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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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Hermione stood in the shower at let the hot water run over her. It was the morning after the Yule Ball and the day that the student's winter holiday started, and most of them were going to go home. After the events of the night before, Hermione thought it best for her to stay there. She would feel uncomfortable if she went to the Borrow, even though she was unsure if the invitation to go was still open. She also did not feel like she had the courage to face Ron yet, she was not feeling very much like a Gryffindor at the moment.

"Granger, you have been in there for a bloody hour. How long are you going to stay in there?" he asked, as he came into the bathroom and stripped himself of his boxers before opening the shower door and stepping inside.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked, as he grabbed his soap bar and began lathering it over his lean chest and arms.

"You were taking to damn long. I needed a shower."

"Are you staying here for the holiday?" she turned so that she wash the shampoo out of her hair. She then stepped out of the shower to allow Draco to finish washing up easier.

"No, I am going to Italy again and staying at a manor my family owns there. You?"

"I was going to stay with Ron and Harry at the Burrow, but after last night, I don't think that is such a good idea."

Draco played naïve as he washed the soap off his body and Hermione leaned against the stand alone sink in only a fluffy white towel. "What happened last night?" he asked, as he turned off the shower and stepped out of it.

"I broke of my engagement to Ron."

Draco wrapped a towel around his waist and looked at her, "Are you serious?" he asked, he was truly curious whether or not about being done with the Weaseal.

"Yes, I could no longer continue use him for my selfish reasons. I never loved him like I should have, the fact that I entered this twisted thing with you so easily proves that to be true."

"What made your feelings change?" He wondered if it had been seeing the weasel with Pansy that had changed her mind, or if it had been something else.

She looked him in the eye and did not blink, "You." She said simply.

Draco had not been expecting that as the answer, what did she mean by that? "Me?" he responded dumbly.

"Ever since I started wearing this," she took the snake necklace into her hand and held it gently, "And started forming this strange bond with you. The fog of lies that had built up in my mind has begun to clear. I can't believe I am saying this, but if it weren't for you, I would be making some very stupid life choices right now."

Draco felt even more confused by the emotions her confession brought on. Did this mean he had a chance at having her love him? An older side of him came to the front of his mind, and asked the question of why he would want a mudblood to love him. He pushed the internal debate down inside him; he would come to terms with this later. "Would you like to go with me to the manor in Italy for the winter holiday?" He asked quickly, before his brain could filter the question.

Hermione stared at him shocked; did he really just ask her to spend her holiday with him away from

Hogwarts? "What?" she asked in disbelief.

Draco crossed his arms over his chest, "You heard me."

"I…I…yes." Her brain was also having trouble thinking before speaking.

A joy filled Draco that he did not show on the outside. "Good, go get your things packed and then we can leave by floo, I have already spoken to the old kook about setting up the connection to the manor."

He then turned to go into his room, but stopped at the door and turned his head to look at her, "Unless you want to go down and say bye to your friends before we leave?"

Hermione was still being a coward, she was not ready to face her friends yet, she shook her head no, "I will send them a letter later."

Draco nodded and went this his room to finish packing the things he would need for the trip.

"My Lord, what do you plan to do about the traitors Malfoy and Snap?" asked Peter Pettigrew.

Voldemort was pacing. "Malfoy I plan let him create his own torment. I plan to kill her on the day they go to assassinate the minister, and break the bond they have, he will go insane from the loss of her and kill himself and I will have the pleasure of watching him torment himself. As for Snape, I am unsure of what I will do, he was my most trusted advisor, I will make him pay for betraying me."

"Are you ready?" asked Draco, as he came down the stairs to the common room.

"Yes," said Hermione, her trunk beside her.

"You can leave your trunk here; the house elves will come and get our things." he saw her frown at him; he knew it was because he was using house elves. "I'll ask them nicely," he mumbled.

"Then lead the way," she said, with a flourish of her arm towards the fireplace.

