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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 Fifteen: The Yule Ball Approaches

The Monday morning light shone in onto the sleeping couple, who slept separated from each other, in the Head Boy's bed. For reasons only known to Merlin himself, they were unable to be away from each other during rest, and even though Hermione had gone to her own room the night before, at some point during the night she had found her way back into his bed. However, he either did not feel her or did not care that she was there, for he never once touched her during the night, which left her feeling disappointed and oddly lonely, this in turn did not give her a good night's rest.

Draco rolled over in bed and opened his eye, Hermione's back faced him. He glared at the back of her head, as if it was her fault that he had not gotten a good night's rest. Getting out of the bed, he grumbled as he went to the bathroom for a shower. He was still miffed that she had not outwardly shown that she cared about seeing him with the blonde whore the night before. He turned on the shower and waited for it to get warm. Why had he wanted her to act jealous and possessive of him? It was out of his character to care.

Hermione stretched and groaned. She was still tired, but knew she had to get to up for class and that damn rule that stated the Heads had to appear at breakfast every day except Sunday. She could hear that Draco was in the shower. She rolled out of the bed and made her way through the bathroom to her own bedroom. She began dressing for the day, there was no reason for her to have to take a shower, she had a bath the day before and it was not like she had exerted herself to the point of sweating.

Soon, she had finished dressing and made her way down to the common room to wait for Draco since they had to appear together at breakfast. Anger still boiled in her stomach, when she looked at the wall Draco had been pressed against while that blonde girl got him off. Taking a deep breath she sat down, why was she so jealous? She had no reason to be, it was not like Draco and her were in any type of relationship where he should be with only with her or she him. She was confused about her emotions, never in her life had she allowed herself to get emotionally attached to people, even her parents who she had barely seen once a year for the past seven years. Now, however, she felt as if she had to be close to Draco all the time or else she started to feel lost. Her hand grasped the necklace around her neck; it was all because of the bonding item, which served as the reminder to why her mind and emotions were now in complete chaotic war with one another. There was nothing she could do, there was no way Draco could ever love her, not when he had pureblood girls throwing themselves at him.

He cleared his throat, bringing her out of her reverie. She looked at him surprised to see him standing there in front of her. She let go of the necklace, letting it fall hard and heavy against her chest and for the first time since he had cleared his throat she realized that she had been crying. Quickly, she wiped away the tears and stood. "We should get going, or we will be late." She did not look at him and she held her breath, as if it helped the tears from falling down her face. Without a word, Draco started for the portrait hall and Hermione followed at a sluggish pace behind him.

Draco's mind was going at a mile a minute, trying to figure out what had made her cry. She had been holding the necklace in her hand; maybe she had been regretting their deal again. His eyes grew cold. He wanted to bang his head against the wall, why did he care so much, he was Draco Malfoy not Ronald bloody Weasley, he did not have to give two knuts about her and he would not, that is, if he could stop himself.

The two had quickly made their way to the great hall; they stepped through the doors and quickly separated from each other's company to go to their own respective tables. Hermione sat down next to

Ron and across from Ginny and Harry.

"Did something happen with your family Mione?" asked Ron, as he kissed her on the forehead, as he did every morning.

"What?" she asked confused, looking at him.

"You look like you have been crying," said Ginny.

"Yeah, didn't you go to something for your family yesterday?" asked Harry.

"Oh yeah, I did. It was funeral for my Uncle Martin. It was all very sad." She dabbed at her eyes with the napkin, to make a show of her lie.

Ron made a cooing noise that made Hermione's stomach turn and it took all her will power not to push him of her when he pulled her into a hug. He treated her as if she was a child and not a grown woman.

"I'm sorry love. I would have went with you if you had told me."

Hermione closed her eyes, his touch was literally making her nauseas now and the ager she felt coming from Draco did not help. She was happy he was angry; he could get a taste of his own medicine now. She pulled herself away from Ron. "It's okay Ronald. It was all so short notice. I wasn't even sure if I would be able to go in the first place, until Dumbledore called me to his office and told me I could go, so I packed a day bag and went." She then poured herself a glass of pumpkin juice and took a long drink from it; hoping one of her three friends would change the subject.

