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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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I will be adding the rest of the this story here tonight. Its been long over due.

Chapter Sixteen: The Proper Technique

Draco moved towards her and kissed her on lips. He then slowly removed the journal from her grasp and placed it on the bedside table. "I will make you forget about him," he whispered in her ear, who he was talking about however was unclear to her. "Do you trust me?" he asked, as he got off the bed once more and went to his trunk.

"Yes Master," she said huskily her eyes half lidded with lust as she watched him.

"Then remove your clothes," he said, his dark grey eyes appeared larger, for they had dilated at the sound of her so seductively calling him her master. He reached down into the bottom of the trunk and pulled out several pieces of red six foot long rope. It was soft to the touch, perhaps it was made out of cashmere or silk, and in no way would this rope leave her with marks or in pain.

Hermione's skin tingled with anticipation, as her eyes took in the rope and she removed her clothing leaving her in nothing but what she was born with. Draco reminded her so much of Number One, the one she loved. Especially the side of Draco she only saw when they were alone, Number One had been the same way, she had never thought him to be the type of man he was behind closed doors.

Suddenly a thought entered her mind, would it be so bad to let the bond work its magic and let herself love him, Draco bloody Malfoy? Then Ron appeared in her mind she had to marry him, it was the only way to accomplish her dreams, but why, because she needed a submissive husband? Why did she need one? The new Number One was the one that told her she would need a submissive husband. He wanted that because he would then be able to control her easier. If she had the type of husband she wanted then Number One would have no say or control over her affairs. Why had she not seen this before now?

She felt the bed dip down and looked behind her, Draco was there. Almost on autopilot she put her hands behind her and locked her wrists together. Draco looked at them, "Does he always bind your wrists?" he asked.

"Yes master, always." She looked at him from over her shoulder.

Draco looked back at her he did not snap, but is tone was commanding and it made her center wetter than it had been minutes before. "Did I say you could look at me? I don't want to bind your wrists…right now. Get in front of me and kneel on your knees." She did as he said, thankful that the bed was underneath her, which helped not make her knees hurt.

Draco then began tying the rope in a certain sequence around and over her body, making a pattern that looked similar to a chain link fence, he had even dedicated one piece of rope to go in between her legs, so that when she moved a certain why it would rub and push against her clit and swollen labia lips, making her juices begin to flow. The rope was flexible and allowed her to move more freely than the rope Number One liked to use on her, however her body was still stiff like it needed to be for rope binding. Finally he tightened the last knot, "This my little slave, is one of the proper techniques that brings pleasure to a submissive. Do you like my proper technique?"

The rope in between her legs rubbed against her clit in the most delicious way. She rocked herself against, making more of her juices flow to the point that her inner thighs were slippery and her arousal's scent filled the room. She finally managed to form a coherent word, "Yes," she moaned out. She was waiting for Draco to tell her to stop moving her sex against the rope, but the order never came and she continued to worker her way to completion.

Draco moved aside her mane of curly brown hair and kissed her neck. He then moved his lips to her earlobe and gently scraped his teeth against it and swiped the tip of his hot, wet, long tongue over the sensitive soft flesh. Pointing his lips he blew air against the wetness and she shivered.

"That's it Hermione, come for me, let those tight pussy muscles clench together sending pleasure through your body. Then scream for me, scream so loud that the entire castle will hear how satisfied you are," He whispered in her ear and she shivered again, before a scream burst from her lips and echoed off the walls.

Draco watched her orgasm it still fascinated him. Her head was tilted back, her pink lips were parted with her eyes closed and her skin seemed to glow with ecstasy. He could not take it anymore, he had to kiss her. Forcefully, he grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her back to lean against his hard naked chest, and kissed her with such desire that if she had not been already on her knees her legs would have buckled. His plump lips moved smoothly over hers, he pulled on her bottom lip and his tongue snaked itself into her mouth, seeming to play with hers. He rolled his tongue against the roof of her mouth hitting a spot she did not even know existed and she moaned.

He pulled her closer to him until her back was fully aligned with his lean chest. His hardness pressed into her back, it was hot against her skin. She moved her back against him, the rope helped her get friction and stroke it. Draco moaned and began to move himself against her. "Master may I please you?" she asked, as she continued to move against him.