Draco went over to the fireplace and took a pinch of floo powder from the vase that sat on the mantle. He then held out his hand to Hermione for her to take his hand, he threw the powder into the fire place and said "Malfoy Manor Italy!" He pulled her into the emerald green flames and the two spun together until they landed in an elegant looking parlor. It seemed to have the theme of cream colors matched with light oak wood. One of the side walls was made entirely of glass, it was one big window. It let the warm morning sun light, lighting up the entire room. Heavy cream curtains hung on either side of the window, held up by a long thick cast iron rod.

"Not how you imagined it right?" he asked as he led her into a cozy looking private sitting room. A house elf appeared before them.

"Welcome home young master," said the elf joyfully.

Draco glanced over at Hermione, who was giving him a look that said be nice. "Er…thank you…. What is your name?"

The house elf seemed startled that he would ask such a question."

"Me name is Piddle master."

"Thank you piddle," he said as he tried to not laugh at the elf's name. "Our trunks are in the Head dorms at Hogwarts go get them…please and have one of the other elves brew some tea for us." Hermione cleared her throat and Draco sighed, "That is all Piddle…thank you."

The elf bowed and disappeared with a pop. Why was he trying it impress her? Was it because some subconscious part of him knew she was no longer engaged and that he had a chance that she might want to spend her life with him, so that part of him took her morals into account. He shook his head, he was Draco Malfoy he did not take other people's morals into any type of account. He lead her into a sitting room not far form the parlor.

"This place is beautiful," she said as she sat down in one of the armchairs next to the dormant fireplace.

"I know," was all he said as he took his seat across from her.

Soon an elf appeared carrying a tray of tea, milk and sugar. It conjured a small table between the two people and placed the tray there, it then bowed and disappeared before Hermione could voice her t

thanks.

The way he was looking at her sent shivers down her spine, his eyes told her he wanted her and in that moment she wanted him too. She set down her cup on the table and stood, she did not care if she got in trouble. The sudden rush of her own need was too great to ignore. She moved quickly and took the few steps she needed to in order to reach him, she straddled his lap. His hands went to her hips to hold her there and his lips attacked hers with a great force. Her hands went around his neck and played with the tip of his hair. His hands moved underneath her turquoise blue sweater, and ran his soft hands up and down her sensitive sides. She smiled into the kiss and eventually pulled away to laugh. "What?" he asked as he stopped moving his hands.

"I'm sorry," she said, as she tried to stop laughing. "I am very ticklish on my sides."

Draco smiled mischievously, "Is that so? I had no idea."

Hermione realized her mistake of telling him that she was ticklish. Her eyes grew wide and she backed herself off him, "Don't you dare!" she yelled, before she squealed, and dodge his long fingers as they inched near her sides. She ran laughing into the parlor, where they had arrived.

He playfully growled and jumped from his seat, in a few strands of his long legs, he reached her and wrapped his arms around her waist and threw her on the long cream colored couch, which sat in front of the window wall. She tried to get up, but before she could he pinned her down and straddled her legs. He then attacked her sides, his long fingers skirted over them, she laughed and tried to kick him off her, but it was futile. By this point she had tears running down her cheeks she was laughing so hard. Even Draco was laughing, as he felt the happiness flow from her and into him through their bond.

"Stop," she begged through her laughter.

"Say, Dumbledore wears pink lingerie," he said with a smile.

"Oh God!" she yelled, as The image popped into her head, she could not do it, "No!" she said, he tickled her harder. She squealed, as more laughter over took her body.

"Say it," he growled, his fingers now moving to her stomach.

"Okay, okay," she said through gasps for air. "Dumbledore wears pink lingerie." Draco stopped and laughed as she scrunched up her nose at the thought of Dumbledore in any type of lingerie. "I will never be able to get that image out of my head."

Draco did not answer her; he just stared down at her. The sunlight shone from outside and onto her face, making the almost invisible freckles that ran across her nose visible to his eyes for the first time. Her eyes shined like liquid gold and her hair was fanned out around her like a halo, the mass of curls framed her face.