"So Hermione, do you want to go with me to Hogsmead this weekend? Dumbledore is letting us go so that we can get dresses for the Yule Ball next week," said Ginny.

"Sure I would love to Gin." Her eyes then traveled to look at Draco who sat a table away, facing her. His grey eyes bore into her, instantly making her long for him, her body filled with lust and knickers became wet with a hungry arousal. She blinked rapidly when she realized Ron was calling her name, breaking her contact that she had made with Draco. "What?" she asked.

"I know we are engaged, but I still wanted to ask you to the Yule Ball."

Hermione frowned, she looked down at her hand the huge expensive, ring still sat there gleaming in the light of the sun. "Well, by rule I have to go with Dra…Malfoy, since we are both Heads, I'll still sit and dance with you."

Ron's face fell, but he nodded, "I guess you can't go against the rules. Just make sure that Malfoy knows you are my girl." He kissed her on the lips.

A shadow fell over them and Hermione detached herself from Ron to look behind her, she already knew it was Draco. He stood over them, his body language showing an air of arrogance "Is that so Weasley?" he asked.

Ron stood from the table, "What do you want Malfoy," he growled.

Draco looked at his nails in a bored fashion, "I just came here simply to retrieve Granger. Professor Snape requests that we see him." He stared at her, his eyes full of a hunger he had only for her, she practically came in her knickers right there. She knew Severus had made no such request, just by the look in his eyes. She grabbed a piece of plain toast and stood from the table. "I'll see you guys later in class."

She started to walk away with Draco when Ron grabbed her hand. "Aren't you forgetting something Hermione?" he sent a glare towards Malfoy and then a pout at Hermione. It was obvious to her he wanted a kiss. She went to kiss him quickly, but before her lips could meet his lips, she was pulled away by the wrist.

"We don't have time for this puppy love shite, we need to go!" Snapped Draco, dragging her away before anyone could react.

Ginny and Harry watched the two leave with suspicion written on their faces. Ron was both angry and confused. "What the bloody hell crawled up his arse and died?" he asked, as he shoved a fried egg into his mouth.

Pansy sat at the Slytherin table, she watched the interaction closely with narrowed eyes. She would have the ring on Hermione's finger if it was the last thing she did. She had a week to make the youngest and dumbest member of the Weasley family fall in love with her and she had just the thing to do it with. Her plan would be put into action that day.

"Malfoy! Malfoy! Slow down!" Hermione yelled, as he seemed to drag her through the halls quickly getting away from any form of interruption or snooping prefect. He turned into a no longer used classroom and shut the door behind them. He slammed her against the wall and stared into her eyes, his breathing was hard. She stared at him her breathing also hard, as she tried to search his face to find out what his intention was, but she could not figure it out. He leaned in and kissed her neck, taking in her scent as he did so. Hermione felt both lust and calm take her over and being so close in his presence, she finally felt the peace of mind she had been craving the night before.

"I will not lie mudblood," Hermione cringed at hearing the vial word fall from his lips, "I did not think that the bonding would happen this quick. My father said it took his father and mother years before they could feel the bond. Come graduation we will hopefully go back to normal, or suffer a great deal of emotional pain," he smirked at this.

"Then may Merlin have mercy on our souls," said Hermione, who then tried to duck underneath his arms to set herself free from his grasp. Nevertheless he did not let her budge.

He pressed her harder into the wall and then gently pressed a kiss to her forehead; she stood stock still after this, the simple and gentle kiss making her freeze in confusion and a tad in fear, he had not kissed her because he wanted to be loving, she could tell that much by the look of mischief in his eyes. "Don't think for a minute Granger that you will not go unpunished for trying to kiss the weasel in my presence. I don't care if people were watching or that we were in a public place." He smirked at her, and backed away from the wall, allowing her the freedom to move around, "I hope you will have fun in Potions," he said, he then opened the door and walked out of the dusty, deserted room; all the while whistling what sounded like 'Stir My Caldron' by the Twisted Sisters to Hermione. She shivered, in a strange way, she could not wait to see what he would do and deep down in her gut, she began to get the same feeling of excitement that she used to only get for her old Number One.