"Yes," he rasped out.

She turned her body towards him. Her movement was slow because of the way the rope held her torso stiff, but she managed. "Please master," she said, while looking into his eyes. "Could you put your back against the headboard and spread your legs out, I will have better access to you that way."

Draco seemed to take a minute to register what she was asking, but soon he did as she asked anyway. Once his legs were spread and he his back was against the headboard; she came closer to him on her hands and knees. Once her face was level with his length, she leaned on her forearms, her bum was in the air and she found out quickly that if she moved it up and down the rope would rub back and forth over her clit again.

Leaning on her left forearm for support, she took hold of his cock with her right hand and began to pump it. She then leaned forward a tad more and the rope pushed against her anus, which to her surprise she got a shock of pleasure out of. Her tongue came out from between her lips and ran a hot, wet trail from the bottom of the shaft to the tip of the head. Several times she did this, acting as if his prick was a penis shaped candy cane that she could not get enough of. She then took one of his balls into her mouth and sucked on it hard, she was careful of her teeth, while her right hand stroked the other ball slowly and teasingly.

Draco moaned his hips bucking involuntary under her menstruations. She spit into the hand that had been stoking one of his balls and ran it the length of his shaft and over the dark pink thick head. "Yeah, that's it," he growled.

She sat up a little and took the head into her mouth, all the while keeping eye contact with Draco's dark grey eyes, she could get lost in them for hours.

"Harder," he groaned.

She hallowed her cheeks and sucked on the head harder, before she pulled her mouth back off it a bit and swirled her tongue around it, before sliding his cock back into her mouth and relaxing her throat, she deep throated him and he moaned his hand went into her hair and pushed her down on to him harder until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, his hips bucked, before he slowly began to fuck her mouth. Saliva fell out of her open mouth and traveled down the length of his prick that was not already buried in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. One of her hands slowly went under his scrotum and to the area of sensitive flesh between his scrotum and anus. Gently, she let her finger tips brush over the area, using a certain amount of pressure, so that she was sure he could feel it.

Draco jumped at the new sensation she caused within him, no one had ever touched him there and the feeling was incredible. He then let out an almost animalistic type moan and came with a force that made white spot appear in front of his vision. Hermione had to take her mouth off him, unable to take the flooding of cum in her mouth. Draco thought he might have gone blind by the force, in all truth he had blacked out for a few minutes when he opened his eyes Hermione was closer to his face than she was before and she had a hint of worry and an almost untamed lust in her eyes, she looked as if she wanted to devour him or be devoured by him. "Are you okay master?" she asked, her voice was horse, as if she had worn it out by yelling or screaming, he did not remember hearing her scream.

"What did you just do to me?" he asked, his breathing was ragged as he tried to back to reality and off the incredible high of ecstasy he had just had.

"My old Master taught me that men have a pleasurable spot that is in between their scrotum sack and their anus. He used to like to be touched there, he never had an orgasm from it with such force like you did though. You must be more sensitive there than he was."

Draco snarled at her before he grabbed her and pinned her to the bed underneath him, "Did I ask you for your opinion?"

Hermione bit her lip and shook her had no, "No master."

"Then don't give one to me," he growled before attacking her lips in a dominating kiss, one of his hands went to her breast and pulled harshly on a taunt nipple, while his mouth controlled her lips in the

way he wanted to kiss her.

He pulled back from the kiss and looked into her eyes, his eyes were alive with a fiery passion and Hermione could have sworn she saw the silver pools swirl with magic. He got his wand from the bed side table and summoned more red rope, this rope went around her wrists and the tied themselves magically to two of the four posts, leaving her unable to touch him, which was something she wanted to do badly.

He used his wand to cut the rope that was over her center to give him better access to her. He felt her center with his long fingers and was surprised at the over pour of wetness he felt there, even her lower inner thighs were wet with her juices. He could feel the lust come off her in waves, as she responded to even the smallest of touches. He then understood why her voice had been horse; she had felt his mind blowing orgasm and it had caused her to orgasm as well.

