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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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Chapter Fourteen: True Jealously

The sound of the thud awoke Draco from strange dream of being inside Hermione's mind. He grabbed his wand and muttered a spell to light the room. The light shone into the bathroom, where the door had been left open, and he could clearly see the unconscious body of Hermione lying face down on the floor. "Hermione!" he yelled, he threw the sheets off himself and quickly reached her side in very few strides. The bathroom illuminated itself as soon as he walked over the threshold of the door. He could now clearly see blood trickling down her sides onto the floor. Slowly, he used his wand to cut away the deep red cloak that she was earning. He had to look away when he saw the chaotic mess that was her back. Deep, long, cuts covered her back. "I have to get you to the hospital wing…" he mumbled.

Hermione stirred, as if she had heard him, she tried to push herself onto her hands and knees, but her limbs refused to hold her up and she collapsed heavily back on the floor. She moaned out the few words she could muster, "Not the Hospital wing," she took a deep breath which only caused her more pain, "They can't see me like this," another breath, "To many questions."

Draco could see her reasoning, if he ever got injured during a deatheater meeting, he would not go to the hospital wing. Instead he would go to Severus, who would heal him without any questions as to what he had done to anger the Dark Lord. "I have some questions myself, but those can wait. I need to get Severus; he will be able to keep quiet trust me." By this time she was completely unconscious and his words fell on deaf ears.

He knew he should not move her until Severus was able to get her bleeding to stop. He had to be fast; he could not let her loose anymore blood. As fast as he could he pulled open the main door to the bathroom and ran down the flight of stairs to the common room. He fell to his knees in front of the fireplace and grabbed a handful of floo powder. "Professor Snape's Chambers!" he yelled as he threw it into the fire, making it turn a brilliant shade of emerald green. He stuck his head into the fire, "Severus! Severus! Wake up! I need your help!" He yelled, as he tried to catch his breath, which he had not realized he had been holding.

The form of Severus Snape came rushing into the room. "What is it Draco, What happened?"

"It's Hermione. She has been hurt pretty badly, but won't let me take her to the hospital wing. You will need blood replenishing potions and healing salve." He then remembered What Number One had said to her in his dream, should he heed the warning for her sake, or completely heal her? For some strange reason, he did care about her and did not want her to die at the hands of an apparently mad man. "Make sure the salve is a minor one, she needs to have scares left behind."

Severus turned from his medicine chest to look at him confused, "What?"

Draco shook his head, "I'll explain after she is healed, now hurry up. I will be waiting for you with her in the bathroom." Draco pulled his head out of the fire and ran back to the bathroom. During the four minutes he was gone from her side, she had somehow managed to turn onto her back and blood now pooled beneath her body. She was broken out in a cold sweat from shock, and Draco was mortified to see burn lines under her breasts, vertically down her torso. His eyes followed the line and could tell both her clit and her folds were burnt too, to the point that they were red and swollen with small blisters forming over them. His own goods sympathized with hers.

"Hermione can you hear me, are you conscious?"

She mumbled and her eyes rolled back in her head. He leaned in closer to her face to hear what she was saying, "I am sorry master. I won't lie again." Over and over she mumbled this. He could tell that she was delirious. Severus came to the door of the bathroom and rushed to her side.

"What in Merlin's bloody name happened to her?" he asked as he began taking the corks out of the potion bottles and the lids off the jars of salve.

"I only know some of what happened, I saw it in a dream… at least I think it was a dream."

"Hold her head up, I need to give her a potion to help heal any fractures to her bones or internal bleeding she might have. What happened in this dream?"

Draco gently lifted her head to an angle where she would be able to sallow the potion. Severus, pushed the rim of the bottle to her lips until she parted them and let the liquid be poured door her throat. The concoction burned her throat and Draco had to hold down her arm in order to keep her from pushing it away. Severus rubbed her throat to help her sallow.