Hermione sat in potions taking down the notes that had been magically scrawled across the board in sharp looping letters. She sat in between Ron and Harry with Draco right behind her, much to Ron's dismay and Draco's pleasure.

Suddenly, a hot tingling sensation reverberated from the necklace into her. It rushed through her body, making her heart race and her lips become dry. Her pussy instantly was wet again and she was not sure, but she could have sworn that she could smell her arousal's scent flood the room. The necklace reverberated off her chest again and this time she had the almost uncontrollable urge to touch herself, while she still sat between her best friend and her fiancé and with Snape only a table away as he made his rounds to check each student's progress. The urge washed through her again like a tidal wave and the snake around her neck seemed to come alive and slither its way back and forth over her chest the pear shaped diamond that dangled from its tail felt warm against her already hot skin. It sent the urge again and again. She could feel Draco's molten silver eyes stare into her. She could not take it anymore. Her hand shook as it made its way toward the hem of her skirt and her half lidded eyes scanned quickly around her to see if anyone but Draco could what she was doing. As far as she could tell nobody was watching or had smelled her arousal, as she felt they all could.

She could hear Draco urging her in her head 'That's it, touch yourself mudblood.' Another rush of the urge fell over her and her ink stained finger brushed against the soaked center of her knickers. She shivered slightly, and bit her tongue to keep herself from making any noise. She had to focus on keeping her head up a straight, because all she wanted to do was tip it back and moan while she looked into the silver-grey eyes of her dark lover. 'You're such a good little slut aren't you? Anyone could catch you in the act right now.' He was right, and she did not care in the least if some caught her at this moment, she probably would not even stop to acknowledge it. All she wanted was to please Draco and make herself come during potions class. She spread her legs a little farther apart—not realizing that she had nudged Harry's knee in the process— and pushed aside her knickers. Her fingers stroked over her engorged clit and her breathing quickened slightly.

Harry looked over at Hermione, who had just nudged him with her leg. When he turned his head he could smell it, the unmistakable scent of a female who was aroused. He looked closely at her, she was staring ahead at the board, but her eyes were not focused on anything, in fact, they were half lidded as if she was in pleasure. Looking closely he could tell that her hand and arm were moving underneath her robes and skirt. A blush crept onto his face as he had come to realize what she was doing. He glanced over at Ron who was oblivious to it all, as he sloppily tore gilly weed into thin strips for his potion. How could Ron, her fiancé, be oblivious to this? Could he not smell her? After all the times he had said Hermione and him had done it, would he not recognize what she smelt like?

'Potter is watching you my little slave and I think he is turned on. Darn and I thought he was gay. Run your finger over your silt and up to your clit. Imagine it being my tongue, remember the mind blowing orgasm it created you yesterday.' Draco watched as her arm moved more and she stiffened a little, 'Put those lovely little fingers in your tight hole and fuck yourself.'

Hermione did as he said, she could not even care that Harry was watching, in a strange way it added to her arousal knowing that her best friend was watching her. Her pink lips parted and her eyes closed as her tongue sneaked out of her mouth to wet her lips.

Harry was now ashamed to say he was rock hard inside his trousers. Never in his life had he been so turned on and he had thought Ginny was kinky when she wanted to do it in a broom closet, he was starting to see Hermione in a new less prudish light. Ron was still oblivious to his girlfriend obviously getting herself off in class while sitting right next to him. Harry shook his head, what a moron his best friend was. He could be using this to his advantage. Harry discreetly began to rub himself through his trousers; he could not stand it anymore, if he did nothing he would for sure get a bad case of blue balls. Suddenly, she tipped her head back and opened her eyes; she was looking at someone with pure lust in her almost black colored eyes. Harry followed her line of sight, she was looking at Malfoy and Malfoy was looking back at her with the same amount of pure lust in his eyes. Harry frowned, there was something going between them, but he could not say anything to anyone until he knew for sure that something was going on.

Hermione gasped while looking at Draco, her walls clamped down around her fingers and she sat up straight again; she removed her hand from her knickers, discreetly wiping her wet sticky hand on her robes.