Without wasting any more time he positioned himself at her center and slammed into her, Hermione made a yelping noise, for she had not been ready for the force that he used on her. Her head had almost gone through the headboard, but she had been able to press her bound wrist against the said headboard and brace herself. "You are going to like this, my little slave."

Hermione and Draco sat in the common room, the roaring fire being the only source of light, it casted an eerie shadowy glow around the room. The two were eating a midnight snack, having worked up an appetite between the two of them.

Hermione wanted to tell Draco something now that he knew about Vox, a fact that surprisingly did not bother her, for some strange reason she trusted Draco and knew he would not voluntarily tell his Dark Lord that she was part of Vox. "Malfoy," she said to get his attention. He looked at her while he chewed a piece of his cold leftover roast beef sandwich. "There is something important I need to tell you now that you know about Vox. Keep in mind that the only reason I did not tell you was because I was unaware that you knew about Vox."

She paused nervously, unsure of how he would react. He nodded his head encouraging her to go on. She had to gather some of her Gryffindor courage, "Your mother is part of Vox," she blurted out quickly.

Draco stared at her blankly for a second, before he seemed to remember to breathe. "How is she?" he asked.

Hermione had not expected his calm reaction and she did not know whether or not she should be on guard or not. "I don't really know. Your mother is not fond of me. I was…I am, favored by both the past and current Number One and have been the first in line to become the next Number One. She also does not like the fact that I am sleeping with you, she threatened me when the fact was realized at one of the meetings."

Draco looked at the sandwich in his hand as he listened to her speak of his mother. "Do you know where she is staying?"

"No, the members do not share where they live or stay with each other. We use a specific method to get to and from meetings, so that it is impossible to track someone there or away from the meetings."

Draco finally looked at her and his eye widened and Hermione felt her face tingle, she was being called, whether it was for personal or for meeting it was not clear to her. "Does this mean you have to go to him?" asked Draco, a hint of worry to his voice.

"Yes of course." She stood and made her way to her room in order to change. He also stood and followed. He watched as she divested herself of the button up white shirt she had took from him and her pink knickers. She then took her mended and cleaned cloak and put it on.

He stared at her naked front, anger flared in him at the thought thought that the man who was supposed to be one of the leaders of the wizarding United Kingdom, would touch her, hurt her. She was his, he should not be allowing this. "Don't go," he said, as she went past him into the bathroom.

"I have to Malfoy, I am being called, if it's a meeting there are some things I need to known. I'll hopefully be back soon. Get some sleep." And with that said she made the mark on the mirror and stepped through it before he could stop her. He touched the mirror, it was solid.

Hermione sat down at the long table everyone else was there already, "Now that everyone is here, let us get this meeting started," said Number One, from his position at the head of the table. "The hit has been set for a week after Christmas. I am a giving man," Hermione rolled her eyes at this, luckily for her Number One could not see her eyes because of the hood. "So I will let the Minister have one last Happy Christmas. Number Three, I want you to spend this time with him make sure he enjoys himself."

"Yes Number One," said the woman to his right.

"Number Five and Six, continue to guard him. Seven and four, it is your jobs to make sure the signal goes out so that the Ministry's high officers are called to the field. It will be my job to get the Minister to the field, he trusts me. Ten continue to watch the Order. Eight, Nine and Eleven make sure no one has caught onto our plans in the Ministry, keep your low level jobs, no one will suspect you of spying. Number Two keep feeding Voldemort information. Finally, Number Twelve you know what your job is and I am positive that you will be good at it." His smile was visible from underneath his hood. Number Two scowled at this and glared at Hermione, who had been the favorite of not just one, but two Number Ones.

"That is all,"Said Number One. He stood and then the rest of the table stood. Number One went to his chamber, an uninvited Number Two followed him. "What do you need Number Two?" he asked, his back turned to her, his tone held annoyance for the woman who was in his presence.

"Number One, why do you favor Number Twelve? I have always been by your side, even when you were Number Five and the old Number One would not let you touch her. I let you use my body to take your frustration out on. Why am I not your favorite?"