"It was like I was inside her head. I saw what she saw, I felt what she felt. When I came into the dream he was talking to her about trust."

"Who was talking to her?" Severus asked, as he put some healing salve on her stomach partially healing some of the burns on the front of her body.

Draco stomach clenched, should he tell Severus who he saw doing this to her. Would Severus go to Voldemort with the information? This was when the shock hit Draco that he was more scared for her than he was for himself. Malfoys did not care about anyone else but themselves, what was going on with him? He decided to not tell the whole truth to Severus. "She was blindfolded I couldn't see him. She called him master, and he told her if she got rid of the lessons he gave her that the next time around he would do worse to her. That is why we cannot heal the scars away."

Severus looks at him with a lifted eyebrow, "Do you care for the girl's well being now Draco?"

Draco knew he had to act quickly, or his behavior would seem suspicious. "No, I don't care about her well being. It's just if she is hurt or damaged I can no longer have my fun with her."

Severus stared at him; he talked about Hermione as if she was an object. He then shook his head; Draco still had a lot to learn. "Here," he said handing Draco a jar of the healing salve. "I need you to rub this into her vagina in order to heal those blisters and burns she has."

Draco took the jar from the man and scooped some of the salve onto his fingers and moved down her body, clearing the more minor burns as he went. His soft long fingers touched her folds and her body jerked in response and she tried to move away from him. She started to cry, "I'm sorry master, I won't do it again, I'm sorry." She started to mumble again.

He rubbed a little softer after this, making sure to cover all the blisters a burnt tender flesh and watched as the flesh began to repair itself. He looked closer and saw that there was dried blood around her anus.

He shook his head in disgust, "He didn't even prepare her before he took her up the arse. Bloody arsehole, he is just an animal!" He then gently started to rub the salve into her anus. Hermione seemed to nearly jump out of skin at the touch, but calmed when Draco placed a hand on her forehead and rubbed his thumb back and forth over the center between her eyes and above her nose.

Severus watched this action with interest, but kept his thoughts on the matter a secret. "We should turn her over now and heal those cuts on her back." Draco nodded and the two then slowly turned her over. Severus spelled away the blood and preformed a silent spell to stop the now minor bleeding that was happening. He then took the rest of the healing salve and spread it over her back, healing the cuts into thick, narrow scars. "We should put her in her bed now and I will give her an antibiotic and a dreamless sleep potion. I should also tell you that she should not partake in sex for at least three days, she needs to heal fully or she will be a risk of having her flesh tear, in which case she will need to be taken to the infirmary to have more extensive healing done, at which time there is no say on whether or not her scares should be healed. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir. Please do not tell anyone about this night to anyone. Do you agree?" He placed his hand out in front of him for Severus to take. Severus looked at the offered hand and then to the serious look in

Draco's eyes; he understood that the younger wizard wanted to make a wizard oath to insure him to secrecy. This girl meant more to Draco than he was willing to admit. It reminded him of the way he had felt for Lily, but it had been too late by the time he had built up enough courage to tell her how he really felt.

"Do you agree?" Draco asked again. His voice brought Severus out of his reverie.

"Yes, I agree to keep this a secret" he said, before Draco's hand. Draco took out his wand and pointed it at their joined hands a blue stream of light came from the tip and intertwined around there hands, it disappeared quickly, leaving behind a mark that would last for the next few hours.

Their hands parted and Draco gently lifted Hermione into his arms and carried her into her room and over to her bed. Severus followed and pulled her covers back, he also cast a heating charm on the sheets, so that her muscles and body would relax once under them. Once she was placed in the bed and covers pulled over her, she seemed to awaken a bit, "Where am I?" she asked.

"Safe in your own bed, Professor Snape is going to give you two potions; you need to drink them both," said Draco, while he pushed some of her bushy hair out of her face. She nodded and Severus administered the two potions to her. Now with the dreamless sleep potion in her system she fell asleep quickly.