Harry desperately wanted to grab her hand and shove the fingers she had used into his mouth, but he managed to restrain himself. She watched as she began to work on her potion again, she was almost done, unlike him and Ron. She even had time to take down the notes on the board before she started her little pleasure act.

The next couple of days passed by in a blur for both Draco and Hermione; the Yule Ball was coming up and that meant they had last minute Head duties to take care of. By the time either entered the common room at night they were to exhausted to even speak to each other, which meant they had not been together for several days. Every night, however, one or the other would find their way to the other's room and cruel themselves around the person, in order to let themselves have some peace of mind.

Before Hermione knew it, it was Saturday and time for her to go shopping with Ginny for a dress. She sat at the Gryffindor table eating her egg and toast. She fidgeted slightly, Harry was staring at her again, ever since Monday when she unintentionally put on a show for him, he had not stopped looking at her with that intense look in his eyes. "Harry do you need something?" she asked finally looking at him. He blushed and looked down at his plate of barely touched food.

"No, no. I was just lost in thought that's all." He then began poking at his food with his fork. Hermione glanced over at Ron who was having a rather heated debate with Seamus on who the better quidditch team was that year and was not paying attention to either of his best friends in the least. Ginny had gone back to Gryffindor tower to get her jumper, so Hermione was fairly sure that no one would over hear them, not that they would know what they were talking about anyway.

"Harry, I know you saw me the other day, just admit it."

Harry turned almost as red as Ron's hair, "I…I…" he was at a loss for words.

"Quit acting so weird over it, Ron is bound to notice soon and I don't want to be the one to explain it to him. You saw what you saw and I know you did it too."

Harry could not meet her eyes, so he just nodded his head, "Alright," was all he said.

"What's wrong Harry?" asked Ginny as she suddenly appeared behind him, startling both of them who had been in their own little word during their discussion.

Harry jumped, "Nothing, I'm just tired from last night."

Ginny blushed and looked to Hermione, "Ready to go? I want to get to the stores early, so we have first pick."

Hermione nodded and stood, as she did so she could feel the silver eyes on her back. Looking over her shoulder her eyes instantly met Draco's, his were full of want. Turning away from him, she made her way out of the Great Hall with Ginny and to the carriages that would take them to Hogsmead.

Hermione nudged Ginny with her elbow, "So what happened last night?" she asked, a knowing smile on her face.

Ginny blushed again, "I don't know what spell has fallen over Harry, but ever since Monday he has wanted to do it every night and he…" she stopped and her blushed deepened.

Hermione's interest grew, "He what?" she asked.

Ginny sighed, "He asked me to masturbate for him while he watched."

Hermione's eyes widened at this, "Did you do it?"

Ginny hesitated a second before nodding, "Yeah."

"Did he like it?" she asked before her brain had time to process what she was going to say.

Ginny looked slightly alarmed at the fact that her friend wanting to know if her boyfriend liked it more than she did. "I think so," she said after a moment, "He fucked me really hard afterwards. He is usually slow and gentle; it was as if someone has been dosing his drinks with lust potion."

"Did you like it?" Hermione finally asked, as the carriage came to a stop and they got off.

"In a weird way yeah, but I don't think I want it to be a common occurrence, I am just not into things like that."

Hermione had to stop herself before she shook her head in disagreement. She liked when guys took her hard when they were in a fit of passion and could not control their impulses. Going slow and soft was nice for when it was a girl's first time or when they needed that soft closeness to make them feel secure. Every once in a while she craved it herself, but the last time was when she was with the old Number One, it had been her last time with him, and even though it was out of his character to be gentle with her, she never complained or forgot what it felt like.

"Hermione are you listening to me?" asked Ginny as she prodded her friend in the side.

"What? Oh, no. sorry. I got lost in thought for a moment."

Ginny laughed, "I asked you if you wanted to go into this store, it looks like they have reasonably priced nice dresses."

Hermione looked in the window of store, the window mannequins were wearing fairly plain dress, not that it mattered to her. She also knew Ginny did not have a lot of money to spend so she nodded her head, "Sure, let's go in."