"What?" she asked, he was staring at her with a look that she had never seen on his face before.

"Shut up, was all he said, before he dipped his head down and kissed her, he did not want to admit out loud that she thought she was a goddess. She would take it the wrong way; she would think that he loved her. It was obvious to him that she was only in it for the no strings attached sex. He did not want to hear from her about how he had let his emotions get the better of him.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, as she moaned into the kiss. She loved how he tasted, as her tongue moved across and around his. She wondered if he used an all day breath freshening charm, for his mouth did not taste like the tea and milk he had just had, but as if he had just chewed a mint leaf.

He let go of her lips and moved his own to the sensitive spot on the lower left side of her neck, he could fell her pulse it was racing. She moaned and he started to take her sweater off, only detaching his lips long enough to pull the article over her head and throw it somewhere in the room. His plump, hot lips kissed their way down her neck to in between her supple breasts. Hermione's hand went into his hair and she ran her fingers over his scalp; he seemed to almost purr at her gentle touch, her fingers felt wonderful. He continued to make his way down her body, until he reached her navel. He swirled his tongue in the little hole making her jump in surprise at how sensitive it felt to have him do that.

Finally, Draco was at the hem of her skirt, He smiled into her stomach where she could not see it. She knew he liked her in skirts, in his mind, skirts meant easy access and that still held true now. He lifted her skirt to see that she had no knickers on, he looked at her, "You naughty little slave," he said as he reached in between her legs and pinched her clit. She jumped, but moaned slightly.

"I thought it would please you Master, I'm sorry."

"Oh it pleases me very much; I was just saying you were naughty because you came here expecting this, which is understandable, but I should still punish you for expecting anything. However, since it's the first day of the holiday break, I will be nice."

Hermione looked at him shocked and then suspicion started to set in. What was he up to? Why was he being so nice? Nevertheless, her paranoid thoughts flew out the window when she felt his hot, wet, strong, tongue run itself up her slit. She shivered from his touch. His lips encompassed her excited clit, her thigh muscles tightened. She could not take it she needed to feel more of him, "Please Master," she moaned, "I need more of you."

"I need more of you too my little slave." He leaned over her body and kissed her hard, demanding with his mouth that she would open hers to let him in, he waved his hand casting a spell to strip him of his clothing. He continued to kiss her as he nudged her legs apart and positioned himself at her center. He moved into her, Hermione let go of the kiss and gasped as she felt him hit her g-spot.

"Like that huh?"

"Yes Master, oh Merlin!" she yelled, as he moved faster and harder within her stroking over the sensitive bud of nerves within her.

Her nails dug into the skin of his back. He winced at the sting of the scratches, he looked down at her to tell her to be careful with her nails or he would have to tie up her hands. However, when he saw the look of pure ecstasy on her face, the ecstasy he was causing her, and he could not help but leave her be this one time. He groaned as he felt her muscles tighten around him, Merlin she fit him like a glove. He leaned down to kiss her neck, Hermione's nerves were on sensitivity overload, his lips felt like fire against the thin skin of her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck, "Yes!" She screamed, as her second orgasm over took her, rushing through her body like hot lava. He came shortly after her.

He had to be careful not to collapse and crush her with his weight, as he came down from his orgasmic high. She moved in such a way, that it allowed him to stay in her and lie down on the couch beside her.

He pulled her close to him and stayed in her tight, hot heat. Soon, he could tell she had fallen asleep, her breathing was even and she was snoring just a tad. He looked at her face, and moved a piece of hair out of her eyes, "I think I am in love with you Granger," he said softly, before resting his head on her shoulder, and following her into sleep as well. His confession fell on her deaf ears, but the necklace that laid against her breast had heard it, and it began to moving against her skin, building their bond stronger as they slept.

The next few days passed by in a blur of sex and sleeping, with the occasional shower and meal thrown in. It was as if the two could not get enough of each other. It was as if they had been starved for each other and now they were able to eat again, so they gorged themselves.