Draco then led Severus down to the common room and to the fire place. "Thank you Severus. You have always been a good friend and you helped my greatly tonight. I would have not been able to do it without you."

Severus nodded, "Your welcome Draco. I only have one thing I want to say to you. Don't wait until it's too late like I did. Let her know how you feel." Severus held up his hand to silence Draco when he opened his mouth to protest. "You may say you feel nothing for the girl, that she is just a toy for your amusement, but if that were true, why did you not just leave her on that bathroom floor tonight to fend for herself? Don't wait until she is gone to tell her how you feel, or you will regret it for the rest of your life." And with that said, Severus, grabbed some floo powder and went back to his chambers through

the emerald green flames.

Draco stood there slightly shocked at the blunt words his professor and friend just told him. However, somewhere deep in his heart he knew the man was right, but he did not know if he would ever truly be able to grasp the courage he need to shed the facade he had worked so hard to build and open up to her about how he truly felt. He runs a frustrated hand through his blond locks. Besides, she would never see him as anything more than a fuck, she was going to marry that weasel prick. He climbed the stairs up to his room and then into his bed. He laid there for a few moments, but he was uncomfortable. He must have gotten use to her lying form beside him, because it felt strange to be in the big bed alone. He sighed and threw the covers off him and got out of the bed. He then made his way to her room and lied do next to her. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. In her subconscious sleep she snuggled into him and relaxed against his body. He sighed content, just this once, he would only let this happen one time. The rest of the time required sex beforehand.

Hermione awoke when the sun shone through the windows and onto her face. She stretched, and then she opened her eyes when she realized she was in a bed and someone was holding her protectively. How had she gotten there? She looked over her shoulder to see Draco ang relaxed visibly, all the while thanking Merlin that it was not Number One. She wondered why he was in her bed, did they have sex again last night after she had gotten back from being with Number one. What had happened to all her wounds that she had received and why the bloody hell could she not remember anything after leaving

Number One's chambers? Draco's arm tightened its hold around her and pulled her closer to him. She felt safe. She also felt his morning wood against her butt. She smiled and teasingly rubbed her arse against him. He moaned in his sleep and grind against her, before he stopped and fully came to his senses.

"Stop that. We can't have sex right now, and you are being a tease." He said sleepily with his eyes still closed, his breathing ruffled her hair.

Saying Hermione was confused would have been an understatement. Draco Malfoy, sex god of the Slytherins and player of the year, did not want to have sex? He just wanted to lay there and hold her as if they were some type of couple? Had she entered a different universe the night before? "Um…Malfoy…err…Draco. Are you feeling alright?"

He managed an 'mmmhmm' it was obvious he was tired.

"Why can't we have sex?" she asked after a minute to fully make sure she was awake and not in some sort of insane dream.

"Because you could reopen your scars if we have sex and then you would have to go to the infirmary to get treated. And I know you don't want to have to explain where you got them from," He said exasperatedly. He desperately wanted to go back to the dream he had been having.

Hermione frowned, trying to make since of what he was saying. She had scares? who had healed her? Then the memory of what Number one had said the night before came back to her. "This time, I do not want to see that you have healed them completely, there must be scars." Fear suddenly enveloped her in its tight grasp and she pulled herself of Draco's arms; she ran into the bathroom and looked at herself in the huge mirror. She relaxed when she saw that there were still faint scars from what happened the night before still on her body. The flashes from the night before came back to her like a tidal wave. All the things he did and said to her. How Greyback had tore at her flesh like it was some type of toy. They made her feel like she was some type of disgusting creature.

Something red on the floor caught her eye and she looked down her Vox cloak laid in a crumpled two piece heap on the floor. Blurred memories of Draco and someone else helping her came to the front of her mind. How had Draco known not to heal her fully?

"Granger, are you okay?" asked Draco, as he came to the door of the bathroom.

