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In the Dossiers of Snakes	By : SarahRae Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 6526 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to the Harry Potter Series, and I make no money from writting this- I gain only joy

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Discontent in the Den:
The pair reappeared in front of a white brick cottage, smoke swirled out of the chimney, and light flickered beyond the curtains and yellow door, making a very welcome picture.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and fed,” she said. Draco felt the magical wards bend around them to give them entrance to the tiny sanctuary.
They stepped through into the entrance hall and both looked up to see Severus, Lucius and Rab emerging from different rooms.
“You summoned us ma loutre?” Came the velvety voice of the Potions Master.
“Indeed Professor, it smells wonderful in here. Are you cooking, Rab?”
The dark blue-eyed wizard winked at her, “Your favorite darling.”
“Fantastic, I am going to go clean up Draco and then we can all have dinner.” She started off down the hall not noticing the shocked look on Draco’s face as three of the most powerful wizards he knew came to heel for a petite muggleborn witch.
The bathroom was small but functional, and Draco found himself perched on the closed toilet seat and shirtless in mere seconds.
Hermione was busy running her wand over his body checking internal and external injuries and healing as she went. She was so focused she hadn’t noticed Lucius come and lean against the door.
“Father,” Draco greeted with a nod.
“Son, I assume the mission is complete.”
“Indeed,” he replied
“A silent few save the masses again.” Hermione piped in, placing a salve-covered bandage over a rather deep cut down his shoulder and back.
“There you are Draco, now I am in desperate need of some of Rab’s beef stew.” She affectionately kissed Draco’s brow and bestowed a kiss on the cheek of his sire, before making her way to the kitchen.
Lucius just lifted a perfectly arched eyebrow at his young heir before following the witch into the kitchen.
Draco came up behind his father and watched the surreal scene unfold before him. Hermione stood on tiptoe behind Rab, her chin on his shoulder as he stirred a scrumptious smelling stew.
She gave him a tight squeeze around his waist before turning to help Severus with setting the table. She grabbed a large loaf of bread and a handful of spoons, following the potions master around the table as he set down bowls.
She teasingly bumped her curved hip against his thigh, and with an actual smile he ran his hand down her back and cupped her pert bottom.
She playfully smacked his chest and set about cutting the bread.
Draco was beyond astonished at the natural domesticity that he was witnessing. Lucius was still smirking when he entered the kitchen.
Lucius fetched a bottle of red wine and opened it. He handed a freshly poured class to Hermione, the witch all but purring as the wizard dragged his finger down her neck and over her collar.
They all settled around the table and partook in the hearty feast. The atmosphere was comfortable, and they spoke and laughed about many topics. When they had all finished Hermione kicked her men out to the living room so she could clean in peace.
Draco took a seat next to his father in the living room. His uncle Severus took a book from the side table, opened it and got comfortable in a large leather wing back. His father opened a folder and started to skim through accounts, and Rabastan was tinkering on the small piano.
“Have you all lost your bloody minds?” he asked suddenly, and all the wizards turned to the young man.
“What are you talking about?” Drawled his godfather.
“How you are acting around that witch, it is like you are her little lap dogs or something.” He ranted then huffed.
Lucius chucked, “You have no idea of what you speak.”
“Rabastan LeStrange, one of the fiercest warriors- cooks, the greatest spy in our world- sets tables and you, the Pureblood aristocrat pours wine in a muggle kitchen!”
“Do calm yourself, there is far more happening here Draco.”
Just then Hermione walked through the archway and pulled the tie from her hair, the long auburn curls falling past her shoulders.

All the men shifted a bit in their seats as they watched her. She smiled her warm and loving smile at her snakes.
“So my den is full again,” she joked not making it past Severus who tugged down on his lap and kissed her lips.
“Indeed my darling.” Came the gravely voice of Rab.
“Play me a song?” she asked
He turned and began to play ‘Heroic’ by Chopin. Hermione reached out her hand and felt the long elegant fingers of Lucius slip between her own and his cool lips on her heated flesh.
It was not often she had all of her lovers in one room and her body was so warm; wonderful tingles moved through her flushed skin.
The men in the room sensed the shift in her nature, and also noticed her magic radiating through the air.
Once Rab had finished his song, Lucius spoke.
“Why not take a cool shower sweets, we have much to explain to my son.”
“Sounds like a good idea.” Severus helped her rise and she gave Rab a soft kiss, thanking him for the beautiful song.
Once she was safely upstairs the older wizards gathered around Draco.
“So what in the name of Merlin is going on?”
“Our Ms. Granger is born of magic.”
“Thank you for stating the obvious Uncle, we are all born with magic.”
“Not with, Draco- Of.” His father clarified.
“So what, she is a child of one of the ancient gods or something?” he half joked, but the humor died when he saw the sober expressions of his fellow wizards.
“But who, how…why?”
“Freyja was part of her parents joining on the winter solstice when she was conceived.” Severus explained
“The goddess of magic, love, and the underworld; that Freyja?”

“The one and only.” Rab answered.
“And she what? Took over Hermione’s mum’s body?”
“Both of her parents actually. That is why she is so powerful.” Lucius explained further.
“Gods can do that?” Draco looked rather disconcerted.
“Best not to question the actions of the Ancients.” Severus warned
They heard the shower turn off and the pipes gurgle. The men in the room felt drawn to her room and made their way to the witch.
Draco had not realized that he had joined the group until he was half way up the stairs.
They turned into a small bedroom, the light green, blue and cream colors offsetting the dark wood of the bed and dresser. Hermione was settling among the pillows
He noticed Rab morph into his snake form and make his way to the bed where Hermione welcomed him and beckoned the other wizards to her.
“Have they told you Draco?”
“You are a descendent of Freyja.”
“Yes, and did they explained what part they play in my life?”
“No, we hadn’t gotten to that yet.”
Draco watched as his uncle and father settled on either side of the witch, Rabastan coiled up in her lap.
“Time to explain some things I think.”

A/N: So not quite sure where this is going now since I wasn't planning about continuing- let me know what you think! and it will be a while before I can update- I will be in Rwanda for the next two weeks doing field research :-) so excited to head back to the African Continent!
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