Finally on Christmas eve the uncontrollable urges they had for the past three days had subsided, but now they could feel each other in more ways than they could ever before. They now could almost communicate with one another without saying a single word at all. Their bond was growing stronger and neither one had said anything about this fact, because neither one knew how to feel about it, over even think of is as a problem anymore.

Hermione and Draco sat at a small round glass table, that was on one of the balconies that over looked the small wizarding Italy town. They were actually enjoying each other's company. Hermione looked away from the beautiful morning scenery to look at Draco, who she was surprised to find him staring at her. The look in his eyes was the same she got when she first saw the beautiful scenery for the first time. "I want to make Christmas eve dinner," she said.

Draco seemed to come out of the pensive state he had been in. "What?" he asked surprised.

"I want to make Christmas eve dinner for you," she said again, this time not sounding as sure of herself.

"I don't think the house elves would like that very much."

She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "They can help then."

"Do you even know how to cook?"

"I picked up a thing or two from my mum."

"I don't know…" said Draco teasingly, "You might try to kill me."

"Now why would I do something like that?" she asked incredulously.

"Because," was all he said.

"Well, I won't. If I ever try to kill you, t won't be with food."

"Okay fine, I will let you cook me dinner. Piddle!" He called out into the manor.

"What can Piddle do for you young master and misses?" asked the elf as ift popped itself next to the table.

"Granger here would like to make me Christmas dinner. She has agreed to let the house elves help. Please let he kitchen elves know that they are not allowed to start dinner until Granger is ready." The elf bowed and disappeared. "I think I should give you a tour of the manor. We've been so busy that I have neglected my host duties." He stood and walked back into the room that had always been his since his family started staying there for winter holiday in his first year. Leaving the room, they walked down a long hallway and around a corner to the right. He approached a set of gold double doors. "This room was my father's," he said as he opened them for her to look inside.

The floors were made of white marble; the bed sat in the middle and was round with gold metallic sheets draped over the top. Four Rome like pillars stood in each of the four corners of the room. The room was big enough to house a family of four comfortably. "This is amazing!" exclaimed Hermione, as she stood in the door way, Draco had not invited her into the room and she figured that was for a reason.

He then went to a single door that was across from his father's room and opened it, "This is the study." This time he allowed her inside. "The library here is no where as extensive as the one in the Manor in London, but it is decent."

Row after row of what appeared to be both expensive and old tomes met Hermione's eyes. She felt as if she had died and gone to heaven. "This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life."

Draco put his hand to his chest in mock hurt, "And I thought I was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen."

Hermione drifted towards bookshelves. Draco reached out and grabbed her arm, "Oh no you don't, we have a tour to finish."

"But…" she said pitifully as she was pulled out of the glorious room."

"There will be plenty of time for you to let the bookworm out and read to your heart's content." He pulled her around another corner and down another long hallway; this place was becoming a maze to

Hermione. He came to set of double doors, which were a few sizes smaller than his father's had been.

"This is my mother's room." He opened the room and this time walked inside, allowing Hermione to follow. He had only gone into the room because he had saw an article of clothing on the floor. This was odd, was his mother here? If so, why had they not seen her in the four days they had been there? He recognized the piece of clothing; it looked like the cloak Hermione wore when she went to meetings.

He turned to Hermione, who was looking around the room; it was decorated in dark woods and greens, it reminded Hermione of the Slytherin common room back at Hogwarts. "Granger is this yours?" he asked, while holding the item up for her to see.

She went to him and took the cloak from his grasp, she turned it over in her hands until she found the clasp. "No, this isn't my symbol. Its Number Two's your mother." She handed it back to him.

"Why is it here?" he asked, thinking out loud."Piddle!" he called out.

The elf appeared with a pop, "What can Piddle do for youn Master?"

"Was my mother her recently?"

The elf nodded. "Mistress was here until last week, she has yet to return."

"Why was this cloak on the floor? Why hasn't her room been cleaned since then?"

The elf began to shake, afraid that it was in trouble. "Mistress gave the order that we house elves were not allowed to enter or clean her rooms while she was away."