She nodded and continued looking at herself. She could still feel Number One her. She could still feel Number One in her. She needed a shower; she needed to wash his scent off her. "I need a shower," she said with haste before rushing over to the shower. She did not even wait for the water to get the temperature that she liked. The cold water rushed over her skin and felt like tiny needles piercing her back. She grabbed the soap and a washcloth, and began to lather the two together. Just as she was about to scrub her vagina raw, a hand on her wrist stopped her. It was Draco.

"Don't do that Granger. You'll rip the new flesh that just grew last night."

Tears filled Hermione's eyes; she tried to rip her wrist from his grasp, but was unsuccessful. "I need to wash him off of me. I can still smell him on me. I need to wash it off."

Draco could see she was on the verge of a panic attack. "Then let's take a bath with scented bubbles and I will help you wash so you don't tear anything." He reached behind her and turned off the water.

She looked at him confused, that was happening a lot to her this morning. "Why are you being so nice to me?" She asked, her tone conveying that she was suspicious.

Draco held up his hands in a defensive pose. "Don't go getting a crazy idea like I love you or care about you or anything like that. I just want to get you all healed up so that we can fuck again. Wasn't that our deal?" he asked.

Hermione felt her heart sink a little, but she was not sure why. Had she been hoping that he would say that he loved her and wanted to be with her longer than just up to graduation? She shook her head; the necklace she was wearing had to be affecting her judgment. Why would Draco Malfoy want to be with her exclusively anyway? She was a muggleborn and not someone he wanted to be seen with outside in public. This was strictly a benefits relationship. She would just have to keep reminding herself of that.

"Of course, how stupid of me. Sorry." She said, her voice sounded small and not like herself.

Draco was confused by the sadness he saw in her eyes. Had she wanted him to say something else? And the way her voice sounded so small was not like her at all. He had to mentally shrug off the hope that had been building inside of him at the thought that she too might want to be with him. He shook his head. That was just the boding magic talking.

Draco cleared his throat and turned away from her. He went to the tub's faucets and turned on the water, he selected two scents for the bubbles, vanilla and black raspberry; he knew she would like these, since she always smelled of them anyway. As he watched the tub fill with water and a mountain of sweet smelling bubbles, a thought struck him. He knew of something that would make Hermione

feel good and help her get some more rest, which is what she needed.

He turned to look at her, she had been watching him and thinking hard about something, but what he had no idea. "Stay here. Don't get in yet. I'll be right back."

Once he was sure that she was going to stay where she was he ran to his bedroom and opened his trunk. In the one of the pockets attached to the underside of the lid stuck out a tiny thin vial filled with clear liquid. He took the vial in his hands and went straight back into the bathroom. The water had shut off and the tub was now filled with soothing looking hot water. Hermione sat o the edge of the bathtub and for the first time since they had awakened, Draco realized that she was still fully naked from the night before and for a second he stopped to take in her beauty as she dragged her forefinger of her left hand through the water, seeming to play while she waited. He went over to the bathtub and uncorked the vial. He gently tipped it over the water and only let one drop fall in. Instantly the water turned a light topaz blue color and seemed to shimmer. He re-corked the bottle and set it on the bathroom counter.

"You can get in he said." She seemed to look hesitant to enter the water after he had added the potion.

"What was the potion you added to the water?" she asked, her eyes seeming transfixed on the way the water now shimmered.

"It was a potion my mother used to have made for me. She would use it when I was sick, so it would make me feel better and I use it now after qudditch practice to help my muscles relax after being so tense. It will help you relax and it may help you feel sleepily so that you can rest. The more you rest the faster you will heal. Do you want me to get in with you?" he asked, hoping it would ease her suspicion of him.

"Yes," was all she said.

Draco removed his sleeping pants and boxers and got into the water. The potion immediately started to work on his muscles and relax him. "See," he said, while looking at her, "Nothing bad happened. Now get in."

