyback moved her onto the bed. Number one grabbed her and positioned her over his cock. He slammed into her and she cried, out, the blistering flesh of her vagina ripped at his intrusion. She felt no pleasure from this assault, only pain. "Greyback, you take her from behind." Hermione's muscles stiffened as he continued to fuck her. Greyback got onto the bed and Number One only stopped long enough, so that the werewolf could position himself behind her. Without warning or preparing her properly, he forced himself into her; his cock was dry, as was her rectum. Tears coursed down her cheeks, the pain was too intense. The two men groaned, as they took her from both ends. The air smelt heavily of blood, sex, and sweHer mind began to become unfocused, no longer caring what happened to her as long as she did not have to be present in her mind, while they had their fun with her. They were not going to be done for at least a few more hours.
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