"That will be all Piddle," the elf bowed and disappeared. Draco turned to Hermione, "Do you think that bastard vice Prime Minister did something to her?"

Hermione shook her head no, "Not if that is here, he would never have come here and we are not allowed to be in his presences without wearing it. Maybe, she just wanted to stay somewhere else and she forgot it here?"

Draco nodded and hoped that Hermione's theory was true. He walked over to his mother's bed, folded the cloak and placed it on the bed gently, so she would be able to find it if she came back. Nevertheless, somehow in his heart, even though he did not want to believe it he knew she would not be coming back to get it. He cleared his throat in order to stop himself from crying. Malfoy's did not cry in front of guests or family. He turned to look at Hermione, he could see the hint of worry in her eyes and he could also feel it coming from her. In a way, it comforted him to know at least in some way, someone cared about him.

"C'mon," he said, as he walked out the his mother's bed room, closing the doors behind them. "I have to show you where the kitchen is, so you can start on that dinner you want to make so badly."

He led them down several long hallways and down a flight of stairs before they got to the kitchen. Hermione gasped upon entering the kitchen, it was as big as the Hogwarts's kitchens and could hold at least fifteen cooking chefs comfortably. The counter tops and three islands were made of dark green marble and the cabinets were made of medium tone oak. The elves who were in the kitchen stopped what they were doing to bow to the couple.

Draco stepped forward, "Hermione here wants to wants to make Christmas dinner. You are to help her in the areas she asked for help in."

The elves bowed again to show that they understood. Hermione was surprised to hear him call her by her name; usually he called her Granger or his little slave. She frowned in confusion; he had not called her mudblood in a long while. When had that stopped? She stepped forward and addressed the elves, "I will need a ham, a sack of russet potatoes , a sack of sugar, asparagus, a bag of wheat flour, yeast a half a dozen eggs, lettuce, tomatoes, carrots red onion, a lemon, and salt and pepper." Her listed off the items she would need to create the meal she had in mind and counted them off on her fingers. Draco had seated himself down at a small round table, which sat off to the side of the kitchen. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Sitting, I want to see the bookworm of Hogwarts cook with my own eyes, I still don't believe it is possible."

Hermione just shook her head. She then set to work preparing the oven and the ham, while she did this;

she had the elves wash, peel and cut the potatoes in to chunks.

Draco watched as she moved around the kitchen gracefully, preparing the meal with an experienced ease. He was in love with her, he knew this, and had come to terms with this fact. Nevertheless, he had no intention of revealing this to her. They would part ways come graduation, whether the bond allowed it or not. "Where did you learn how to cook?" he asked nonchalantly.

Hermione stopped momentarily in cutting up the lettuce, "My mother. She was always adamant that I learn how to cook, she did not want me growing up knowing only how to make a sandwich when I was hungry."

"Well, perhaps if I don't die from your cooking, I will owl your mother and thank her."

"You can't do that."

"And why not?" he lifted an eyebrow and wondered why she had told him no.

Hermione sighed and turned her back to the counter so she could lean against it. She had ten minutes before she had to stick the bread in the oven; she had time to tell him. "You and one other are the only people that know about this. I hope that you will keep this a secret. You are a Slytherin however, so I will not be surprised if you betray me to the dark lord. However, I hope that I have put enough of my trust in you, that you will not do that." She could see his muscles tense at her words, but he nodded for her to go on, he did not promise to keep or tell her secret.