The necklace seemed to pull her to him again. She lifted her legs slowly and moved them over the edge of the tub so that they now dangled in the water. She pushed herself in and the water came to her chest while standing. The sweet smell of vanilla and raspberry filled her nose and enveloped her in its scent. Her muscles relaxed and she let out a small groan of gratitude, it had been a long time since her body had felt this relaxed and she relished every minute of it. "Thank you," she said, her eyes now closed in contentment.

"You're welcome. It was the last good thing my mother gave me before she disappeared." She could tell by his tone that he was both angry and sad at the thought of his mother and Hermione wondered briefly if she should tell him that she knew of where she was. In the end, however, she thought best against it. If she told him the whereabouts of his mother, she would then have to tell him how she knew this and that would lead to her telling him about Vox, which was not the conversation she wanted to have right now. She felt him touch her back, which made her come out of her inner debate with herself. "What are you doing?" she asked.

He had a washcloth in his hand, already soaped up. "I am going to wash you, just relax."

He started with neck, gently running the soft cloth over her skin and down to her shoulder, before sweeping it over her back and starting on the other shoulder before going up her neck. He laid a kiss on the side of her neck, before guiding her over to the shallow end of the tub where a bench was built in for the bather to use however they liked. Draco lifted her onto the bench. He then looked in her eyes and said simply, "This is the only time during the duration of the deal that I am going to be gentle with you. Today and only today you are allowed to call me Draco. Do I make myself clear?"

Hermione nodded, even though she was confused by his behavior. Draco took the washcloth and picked up more of the soap bubbles onto it, he then moved it from her shoulder and down over her breast, wetting her taut nipple, before moving further down to her navel. He leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak, before pulling on it with his lips. Hermione let out a small groan and her hand went into his white blonde locks, holding his head close to her body. He kissed her in the center between her breasts before pulling away to continue washing her. The washcloth moved down to her navel again. Her dark pink center waited for him, her folds were swollen, both from the healing process that they were going through and her extreme arousal at was happening that very minute. She had never been turned on in such a way before and she began to feel special, knowing Draco was doing this for her for some unusual reason. Softly, and gently as possible he move the washcloth over the healing flesh and at the same time he enticed a moan out of her.

"Does that make you feel better?" he asked her. Her eyes were closed, but she nodded her head. He swiped her engorged clit with the pad of his soft thumb. "Now remember, we can't have sex," he said softly, as if he was reminding himself instead of her. Hermione whimpered, but nodded her head. Draco moved her further onto the bench so that her swollen center was no longer underneath the topaz colored water. He knew he could not use his fingers to pump into her, since it may tear the soft aroused flesh, so he would have to depend on only his mouth to give her an orgasm, which would both help her sleep and the mediwizards at ST. Mungos had proven that orgasm helped certain healing salves along.

He leaned forward and down, his long tongue trailed a wet line from her the bottom of her navel to the top of her dripping pussy. She jumped slightly when his tongue slid slowly over the top of her clit, before he circled the excited nub. He gently spread her legs a little farther apart, so that he could get more of his head between her legs. Next, he enveloped her clit in his plump, hot pink lips and sucked on it gently.

Hermione let out a deep moan and ran her hand into his hair. "Oh god, Draco I…I am going to…" she screamed as he trailed his hot, wet tongue over her clit again, before trailing it down her slit to her tight opening that pulsed as he pulled the creamy juices from her and into his mouth. He could not help but groan now. He was rock hard, and there was little he could do about it, for Hermione had passed out exhausted from her orgasm.

He shook his head, just this once he would let it pass. He stood and got out of the tub. Gently, he picked her up and took her to his room. This way, if the weasel and pothead came along they would not find her. He laid her down, before grabbing his wand from the nightstand to mutter a drying spell over her and covered her with the blanket. He then walked around the bed and got into it on the other side. He laid on his back, his cock still fully hard and pulsing, and he had a feeling it would not go away on its own. Sighing, he looked over at Hermione she was sound asleep and he promised himself he would be nice to her for this one day while she was healing after what that sick bastard had done to her.