"Why I do things, is of no concern to you Number Two." He had turned to face her, his hood no longer hiding his face. His sapphire eyes bore into her; she fell to the ground and knelt submissively.

"Please Number One, let me be the one you take to your bed, let me be the one that pleasures you. Let me be your favorite." She crawled to him and kneeled on her knees, she pushed her hood away, showing him her sallow face, pale blonde almost white hair and tired, dead blue-gray eyes.

"I don't want you." He went to turn away from her, but she had grabbed his limp cock before he could.

"I can please you better than that little girl can, Maverick, please."

He growled at her and with a force hard enough to make her fall back and skid across the floor, he slapped her across the face. Her face instantly turned red as blood rushed to the area. She looked at him wide-eyed, while breathing hard from shock. "You will never even compare to her, you filthy whore.

You are nothing more than a hole to stick a cock in and I never gave you permission to say my name!" he yelled, before he took a deep breath. "Lucius is a friend of mine. I could and would kill you right now if he was not. Get out of my sight, I do now want to see or hear from you until after Christmas." He turned his back to her and she glared at him before getting up and running out of her presence. She ran to the mirror room and pushed herself through her mirror. Once she was inside the Italy Malfoy Manor she made her way to her room and threw her red cloak onto the floor there. She then grabbed her deatheater attire and made her way to the apparation point outside the manor and apparated to the

Malfoy manor in London. Once she got the permission to be in the Dark Lord's presence she was lead to the study. Voldemort had Nagini around his neck, he seemed to almost lovingly stroke the snake's head. Narcissa bowed low and waited for him to acknowledge her.

"What is it Narcissa?" he asked, while not looking at her.

"My Lord, I have information on the group called Vox," she said, as she kept her eyes trained on the ground and fought to keep her voice sounding even.

"Information pertaining to what?" he asked, sounding irritated at the fact he even had to ask.

"They are planning on murdering the Minister, in order for one of their own to becoming Minister in his place. They want to blame his murder on you my Lord."

"This could turn out to be bothersome. Where did you hear about this rumor?" Narcissa paused a second to long before trying to answer. "Look into my eyes," he commanded, as Nagini slid off his neck and onto the floor.

Not aware that her master could look into her mind, she looked up into his eyes. He saw how she was a member of Vox, and how she had lied to him and played him for a fool. How she had wanted to be the only one Number One had cared for, but it had not happened for her, so she turned on him and had come to seek comfort from her Dark Lord. He was also able to see who the other members were in their order form one to twelve:

Silverthrone the vice prime minister.

2. Narcissa Malfoy wife of Lucius Malfoy.

3. Gabriella Misselcourt the wife of a wealthy man who own the Iron Apothecaries.

4. Nathanael Marksmith a famous wizard singer.

5. Derek Dupre a high level auror at the Ministry.

6. Oliver Inkwell a famous curse creator.

7. Cyrus Deville a charms creator and high level auror at the Ministry.

8. Mark Vounulini a paper pusher at the Ministry.

9. Zach Phelp also a paper pusher.

10. Severus Snape Potion Master at Hogwarts.

11. Lincoln Shorts head of Disposal of Magical waste.

Hermione Granger student and magical genius at Hogwarts.

He pulled out of her mind "Thank you Narcissa for the valuable information. Is there anything else you would like to tell me?" he asked.

Narcissa smiled unaware that he had seen all her secrets in her mind, and was proud that she had been praised by her Dark Lord. "My son Draco is involved romantically with the mudblood Granger my Lord."

Voldemort seemed slightly surprised by this, "is that so?" he asked.

"Yes he is having her wear the bonding necklace of Snake Tears."

This was another surprise for Voldemort. "Thank you Narcissa, however I detest people who betray me for their own personal gain." With a wave of his wand and a flash of green light, Narcissa Malfoy fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, the life gone from her body.

Hermione threw her cloak into her room and then made her way into Draco's room and bed. She nuzzled into his neck and he wrapped his arm around her possessively and pulled her to him. "Are you hurt?" he asked.

"No, it was just a meeting."

"Good, then it is time to teach you a lesson."

"What type of lesson Master?" she asked, as she looked up at his face in the dark.