The two girls walked inside the store, unaware of the person who had been following them. His silver eyes glinted with mischief and he smirked to himself.

"What about this one Hermione?" asked Ginny, as she held up a light pink spaghetti dress to her skinny frame.

Hermione looked at it closely, "I don't think that color goes good with your skin tone or your hair.

Here," she took an emerald green strapless dress off the rack. It flared out like a ball gown and dipped low in a V shape in the back. "This would look great against your pale skin and red hair, not to mention it would bring out the specks of green you have in your eyes."

Ginny took the dress and looked at it. "I like it, but I think I should try it on first." The two girls then went to the back of the shop where five small cubicle rooms with curtains hanging in front of them stood. Ginny went inside one, while Hermione waited on the outside.

Suddenly, a hand placed itself over her mouth and before she could scream a husky voice whispered in her ear "Don't scream it's me."She relaxed against him when she realized it was Draco. "Come with me," he said, pulling her by the wrist out of the store before she could protest, this seemed to also becoming a common occurrence between them.

Ginny stepped from behind the curtain, "I really like it, good eye Hermione, what do you think?" She asked, she had been staring down at the dress, but looked up when she did not hear a response.

"Hermione where are you?" she asked, as she stood on her tip toes to see around the store, she did not see her friend anywhere in sight. She frowned; maybe she did hear Malfoy outside of the changing curtain, she had thought she had just been hearing things. Where did he take Hermione and should she be worried?

Draco was the first to tumble out of the fire place and since his hand was still holding Hermione's, she ended up landing on him, he groaned when she landed on her stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

She immediately got off him a stood."Where are we?" she asked looking at him with frantic eyes, as he stood and dusted himself off, he took his time. She sighed, "I don't have time for your games Malfoy. I need to get back to Ginny, she must be worried sick and I don't even know how I am going to make a lie up for this, and—"

Suddenly, she was pushed up against the old wall of the falling apart house they had landed in and a searing kiss was pressed onto her lips.

"Do shut up Granger. That brain of yours thinks too much." He said after she pulled away from her.

"We're in wizarding Italy Granger. As for the Weasley girl make something up pertaining to the old kook Dumbledore.

She frowned, but licked her lips; they were still tingly from the searing kiss she had just received.

"Why are we in Italy?"She asked, as she stepped away from the wall.

"To get you a dress, if we have to accompany each other to the Yule Ball, I want you dressed to impress"

Hermione frowned again, "Won't we get in trouble if we are not in Hogsmead with the other students?

What was wrong with the dresses at the store we were just at?"

Draco sighed and said simply," Do as I say and live a little Granger." Then he once again grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the old house and onto the streets of wizarding Italy.

Hermione's eyes went wide at seeing its old time beauty. The streets were made of cobblestone and the buildings were not tall, but old and cozy looking, green ivy grew up them and every other place had and iron gate balcony.

Draco took her into a store that had an old wood sign hanging above it that said 'Bella Lace'.

"Welcome," said a tall woman with black hair and light brown eyes.

"We would like some wine and that will be all that we will need."

The witch bowed before she took out her wand to summon two glasses of wine, she then handed them to Draco, she then walked away to greet another costumer.

Draco handed her a glass and then swirled his gently before taking a sip. "This way," he said, before he walked off to where expensive evening gowns were shown off on mannequins instead of on a rack.

Hermione felt as if her face was stuck on surprise, for her eyes had stayed wide since they had entered wizarding Italy.

"Do you see anything that catches your eye?" asked Draco, as he took another sallow from his crystal wine glass, "Do try your wine, it's deliciously smooth on the tongue."

Her eyes wide as ever seemed to scan slowly over the expensive dresses, while she began lifting the wine glass to her lips before stopping, "I…Malfoy, you. I can't afford even a third of a dress in here," she stuttered out.

Draco looked at her and lifted an eyebrow, "And who told you that you were going to have to pay for it at all?"

She sputtered at him, was he serious? He was going to buy one of these dresses for her? Her eyes narrowed, "What's in it for you?" She asked, sounding suspicious.