With his right hand he took his cock into his hand and began to pump his length. He could not believe he was doing this for a girl, a mudblood no less. He had not had to masturbate himself since he had been fourteen. This bond thing was really starting to affect him.

He grunted, he could feel his orgasm building, but soon he became aware of something non-human saying his name, it was the portrait into his room. "What do you want?" he snapped. He grazed his thumb over the dark pink head.

"Sir, the common room portrait says that there are two male students at the door wanting to see the head girl. Should he let them in?" asked a man dressed in on nineteenth century clothes, all the while adverting his eyes from the scene before him.

"Tell him to tell them to go away." Draco groaned, as the man disappeared to the other side of his portrait.

He looked over at Hermione the blanket had fallen down around her stomach; her picturesque breasts were out in the open for his hungry eyes to look at as he stroked himself. "Bloody fucking hell!" he groaned out, as he came, his seed spilling out over his hand and down onto his thigh and stomach. He could not believe he had just done that.

The portrait cleared his throat obviously he was uncomfortable, "Err…sir, they will not leave. Should I have the portrait hole let them in?"

"For Merlin sake, those two are dense!" He took his wand and scrogified himself, before getting off the bed and grabbing his emerald silk green robe from his wardrobe. "Let them in," he said finally, he went through the bathroom, closing both his door and Hermione's bathroom door before going out the main door to the common room. The weasel and scarface were standing in the middle of the room, a look of distaste on their face when they saw it was Draco coming down and not Hermione.

"Where is Hermione?" asked Ron, while glaring at Draco.

"Not here," Draco smirked at them; he knew the cryptic answer would irritate them.

"Well, where is she then Malfoy?" Asked Harry, he hid his irritation and anger better than Ron did, but Draco could tell he was getting to him, which made Draco happy.

"I think I remember her saying something about…" He stopped to pretend think, "What had she so annoyingly said again? I can't seem to remember."

"Well you better bloody remember before I beat you to a pulp! We haven't seen Hermione since yesterday at breakfast," said Ron, his fists clenched tightly at his side.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Beating up the Head Boy equals three month detention with Filch."

Harry had to hold Ron back from lunging at Draco. "Enough with the games Malfoy tell us where she is!" Harry growled.

Draco smirked, he desperately wanted to tell them she was lying naked in his bed, but his common sense got the better of him before he did. "I think she said something about a family reunion or maybe it was an emergency. I can't remember exactly. Anyway, she said she would be back tomorrow morning, so she would not miss her precious classes."

Both boys relaxed slightly, but a confused look appeared on Ron's face, "Why wouldn't she have said something to me before she left?"

Draco shrugged, "How should I know? I'm not the one marrying the annoying know-it-all." His own words seemed to make his stomach clench, he did not like that.

Ron looked dejected, Harry looked suspiciously at Draco, he crossed his arms and seemed to try and stare the blond down, but Draco did not back down. "Why weren't you at breakfast then Malfoy? Isn't it mandatory or something for the Heads to be at breakfast every morning?"

Draco looked down his nose at Harry, "I wouldn't expect you to care Potter, since you do not like reading any of your text books, Heads only have to show up for breakfasts weekdays and Saturday, they can choose to go Sunday mornings."

"Still, why weren't you there?" pushed Harry.

"What does it matter to you Potter?" Draco was the one now to cross his arms over his chest.

"We want to make sure you are not up to anything evil."

Draco lifted and trimmed blond eyebrow, "A bit paranoid there Potter. If you must know, I was having a shag. When your precious Granger is around it is harder for me to sneak the girls in, so I was using the free of Granger time I was given to get laid. Not that either of you Gryffindorks know what it is like to get laid."

"Hermione and I do it all the time!" Ron snapped his face red.

Draco snorted and ran his long fingers through his hair, "Sure you do. You and your sock named Hermione do it all the time I am sure."