"One to teach you to listen to me when I tell you something. I learned a new spell and I want to try it out."

Hermione smiled, but he could not see it. "Get fully on your back and spread your legs. The test is for you not to push me away, if you do I will tie you up and go longer, this is a test to see how well you listen do you understand?"

She was confused about what he meant about pushing him away, but was excited to see what he was going to do. "Yes master," she said as she spread her legs for him.

He got between them, and pointed his wand at her clit. Hermione gasped as she felt her labia lips warm up and a tingling sensation enter her clit, she started to feel very aroused.

"Remember, you can't move your hands," said Draco as he watched her fist the sheets below her, the sensations that had taken over her pussy had grown stronger. She moaned, her labia lips were hot now and her clit was buzzing as if a muggle vibrator was pressed against it. "

"Yes, master," She moaned out in response to him, she could not see how this was a punishment. Her juices were flowing freely now. Draco took a long finger and ran it up her slit, it was slick. She jumped at the added sensation and came on the spot, her body arched and she moaned. As she came down from

her orgasmic high, she realized that she vibrating and warming sensations were still moving through her pulsating mound. It took less time for her to come this time. She started to fidget, but kept her hands in place, the sensations continued, now tenfold of what they were when this had started; her clit felt as if it was no longer a part of her body, her entire body was overcome with ecstasy. She could feel another orgasm coming, along with something else, she did not want it, what if Draco thought she had peed the bed, and what if he did not know what had happened, she did not think she could live with the humiliation when it came to him. "Master, please stop, I can't hold it." She gasped out as the feeling got stronger.

"I don't think so," he said, as he took a taut pink nipple into his mouth and swirled his hot tongue around it.

She gasped, "You don't understand, I'm going to…oh god..." her back arched again and let out an animalistic moan, as the stream of creamy white liquid came from her center, giving her the strongest

orgasm of the night and made her body convulse with the power of it.

Draco's eyes had widened, he reached out to hold down her arms which were now moving of their own will.

Hermione cried, "It's not what you think, I'm sorry."

"Well, that's the first time I have ever made a girl do that."

Her back arched again, her mound was still under assault of the spell that he had casted there. She squirted again. Draco finally raised his wand and removed the spelled, she sighed, the sensation finally left her and her muscles started to relax, "Thank you master," she said, as she breathed heavy to get a full breath.

"Have you ever had that happen to you before?" he asked as he reached down to swipe some of her sweet juices onto his long soft padded digits—making her jump as her over sensitive nerves coursed with the aftershock of four brilliant orgasms—the tip of his pink tongue swiped at his finger tips, cleaning them of her essence. He hummed his approval of the way she tasted, musky and natural but not sour like some of the girls he had tasted before, he truly enjoyed getting to taste her. His grey eyes turned to look at her, she had yet to answer him. "Well?" he asked, as his now wet fingers trailed lazily over her chest in a bored pattern, it was not to arouse her, but simply touch her, something he found he could not go for long without doing.

"Yes master I have," her tone was soft, but she sounded ashamed of the admission.

"Don't sound so ashamed. It is nothing to be ashamed about. Now, as much as I would like to bury myself in that tight pussy of yours, I think it would be best to wait til morning, to give your over excited mound a break before I give it more orgasms in the morning." He lied down next to her and pulled her to him, she could feel his harness through his sleeping pants, it was hot, but surprisingly he did not complain. Like it or not their relationship (whether they saw it as one or not), as strange and confusing as it was had changed over the past weeks. It was no longer a fun sex powered game of wills. It was more. Through it all it was changing Hermione.

She laid wake as she heard and felt Draco drift off into sleep, he slow breathing and his strong arms around her gave her some piece of mind. She sighed and closed her eyes. She did not like the job she had been given to prove herself worthy in Number One's eyes; she would have to kill the Minister, could she do it? Could she take the life of a man who had helped her many times over the past couple of years, for her own selfish gain? Ever since she had started bonding with Draco, certain things no longer made perfect sense to her like they once had. Why did she want to be the Minister of magic? She had never craved that type of power before. Number One had taken over brain and forced her in to believing she wanted things that she did not truly care about. She had never felt this way when she had been with Him.
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