Draco seemed bored, "I already told you," he drawled, "I want you to be dressed to the standards of someone who is going on a date with a Malfoy."

Neither noticed the pair of feminine silver blue eyes watching them for a corner of the shop as worker placed expensive designer shoes on the person's feet.

"Will you just trust me already Granger!" snapped Draco as she had given yet another unbelieving look.

"You're a guy what would you know about fashion?" she asked, as he pointed to several dresses he wanted her to try on. Several workers used their wands to move the dresses off the mannequins and over to the dressing room that was the size of a small master bedroom.

Hermione had already finished one glass of wine and was now working her way through another. The cozy warmth that moved through her veins helped her relax easier and allow things to go as Draco wanted them to, even if is she did not agree with his taste in dresses. Maybe once she saw the dresses on her she would feel differently about it.

Once all the dresses Draco had selected were in the dressing room. He had then asked for a comfortable chair, it was placed in front of the Dressing room. He then sent the workers away and sat down in the chair. He swirled his wine a bit absentmindedly, "Well," he said looking at her pointedly, "Try on the first dress and show me how it looks."

Hermione's face was a look that was a mixture of both defiance and slight lust at the idea of him asking her to put a show on from him. She swallowed the last of the wine in her glass and placed it on the floor beside the door to the dressing room, before going through the door herself.

She turned after closing the door, to look at the three dresses that floated in mid air waiting for her to try them on over her pale skin. In her not drunk, but comfortably tipsy state of mind, the dresses intimated her with their beauty. How could she ever wear something a thousand times more beautiful than her, what was Draco thinking?

Slowly, she moved over to the dresses and took the first one on the left. This dress was a pale peach like color, similar to a dying white rose. It had long sheer sleeves that pointed into a tip that had a loop at the end for her middle fingers to go through. The back of the dress stopped just blow her shoulder blades and the front framed her breasts and pushed them up for all to see. The bodice was covered in small diamonds the made the shapes of flowers and ivy going up it. The length fell to the floor and was shaped like a bell, so that when she moved it would seem to twirl around her.

Once she had put the gown on and zipped it up using her wand she was surprised to see and feel the gown resize itself around her. She looked in the mirror, the gown was now a perfect fit, but her cheeks grew pink at see how much cleavage the dress showed off. "I don't know about this one," she said from the other side of the door.

Draco sighed, "Well come out here and let me make that judgment for myself."

Slowly she opened the door and stepped out off the room, Draco silver eyes moved over and she had the urge to cover her chest with her arms, even though he had already seen her breasts.

Draco liked the way her breasts were pushed up and shown off because of the dress, but he also knew that if she went to the ball like that all the males there would be looking at her, some may even try to get into her knickers. He did not like the idea of that one bit. "Your right, that's not the right one for you. Go try on another one."

Hermione closed the door and began taking off the dress, once the dress was off it disappeared, going back to its place on the mannequin. She then picked up the next dress, this one was a royal blue, and was long and narrow, stopping just above her knees in a pencil skirt like fashion. The front and back were fully covered and this dress also had long sleeves. In a way, the dress reminded Hermione of one of Professor McGonagall's dresses, but skimpy compared to her dresses. She wrinkled her nose she did not want to look like a younger slut like version of McGonagall. She slipped into the dress and she was right she looked like a version of McGonagall. "No way in hell am I wearing this to the ball!" she said, as she opened the door. "I look like I could be a slutty McGonagall,"

Draco looked at her with a lifted eyebrow at her simile of her and McGonagall. In a way he could see what she meant, but he did not see McGonagall at all. However, he chose the first two dresses so that she would not like them; he wanted her to wear the last one. "You're right, try the last one."

Once again, Hermione went back into the dressing room. The final dress floated in the middle of the room, waiting for her to put it on. This dress was the one that intimated her the most. This gown was scarlet red, and like the first gown it had sheer long red sleeves that were meant to loop around her middle fingers. The material was made of silk, which made it shimmer in the light as it floated there, giving it an almost red glow. The back had a deep 'V' that stopped just before her butt. The front was high and fully covered her breasts. Over where her navel was there was a tear drop slit that showed off her belly button, several small diamonds surround it. The dress was form fitting, showing off her round hips. The gown flared out around her legs and was long enough to brush the floor, but not drag on it.