Ron looked ready to kill Draco at that moment, but Harry pulled on his arm, "C'mon Ron let's go play some chess. He's not worth it." Harry gave Draco one more glare, before he pulled the steaming red head out of the common room, the portrait hole giving a soft click behind them. Draco sighed in relief, finally they had gone.

He made his way back up the stairs to his room. The portrait leading to his room would not make eye contact with him as he said the password and went inside. He stripped himself of his robe and got back into the bed next to Hermione He wrapped himself around her again gently and put his face in the crook of her neck.

"Did you get rid of them?" she asked, as she pressed herself against him.

Draco opened his eyes to look at her; he had not even realized that she was awake. Looking at her face he saw her eyes were still closed. "Yeah, I told them you had gone to do something with your family and that you would be back in the morning."

'Mmm…' was her reply, before saying "Thanks, I don't think I could have dealt with Ronald right now, he would have driven me up the wall."

Draco remained quiet next to her. Did she really have feelings for the Weasley boy, or had she been faking it? Did that mean he still had a chance? He shook his head to dislodge the thought, now he was just being stupid. The sooner the bonding item was off of her, the better. Draco fell asleep with her in his arms. Neither seemed phased by the act that this was becoming a common occurrence between them.

A few hours later, Draco awoke, he looked to his window and saw the sun had set, it had to be somewhere around eight in the evening; they had slept the entire day away. He felt a small hand grasp his member and slowly begin to pump it. He groaned a little. "Hermione, stop, we can't."

"I have to pay you back for earlier Draco, and giving you a hand job won't tear me to shreds, trust me."

She smiled as she heard her name fall from his full lips.

He groaned again as her thumb ran over the head of his throbbing cock, swirling the precum around. She sat up more so she could use both her hands. Her other hand cupped his balls and rolled them in her hand. His hands fisted at the sheets below him, at this rate he was not going to last long. She stuck to fingers into her mouth, wetting them with her saliva before placing the cool wet tips on the head of the pulsing, hot, cock. He jumped slightly at the cool, wet touches of her fingers, and looked at her with curious eyes. Once the head was wet all the way around, she pointed her lips and blew softly on it, while her warm hand pumped his shaft; giving him the sensation of the warm friction of her hand pumping him and the cool feel of the air moving over the wet sensitive part of his cock. He groaned.

"Just this once Draco, come for me," she said, while moving her hand harder and faster as she got him off.

Hearing her say his name and wanting him to come for her, made Draco's mind go on overload and he came with a growl. His seed spurted all over her hand, while some hit her breasts. She licked the cum off her hand, before moving to her chest and wiping the cum off there with her finger and sticking it in her mouth. She looked up to meet his eyes, her finger still in her mouth. She could not place the emotion in his eyes that seemed to mix with confusion, "What?" she asked, with her finger still in her mouth, before she quickly took it out and looked at curiously.

Draco shook his head, "I think I am going insane, that's all." He sat up and put his legs over the side of the bed. "I'm going to go get us something to eat from the house elves. I'll be down in the common room if you need me. Stay here and relax, I'll be back in a few minutes."

Hermione nodded before she said, "I think I am going to go get some of my homework to work on. That will relax me."

Draco shook his head; he could not believe that she found homework relaxing. He walked out of his room and down to the common room. "I need a house elf," he called.

With a tiny pop, a small elf appeared wearing a blue pillowcase over her tiny body. "What can Mimi do for sir Malfoy?" she asked, bowing.

"Bring me two servings of what was served for dinner and desert tonight." The elf bowed and disappeared with a pop.

Draco closed his eyes, flashes from the few moments before passed before them. A sense of enjoyment had passed through him when he saw her licking his cum off her hand and breasts. He could feel their souls becoming even more tangled together the more time they spent together. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He had never meant for this to happen, he had never thought that he would have feelings for her, he only thought that they would have lust together, but the more time he spent with her the less time he wanted to be away from her and it had not even been a week since she had started wearing the necklace, he did not think things would have gotten out of control so fast. He had just thought that the necklace would give him power over her, but it was so much more than that now.

