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In the Dossiers of Snakes	By : SarahRae Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 6526 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rabastan: The Serpent with Secrets

Hermione smiled sadly as she though of Rabastan. He has suffered greatly before during and after the war. She flipped to his folder, she had asked so much of him over the years, but this mission… She brought the jade to her lips and kissed the smooth surface. Hermione closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the cool glass of her window.

**Seven Weeks Ago**

Hermione had been shown into the solarium of LeStrange Court. She knew this room well and curled up in he favorite chair by the French doors and stared out into the moonless night.   There was the tiny click of the door and the quiet sound of him entering filled the vaulted room; the slow sensual slide of scales against priceless carpet.

He always came to her in this form. The form she had found and healed him in. She felt the smooth glide of his cool body slip around her bare calf, and the leg of her chair. Soon the beautiful jet-black snake, his scales glistening with sheens of jade and turquoise, coiled up into her lap.

The triangle head rose and the bright azure eyes meet her dark amber orbs.

“Good evening Rab.” She greeted as her hands stroked the cool scales of his animagus form.

The serpent moved in and nuzzled into her soft neck, his tongue flicking quickly across her skin, causing her to giggle.

“Naughty” she whispered.

He seemed to grin as he moved down her neck and ghosted over the swells of her cleavage. She squirmed a bit at his intimate play. She ran a finger down his head.

“Sadly I am here on SD business.”

He nodded in understanding before moving to the floor and morphing back into his male form.

She could not help but grin at the gorgeous wizard that now stood before her. His dark brown hair fell around his broad shoulders. His olive skin set off his piercing blue eyes surrounded by thick, black lashes.

Letting her eyes slide down she admired the trim waist and strong legs wrapped in black leather. He made quite a striking figure all together.

“How are you my dear?” he asked, he voice a beautiful gravely baritone. He leaned down over her, brushing his lips across her brow.

“I come with a… difficult request to ask of you.” She explained, reaching up and stroking his lightly stubbled jaw.

He saw the distress in her stunning eyes, so he quickly pulled her up into his arms, molding her body to his.

“Come now darling, out with it.” He whispered into her ear.

“I need you as an agent on a very dangerous operation Rab, the target is very… unstable.”

“I love a little adventure.” He said back running his large hands up and down her back and side.

“And I need you to eliminate this target.”

“Is it someone I know?” he asked fearing he had already guessed at the wizard in question.

“Rodolphus.” She all but croaked into his chest, her arms a tiny band of steel around him.

Rabastan let out a sigh, his prediction had been correct. He gently lifted her chin to meet his eyes. He cupped her heart shaped face in his rough hands. He lowered his mouth to hers and took her lips in a soft kiss.

“I had a feeling that something was not right with him. I have always feared he would- fall back into the old ways.”

“I am so sorry to ask this of you but…” she started.

“I am the only one who can get to him.” He finished.

“Rab,” she whispered, the pain all the more evident in her voice. For such a strong and powerful witch she was still nurturing woman who hated to cause anyone harm.

“Come now my dearest,” he kissed the side of her neck and stroked her hair. “You can make it up to me,” he purred his tongue tickling the shell of her ear.

His other arms wrapped around her waist, feeling the tension start to melt away- making her malleable in his strong embrace.

“Mmm Rab, my serpent.” She turned in his arms and lifted her mouth for a kiss, which he enthusiastically obliged.

His large hands reached down and cupped her round bottom. He lifted her high and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Rab groaned as her body molded around his own.

“Shall we retire to my chambers my dearest one?” he didn’t wait for an answer as his started up long strides to the large staircase.

“Rab, put me down,” she chided

“No, I like you just where you are.” He answered back and shifted her weight even closer as he mounted the stairs to the North Wing.

The large door opened to his silent command, he wove through the front room by memory refusing to beak the seal of their lips.

Suddenly Hermione felt them falling down, only to bounce on the massive expanse of Rabastan’s bed.

She giggles and wrapped her hands around his shoulders.

“Always such a romantic Rab.” She complimented

“You love it darling,” he responded attacking her neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh.

She slipped her hands down and grabbed his gorgeous arse wrapped in tight leather. He pushed forward rubbing his hard length into her aching center.

“Too many clothes!” she whined tugging the ends of his shirt.

With a smirk and a flick both were naked except for Hermione’s necklace and the leather cuff around his wrist, holding a beautiful piece of Maori jade etched with the ancient rune representing H.

Merlin, she loved running her hands over his olive skin and feel the thick cords of his muscle tense and release under her finger. Hermione wasted no time mapping out the contours of his chest, back and arms.

“Such soft little hands darling.” He hissed as she moved her hands down around his hips and teasingly brushed his hot cock.

“Mmm,” she moaned as she wrapped her fist around him. “So soft, and hard and ready for me.”

Rabastan quickly folded her legs back, her knees over his elbows, he moved the large weeping tip through her moist fold before plunging deep into her.

“Gods darling, so tight.”

Hermione lifted her hands up, cupping his cheeks and bringing his face down to kiss his lips. This bet her body to meet his at an angle the made them both groan with the sensation

Slowly he pulled away from her lips, moved down to her chest. He nuzzled the soft flesh and teased the tight buds that topped her round breasts. His tongue wrapped around the sensitive tips.

“Yessss,” he hisses as she arched her back and tightened her hot wet walls against him. He picked up the pace, slamming into Hermione at full force.

“Oh yes Rab, my serpent- harder, please…” she spoke, her voice raspy from pleasure.

He reach down, the rough pad of his finger reached down and circled her little pearl of delight.

Her whole body shock with tremors, and with one well timed pinch Rabastan had her coming about in his arms.

He rode out the first wave, but gave her no time to rest and rolled his hips sharply and sough his own orgasm.

He growled and bit into her shoulder as he emptied into her.

Hermione was reduced to a pile of blissful goo, and molded herself in to Rab as he maneuvered them to lie side by side.

She nuzzled her nose against his, and he reveled in her sweet affection after such an ardent sex session.

“That was so good.” She mumbled kissing his lips.

They fell asleep quickly.

Hermione woke a few hours later, but instead of a man wrapped around her, she felt the smooth scales of his serpent form draped over her waist and wrapped around her thigh, his head resting on her breast.

“It is okay Rab, I know you have to leave.”

He lifted he head and ran his tongue across her neck in thanks. With one last look he slid from the bed and out of the room.

Hermione rose with a sigh, perhaps one day he would forgive himself.

She dressed and one of his many house elves escorted her to the door. She looked back at the large empty manor before slipping away.

**6 Weeks After That night **

Hermione had just gotten out of a meeting when she felt a warm sensation from her necklace. The Jade was glowing:

~Leaving work- will be home in time for dinner~

He was safe, but Hermione worried whether or not his heart had survived the mission intact.

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AN- so the plot thicken in her den of snakes.....
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