Hermione stared at herself in the mirror, she could not believe how the dress looked on her it was as if the dress had been made for her. The only thing that bothered her was the back of the dress that showed off some of the scars she had recently received from Number One and Greyback. She opened the door and stepped out for Draco to look at her. "Turn around in a circle," he said. She did and when she came back around to meet his gaze she was shocked to see the look in his eyes. He had the look of a man who was hungry and not for food.

"The only thing I don't like is the way it shows off my back," said Hermione, as Draco stood and walked towards her.

"Nothing a few glamour charms can't fix." His voice was husky, his eyes where an almost black grey and the lust coming off him and flowing into her through the necklace made her orgasm right there with a small gasp. He took hold of her shoulders and slowly pushed her into the dressing room, closing the door behind him with his foot. He pushed her against the wall a growl emanating from his throat. He pulled up the dress and yanked down her knickers, they pooled around her ankles before she kicked them off. Undoing his pants he also kicked them off. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Finding her center he slammed into himself into her, earning himself a small moan from her. She gasped and buried her face into his neck; they were in a public place after all. He kissed her exposed shoulder as he grunted softly. Neither was going to last long, both felt the other's lust and this was the first time it had ever happened. Draco continually hit her g-spot from the angle he was at, making her moan into his neck more, her hot breath skirting across his skin. "Master, I am about to come," she whispered in his ear.

"Yes, come for me my little slave, I want to feel your pussy clamp down around me," he groaned into her ear, his hips picking up their tempo and slamming into her harder.

That was all Hermione needed to come. Her juices overflowed and dripped down the length of his-already shimmering with her juices-cock, which had emptied its seed into her.

They kissed each other in an attempt to stifle the sounds of their moans. Coming down from their orgasmic high Hermione said, "Well, I guess that means this dress is the winner."

"What do you mean Dumbledore had urgent business for the Heads?" asked Ginny as she sat across from Hermione at dinner in the Great Hall that night. It was obvious to all that she was furious with her friend.

Hermione sighed, "I can't tell you, it is private business between the heads and Dumbledore."

"Well, why didn't you at least tell me you had to go?" she asked, as she stabbed a chunk of red roasted potato seasoned with rosemary with a tad too much force, causing it to spilt in two.

"I was going to but Dra…Malfoy pulled me away before I could. You know what a jerk he is, refusing to wait for anyone."

Ginny paused in her vicious attack of stabbing at her food when she heard Hermione's slip of almost saying Draco's name. "You almost said it!" she said shocked.

Hermione looked at her confused, even though she knew exactly what the girl was talking about.

"Almost said what?" she asked, while taking a drink of her pumpkin juice.

"Malfoy's name!" Ginny snapped.

"Oh that, Dumbledore has us call each other by our first names as a way to 'unite' us, hasn't worked yet. I guess I was still in the mode of calling him by his first name. Where are Ron and Harry?" she asked, hoping to detour the girl on the subject.

"They went to get some quidditch practice in. They'll sneak down to the kitchens later for something to eat. That reminds me. Keep an eye on Parkinson, I don't know what her motive is, but she was hitting on Ron earlier today in the Three Broomsticks. She did everything but kiss and fuck him and my poor stupid brother had no clue."

"Really?" Hermione's eyes traveled to where Pansy sat at the Slytherin table talking to that girl Hermione had seen Draco with a week prior. Pansy seemed to feel her staring at her for she looked up and met Hermione's gaze. She smirked at her, her eyes holding a dangerous glint. Hermione glared at her. What was the psychopath planning this time? It was obvious to Hermione that Pansy no longer had an interest in Draco, for she was not even sitting with him like she had for years in a row.

Draco looked at the old journal of Number One in his hands, should he show it to Hermione? Should he tell her that he knew she was part of Vox and that he had seen part of went on that night that she had been so close to death? Perhaps if he did, she would be able to shine some light on things for him. At the moment she was up on his bed working on homework. They had worked out a sleep system and tonight was his bed night, they just could not stay away from each long, the bond was becoming strong and would not let them. One thing they had not even thought about yet was what they were going to do come their graduation.