"Last year, a few weeks before his death, the old Number One advised that I move my parents to as safe hiding location outside of London, in order to keep them from any attacks Voldemort," Draco shuddered at the name, "Would try on me to get to Harry. I did as he said, I moved them to another country and modified their memories so they would not remember me or the little knowledge they had of the wizarding world. I planned on restoring their memories after the war was over, if I was still alive that is." Her expression turned cold. "However, that planned changed this summer. I had gone to check up on them over the summer. I pretended my car had broken down close to their house and asked if I could use their phone to call a tow truck. My parents had always been gracious people, they let me in without a hitch and I pretended to call my towing company. After I was done, they offered me some tea and a chance to rest, before I had to walk back to my car. During this time, I heard a baby cry from a room in the back of the house. They told me that they had a six month old son, and they found out that morning that they were expecting again and that she was already four weeks along. They had told me how happy they were, that they had always wanted a big family and had been trying for years now. After learning this, I lost my will to take this life away from them. So I left. I gave my mother a thankful hug, I probably held on longer than what is considered normal. I couldn't let it be quick…it was going to be the last hug I would ever give her. At least if I die during this stupid war, I can die knowing that they are alive and happy."

Draco did not know what to say, it was a lot of information to take in. "I'm sorry," was all he said.

"Don't be." She then went back to her cooking. Draco could not believe she would trust him enough to tell him a secret like that, even though she knew there was a chance he could tell the dark lord.

Draco looked at all the delicious looking food in front of him; it smelled like heaven served on a table. The two began to eat in silence, "This is delicious Hermione," he said, as he cut off another piece of hi s honey glazed ham.

"Thank you," she said, a small sliver of pride filled her at hearing her name once again fall from his lips so easily.

Soon the main meal was done and Draco invited her to the cozy sitting room to have cherry cheesecake and coffee. As they sat there in the firelight, Draco put down his fork on his plate and looked at her, earlier in the day he had read the last passage in the previous Number One's journal, what it had said had bugged him ever since. "Today I read the last entry of the journal," he said.

Hermione looked at him surprised. "What did it say?" she asked, as she now sat forward in her chair.

"It was one line and the first time I had seen him use your name. It said, I love you Hermione."

Hermione gasped and put a hand to her mouth as tears came to her eyes. "It really said that?" she asked.

"Yes, do you love him?" he asked, not sure if he truly wanted to know the answer.

Hermione turned her head to look into the fire; she could not look at Draco in that moment. "I would like to think I did at the time. He opened my eyes to a world that I enjoy and helped me let go of the control I had always needed before. I was only seventeen when he took me into the world of Vox. I had no idea what love felt like, I only knew what lust felt like. I still don't know what love feels like a year later."

"Who was he?" Draco sat forward in his chair, he had wanted to know the answer since he had begun reading the man's journal, who did not have his name anywhere inside it.

Hermione looked at him, she could feel his longing of wanting to know who it was who had stole her heart at that time. The man was dead; it was not like Draco could use the information against him or her. It is very hard to blackmail the dead after all, unless they were a ghost of course. She was certain her ex-lover was not a ghost, she had made sure of that fact, she had cried herself to sleep over it. "He was Remus Lupin."

Draco frowned for a moment; he was trying to remember how he recognized that name. His eyes widened, "The dark arts professor in our third year, the one that turned out to be a werewolf?" She nodded, she was once again looking into the fire. "How did he become part of Vox?"

"He was sixteen and a half. The Number One of his time saw the work he did in school and invited him to join. He replaced Number Three, the old one had retired. A few months after he had joined, the

Number One then decided he also wanted to retire, he then made Remus the next Number One, he was the youngest Number One since Merlin himself."

"Merlin was part of Vox?"

"Yes, he founded it, he wanted to surround himself with people of genius and power, who he could gain experience from and at that time, and advice on how to advise Arthur as he was the king of the muggles at that time."

"If Lupin died before he could choose a successor, how did that bastard that is in charge now come to be?"

"Voting by the other members, he can be very persuasive." She seemed to close up after this.

"I see." He leaned back in his chair and looked at her. He watched the firelight dance across her face, her beauty captivated him. She had just shared a part of herself that he was sure no other person had ever seen before. In that moment he desperately wanted to tell her that he loved her, but he bit his tongue, "Happy Christmas, Hermione."

Hermione looked at him and was surprised by the love and warmth she saw in his silver eyes. She mentally shook her head, there was no way he could love her. He only saw himself as her masters nothing more nothing less. "Happy Christmas Draco."
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