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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
6,693
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Slytherins
SLYTHERINS
Chapter 1
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...if you should return to me,
we truly were meant to be,
so spread your wings and fly,
butterfly...
Butterfly, Mariah Carrey
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or its characters, Joanne Kathleen Rowling does, therefore I here declare that the use of which I make of them in this story is for pure money-free fun. I earn nothing from it except the delight of writing how I would like it to continue.
Notes: This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction by this I’m not asking you to be gentle because I will accept any review as long as it’s constructive.
A/N: Bloody Fanfiction.Net cancelled my fic \'cuz a bunch(30) of brats couldn\'t stand some incest...bloody toddlers!!
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Rain was pouring from the dark night sky, hitting her windows hard. She had just come back from a trip with her Australian cousins. When she had arrived home she had found it filled with luggage. The entrance to her room had been near to impossible. Thanking her witch magic she removed the unnecessarily bugging luggage and made her way into her room. What had been more disconcerting had been her parents’ absence. It felt like if they had been gone for some time.
Letting all these thoughts slip out of her mind, Hermione walked out of her room and headed to the bathroom when a peculiar trunk caught her eye. Walking to it moved by sheer Gryffindor curiosity she knelt down and inspected it closely. It didn’t take her long to realize that it was a magical trunk and so running to her bedroom she looked for the list of the other world’s most renovated schools of witchcraft and wizardry.
“Durmstrang?” she voiced uncertain if saying the name would make her realize the truth of its presence in her home.
“That’s right dear cousin, Durmstrang’s where I’ve studied for all these years,” stated a male voice from behind her.
Springing up to her feet, Hermione turned around only to be met with a male version of herself. Millions of questions instantly rushed her mind but her mouth voiced only one.
“Cousin?” it was barely a whisper but still audible.
Suddenly they were interrupted by Mr. and Mrs. Granger walking behind the young man that was presently smirking evilly at Hermione.
“Hermione dear, we need to talk,” said Mrs. Granger and then looking at the boy she added, “...all of us!”
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Now, Draco Malfoy wasn’t known for his tolerance for mudbloods or even worse, muggles. Yet here he was ramming into a muggle bitch with all the hatred he could muster only to prove to lord Voldemort that he was ready to obey any order. It was all about loyalty after all. When he felt the rush of heat reaching him Draco let it come and exploded inside of the disgusting thing to only a couple of seconds later, remove himself from the filthy thing and toss her aside and muster a deadly spell that only mediwitches and extremely powerful wizards knew, the spell of death, so as to get rid of any disgusting mudblooded outcome from the coupling.
“Very well done my dear Draco, deign heir to Lucius you are. You can feel relieved now, I now know and acknowledge your loyalty to me and our cause. You may leave,” said Voldemort, immediately after Draco was out of his sight and back in his room.
He only stayed in his room for a couple of seconds before a bile of extreme disgust overwhelmed him and he was forced to rush to the bathroom so as to rid himself of the disgusting smell on his skin. It still amazed him how he was able to act like his father wanted him to at command. How many women did that sorry excuse of a mudblood Voldemort, expect him to screw and then assassinate the most probable outcome? He had learnt what really hid behind Voldemort’s plans for the future the year before, when he had also realized that Potter wasn’t just a stupid idiotic git that enjoyed getting into unrequited trouble. He still wondered sometimes if things would have gone differently if he had looked for the truth right at the beginning and not waited for five long years before he truly opened his eyes to the world he would be entering. A world he, as wizard, was obliged to protect, that is, only because his honor requested such respect from his part. Walking back in his room Draco was disturbed by a crash coming from the entrance of the huge manor, the Malfoy manor.
Running to the source of the noise, Draco was left speechless upon seeing his father as a couple of guards took him away. Inspecting the symbol emblazoned on the broom, Draco understood immediately what had happened. The Ministry of Magic had finally collected enough proofs to come collect his father and take him forever to Azkaban from where, hopefully, he would never return again.
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As the four of them sat silently Hermione noticed the troubled expressions of her parents, then switching her glare to the young man she noticed that he too had a grim look.
“May I know what is going on here?” asked Hermione not daring to ask any further.
Sighing heavily Mrs. Granger looked up from her hands and began narrating what had been kept secret to the two Granger teens.