He made his way up the stairs to her, with the book held tightly in his hands; he was going to tell her. He needed answers for himself. "Granger," he said as he came into the room.

She looked up from the Transfiguration book she had been reading well absent mindedly chewing on the end of her quill. "Hmmm?" she said.

"I know you are part of Vox, I saw the star mark on your cheek the other night and the night that you came back almost died was the night that I saw part of what happened through a dream, that was how I knew you could not be healed all the way," he said all of this quickly, but Hermione was able to get

most of it. Her eyes were wide and she dropped her quill.

"How…what…when," she was at a loss on what to say. "How did you see it through a dream?" she asked.

"I am pretty sure it was part of the bond somehow," he said.

Her eyes widened more, "I…I think I felt you. There in my mind that night. I felt as if I wasn't alone. It was the only thing keeping me from passing out right there, which would have earned me more punishment."

All Draco could do was nod, he then handed the journal to her. "I found this when I went to find the necklace, it was in the same desk."

She took the journal; this was the journal she saw Number One always carrying before he died. She brought it to her nose, it was faint but she could still smell his scent on the old leather, he had always smelt like the earth after a spring rain. She opened it to a random entry; his beautiful penmanship met her eyes. She touched the page, her fingers gliding across the words, as if she hoped it would help her touch him, see him, feel him inside her again.

Draco could feel her longing for the man that the journal had belonged to and a jealous built up inside him, for he knew he could never be like that man in her eyes. He did not know however, how wrong he was.

"How did this come to be in the Malfoy's possession?" She asked as she came out of her stupor.

Draco shrugged at got on the bed to sit next to her. "I don't know, I also found a file in that desk."

"A file?" she asked.

Draco nodded, before getting off the bed and going to his trunk. He pulled out a brown folder that sat on top of his unused robes.

"I haven't had a chance to look at it yet," he said as he handed it to her, and once again within seconds he was at her side on the bed, so that he could read over her shoulder.

Hermione opened the file and almost gasped at the picture of the new Number One that met her eyes. "This is a workers case file from the Ministry. It's Maverick Silverthrone's the Vice Prime Minister of magic."

"That's the man you were with the other night right?" Draco asked, as he read over her shoulder.

All she could do was nod. She closed the folder and threw it away from and onto the floor. Her body had started to hurt again at the mere thought of him. She picked up the journal, it calmed her instantly.

"Will you read it out loud?" asked Draco, as he moved his hand to her lower back, as if he was trying to calm her more, her emotions were all over the place and he had not figured out how to close off feeling her emotions yet.

"Yes," she said before she opened the journal and flipped it to a date that was only a month before his death.

January 10th, 1995

She came to me tonight. I did not even have to call her to me. She came because she missed me. I showed her how pleasurable rope binding could be. The one time I let Number Five have her before I knew her well, he had used magic rope and sadist techniques on her before she had been properly exposed to that area of bondage. I was furious with him when she came to me bearing burn marks and cuts all over her body. From that point on I forbid him and any of the other members from touching her. There is something about that girl that makes me feel protective and possessive.

Hermione stopped reading as she had come to the end of the passage. "Is the 'she' he was talking about you?" asked Draco.

"Yes, I remember that night. He made it so I forgot all about my first experience with rope binding and replaced it with how wonderful he made it feel." Her eyes seemed to cloud at the memory, and her insides warmed at the memory of that night. Number One had been a very dominate lover, but he was gentle with her when the time called for it, unlike the new Number One, who had no idea how to be a lover, he was just an abusive dominate male, unable to show compassion.

Draco touched her face, there was a surprising gentleness to his touch and it brought her out of her internal pensive. "I can replace your most recent memory of rope binding, if you want me to." The mere thought of tying her up and watching her as he brought her to orgasm under his command, made him hard right then and there.

She looked at him with her brown eyes and for the first time it seemed she was truly seeing him for the first time, as something more than a person to sleep with."I'd like that."
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