"Mister Malfoy, there is a young blonde girl outside, should I let her in?" Draco looked down at himself, all he was wearing were boxers, and he knew the girl on the other side of the portrait was

Heather. Draco licked his lips; maybe if he let her in it would help him figure out where his emotions really lied. He opened the door for her and she came in with a sultry smile. Immediately she pushed him against the wall and pressed her perfectly shaped heart lips against t his, her tongue snaking out of her mouth to glide across his soft lower lip. He did not kiss her back, he could not bring himself to, his insides curled and he felt disgust at himself and her, his soul was telling him this was not right.

She pulled away from him to look at him with confusion. "Something wrong baby?" she asked, she ran her long finger nailed hands over his chest dragging her nails lightly over it, which made his skin tingle. He did not answer her, he was too consumed with his own thoughts on why his body was not reacting to her touch like it always had. She smiled again and said, "I know what will get you out of that stupor you're in." She kneeled down in front of him and took his limp cock out of his boxers and began stroking it. Draco squirmed under her touch, but it was not out of pleasure. Nothing she was doing felt right. Then he felt her tongue on him. Suddenly, a feeling of jealously washed through him, but it was not his emotion he was feeling. Quickly, his eyes went to portrait who of his room and he saw Hermione with the door cracked watching him. She closed it quickly when she saw that he was looking at her. Draco could not stand feeling her wet tongue on his not even semi-hard cock anymore.

"Stop," he said, pushing her face away from his dick.

She looked shocked, no guy had ever pushed her away from him before and she had been with Draco before and he had never stopped her, "What?" she asked, as she stood up.

"I'm not feeling up to this tonight. Leave," he said.

Anger came over her face, "Not feeling up to it? You the bloody fucking man whore of Slytherin? Bull shit Malfoy. You have some other girl here getting you off already, I could taste her fragrance all over you prick! If you don't want me then you are missing out!" She yelled at him, before storming out of the room, her blonde hair flying behind her.

Draco sighed with relief at having her out of his presence and stuffed his cock back into his boxers.

A tiny pop was once again heard within the room and two house elves appeared holding trays of food and drink. "Where would sir Malfoy like to eat?" they asked in union.

Anger both his own and Hermione's ran threw him like a stampede. "Take it up to my bedroom." He said in an aggravated tone as he waved his hand in as a sign of dismissal and the elves disappeared once again with a pop.

Draco debated with himself on whether or not he should go up and talk to her, or stay where he was until he was sure she had either gone to her room or went to sleep. Then he stopped to think, why was he nervous? It was not like he was having an affair behind her back. He could be with whomever he wanted, it was just at the moment he did not want Heather that was all; he was still the player he had always been. With that thought stuck in his head he went up the stairs and into his room. Hermione was still there. She sat on his bed a plate of food in her hands while she read a book that was balanced in her lap. He could tell by looking at her eyes that she was not reading, but simply staring at the book, and she had not touched her food, it had just sat there balanced on her hand. Finally, she looked up at him and said, "Why aren't you down stairs still? You looked like you were having a good time Malfoy."

He internally winced at hearing her call him 'Malfoy, but he shrugged on the outside and got onto the bed next to her, grabbing his own plate from one of the trays that sat near the edge of the bed.

"I did not feel like doing it with her. Why do you care anyway?" He took a bite of roasted pork, before looking at her.

She adverted her eyes from his and played with her food. "I don't care; you can bloody fuck whoever you want. It's not like I have feelings for you other than lust." The feelings rolling off her confused

Draco, he felt jealously and sadness from her, which did not go along with her angry words. Nevertheless, he still felt insecure and angry at her words and his own feelings.

A/N I am looking for a beta for this, so that I can post it on Granger Enchanted.
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