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:†: Nephiel Nephilim :†:
Chapter 1
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...if you should return to me,
we truly were meant to be,
so spread your wings and fly,
butterfly...
Butterfly, Mariah Carrey
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or its characters, Joanne Kathleen Rowling does, therefore I here declare that the use of which I make of them in this story is for pure money-free fun. I earn nothing from it except the delight of writing how I would like it to continue.
Notes: This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction by this I’m not asking you to be gentle because I will accept any review as long as it’s constructive.
A/N: Bloody Fanfiction.Net cancelled my fic \'cuz a bunch(30) of brats couldn\'t stand some incest...bloody toddlers!!
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Rain was pouring from the dark night sky, hitting her windows hard. She had just come back from a trip with her Australian cousins. When she had arrived home she had found it filled with luggage. The entrance to her room had been near to impossible. Thanking her witch magic she removed the unnecessarily bugging luggage and made her way into her room. What had been more disconcerting had been her parents’ absence. It felt like if they had been gone for some time.
Letting all these thoughts slip out of her mind, Hermione walked out of her room and headed to the bathroom when a peculiar trunk caught her eye. Walking to it moved by sheer Gryffindor curiosity she knelt down and inspected it closely. It didn’t take her long to realize that it was a magical trunk and so running to her bedroom she looked for the list of the other world’s most renovated schools of witchcraft and wizardry.
“Durmstrang?” she voiced uncertain if saying the name would make her realize the truth of its presence in her home.
“That’s right dear cousin, Durmstrang’s where I’ve studied for all these years,” stated a male voice from behind her.
Springing up to her feet, Hermione turned around only to be met with a male version of herself. Millions of questions instantly rushed her mind but her mouth voiced only one.
“Cousin?” it was barely a whisper but still audible.
Suddenly they were interrupted by Mr. and Mrs. Granger walking behind the young man that was presently smirking evilly at Hermione.
“Hermione dear, we need to talk,” said Mrs. Granger and then looking at the boy she added, “...all of us!”
§ § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § Malfoy Manor § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § §
Now, Draco Malfoy wasn’t known for his tolerance for mudbloods or even worse, muggles. Yet here he was ramming into a muggle bitch with all the hatred he could muster only to prove to lord Voldemort that he was ready to obey any order. It was all about loyalty after all. When he felt the rush of heat reaching him Draco let it come and exploded inside of the disgusting thing to only a couple of seconds later, remove himself from the filthy thing and toss her aside and muster a deadly spell that only mediwitches and extremely powerful wizards knew, the spell of death, so as to get rid of any disgusting mudblooded outcome from the coupling.
“Very well done my dear Draco, deign heir to Lucius you are. You can feel relieved now, I now know and acknowledge your loyalty to me and our cause. You may leave,” said Voldemort, immediately after Draco was out of his sight and back in his room.
He only stayed in his room for a couple of seconds before a bile of extreme disgust overwhelmed him and he was forced to rush to the bathroom so as to rid himself of the disgusting smell on his skin. It still amazed him how he was able to act like his father wanted him to at command. How many women did that sorry excuse of a mudblood Voldemort, expect him to screw and then assassinate the most probable outcome? He had learnt what really hid behind Voldemort’s plans for the future the year before, when he had also realized that Potter wasn’t just a stupid idiotic git that enjoyed getting into unrequited trouble. He still wondered sometimes if things would have gone differently if he had looked for the truth right at the beginning and not waited for five long years before he truly opened his eyes to the world he would be entering. A world he, as wizard, was obliged to protect, that is, only because his honor requested such respect from his part. Walking back in his room Draco was disturbed by a crash coming from the entrance of the huge manor, the Malfoy manor.
Running to the source of the noise, Draco was left speechless upon seeing his father as a couple of guards took him away. Inspecting the symbol emblazoned on the broom, Draco understood immediately what had happened. The Ministry of Magic had finally collected enough proofs to come collect his father and take him forever to Azkaban from where, hopefully, he would never return again.
§ § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § Granger House - London § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § § §
As the four of them sat silently Hermione noticed the troubled expressions of her parents, then switching her glare to the young man she noticed that he too had a grim look.
“May I know what is going on here?” asked Hermione not daring to ask any further.
Sighing heavily Mrs. Granger looked up from her hands and began narrating what had been kept secret to the two Granger teens.
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:†: Nephiel Nephilim :†: