The Most Dangerous Thing a Slytherin Could Do
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Two Headed Snake
Hey guys, sorry about the delay. I just have so much going on right now. Hope your enjoying the story so far. I\'d be happy with any advice you may have. Really. lol. So here\'s the next chapter. Enjoy!!
Chapter Eleven- Two Headed Snake
He just couldn\'t get her out of his mind. Her very being plagued his thoughts, the way her honey colored hair shone even in the dull lighting of his family\'s library. Her soft face curving around each cheek bone and small nose. The small dusting of freckles on said nose, and her plump peach colored lips, begging to be kissed. Draco shook his head. She was Granger. She wasn\'t supposed to mean anything to him. Muggleborn. But damn, she was a beautiful muggleborn.
After the war, after his father, after the Dark Lord, he couldn\'t bring himself around to say Mudblood anymore. She was born of non-magical parents, for some reason her DNA allowed her to produce magic. Didn\'t that make her all the more enchanting? He thought so. What was so special about inbreed wizards, purebloods? Generations of pureblood wizards usually stayed within the lines of the family, marrying off their children to third or fourth cousins, if they had a big enough family like the Weasely\'s. Or, rich enough family\'s paid their children to marry otehr wealthy families. Like his. The gene pool was very limited.
After brunch with his mother and Hermione yesterday, his thoughts drifted to her. While they were there, he watched almost all of the emotions human\'s could produce, just watching her read a book. He saw sadness, excitment, remorse, determination, surprise, almost everything. The only thing he didn\'t see was pleasure. \'Well, I\'ll make sure I see that too. Exspecially when I\'m through with her.\' Groaning again at the thought of having her smooth thighs wrapped around his waist, he felt his pants tighten from the rising buldge. Trying to will away his arousal, he thought of Dumbledore in a muggle swim suit. \'There, that did it.\' Sighing in relief, Draco continued to pace his room.
His mother was up to something. He just knew it. The ex-Slytherin had Hermione over more often then anyother girl he knew. \'What is that old women up to?\' A knock sounded at his bedroom door, pulling Draco out of his thoughts. Turning to the door he shouted.
"Who is it?"
"The Tooth Fairy. Who the blimey do you think it is?" asked the voice. Relizing that it was his best friend, Blaise Zabini, he strutted across the room and opened the heavy door. Standing in the door way was non other than Blaise himself. Standing 5\'11, Blaise was a tall, black attractive man. He had dark brown eyes and high cheekbones. Mrs. Zabini, his mother, and Blaise, went to Brazil during the war. Blaise didn\'t want any part of the war, claiming that he was on his own side. Recently coming back last summer, the two Slytherins had much to catch up on.
"What do ya want Zabini?"
"Nice to see you too mate. How\'s your mum?" Said the dark man, strolling into Draco\'s room and sitting down on a arm chair in the corner.
"My mother is bloody fantastic. Is yours still whoring around?" Hissed the Slytherin. Couldn\'t he get the hint that he wanted to be alone!?
"Well, no. She got married, again while we were in Brazil. My new daddy\'s name is Elequemedo Nguyen." Blaise laughed at the ridiculous name. Noticing that the blonde wasn\'t laughing, he looked at his long time friend. Draco stood staring out the window, down into the court yard where most of the school was getting ready to leave for Hogsmeade. Looking past him he saw hundreds of students, waiting for the Prefects to take them out, bustling around with groups of friends. "What are you looking at?"
"People."
"People? What people?" Standing from the chair, Blaise made his way over to the blonde Slytherin. Looking down at the court yard, he immediately saw Potter\'s group. Bliase had no problems with Boy-Who-Fricken-Lived-Again, as Draco called him. He stayed out of their way, they stayed out of his. He doubted if they even knew him. He watched as Hermione hugged Harry and Ron before turning the other way, and walking down the cobble stone path. "What\'s there too look at? You got a crush on the Weasely boy or something mate?"
"Weasely? Are you nutters?" cried Draco. "Blaise, I\'m not in the mood for your antics."
"Not the red head. More of the darker boys then Drake? Potter then?" chuckled the brown man.
"Not Potty you ruddy git, its Granger!" looking in shock after what he just announced, he groaned in frustrations and slumped down into the arm chair Blaise had been in earlier. "I can\'t get her out of my head. I think she has be-witched me."
"Oh, yeah. It\'s all her fault." Laughing at his friend, Blaise turned for the door. "Ya know Malfoy, there\'s this saying that I heard quiet a lot in my younger years. \'A Malfoy gets what a Malfoy wants.\' Sounds familiar." Leaving Draco to his thoughts, Blaise turned for the door. "He\'s in deep."
Finally having peace to himself, he pondered. Yeah, he did say that. That\'s what his father always told him. The family mantra. When he was younger, if he wanted something all he had to do was tell mummy or daddy, and puff, it was there. But he knew that if he wanted Granger, he\'d have to work for her. Standing up, he threw on his robes, and dashed out the Head Common Room dorm, determined to set things straight.
After leaving Hogwarts for Hogsmeade, Draco scanned the busy streets for the honey curls of the Gryffindor Princess. Spotting her friend, Ginny Weasely, first he followed them, in the shadows of the over hangings of the shoppes. Draco watched as the two sat down on a bench, Hermione\'s head in her hands, resting on her knees. The red head put her small pale hand on hers, almost comforting her. \'Comforting her?\' Leaning in more, he heard their conversation.
"I don\'t want to know about Mrs. Ferret! I wanna know about the spawn of the devil." cried the Weaslette. Thinking it was his place to step in Draco walked up quietly to the two.
"He, he was. I don\'t know what word to use!"
"Well that\'s a first Granger." Startled by the masculine voice, Hermione shot her head up to meet piercing grey eyes. Draco smirked at her small frame under his. Oh, he just couldn\'t wait.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Asked the furious red head.
"Wondering why you haven\'t responded to my mother\'s letter." \'Oh, sure ya tart, blame mum.\' thought the blonde at his lame explaination for his presence. Well he just couldn\'t say that he was stalking her now could he? That\'d be weird.
"I haven\'t been to the Owlery since yesterday Malfoy. Tell your mum I will fetch my letter and respond to her after my outing with Ginny." Pulling her shoulders back, she eyed him with her hazel eyes. \'Now bite my ass Malfoy and leave.\' Using Occlumency
on the burnette, he smirked on the inside. \'Oh, I\'d love to bite that cute round ass Granger.\'
"Thanks,but no thanks Granger." Turning and leaving, his cloak billowing in the breeze he made, Draco walked far enough so that they couldn\'t see him, but enought to still hear them. Stalking his ass.
"What was that?"
"That was Malfoy."
"No. At the end. What he said."
"No idea. Who cares? He\'s a bumbling idiot." Laughing softly Hermione stood from her seat and looked at her friend. "I\'m going to look at some books that I\'ve been waiting for ages to come in. Want to join?"
"Goodness no! I\'ll talk to you later." With that he watched Weasely practically skip away from Hermione. Turning his attention to his prey, Draco watch her walk towards said book store. \'Doesn\'t the girl do anything else?\' Looking around, seeing no one near by, he pounced.
Knowingly knocking the wind from her lungs, Draco pushed her up against a stone wall, trapping her small curvy body against his. He held back a moan as he felt her breast push into his chiseled chest. She was fanfuckingtastic.
"Your a cheeky wench aren\'t you Granger?" The blonde smirked pushing her body into the wall with his lean body. " Such a tounge you have. Can\'t you put that to a better use? Hm? Like sucking Weasel\'s orange bushed cock?" \'Eww, really, why couldn\'t I had just said my cock. Sweet Mother of England.\'
"Get. Off. Me."
"Tut tut tut. The magic words?"
"Fuck. You." she hissed. He watch Hermione look up at him. Her eyes played a movie reel of emotions, just like before. She looked up at him like she was trying to figure out a potions problem, bewildered at what she saw. \'What does she see?\' questioned Draco to himself.
"You will meet me in the Common Room, in one hour. Got it?" Looking at her for another second, he pulled away and vanished. He needed every minute to get ready for what was about to happend.
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Chapter Eleven- Two Headed Snake
He just couldn\'t get her out of his mind. Her very being plagued his thoughts, the way her honey colored hair shone even in the dull lighting of his family\'s library. Her soft face curving around each cheek bone and small nose. The small dusting of freckles on said nose, and her plump peach colored lips, begging to be kissed. Draco shook his head. She was Granger. She wasn\'t supposed to mean anything to him. Muggleborn. But damn, she was a beautiful muggleborn.
After the war, after his father, after the Dark Lord, he couldn\'t bring himself around to say Mudblood anymore. She was born of non-magical parents, for some reason her DNA allowed her to produce magic. Didn\'t that make her all the more enchanting? He thought so. What was so special about inbreed wizards, purebloods? Generations of pureblood wizards usually stayed within the lines of the family, marrying off their children to third or fourth cousins, if they had a big enough family like the Weasely\'s. Or, rich enough family\'s paid their children to marry otehr wealthy families. Like his. The gene pool was very limited.
After brunch with his mother and Hermione yesterday, his thoughts drifted to her. While they were there, he watched almost all of the emotions human\'s could produce, just watching her read a book. He saw sadness, excitment, remorse, determination, surprise, almost everything. The only thing he didn\'t see was pleasure. \'Well, I\'ll make sure I see that too. Exspecially when I\'m through with her.\' Groaning again at the thought of having her smooth thighs wrapped around his waist, he felt his pants tighten from the rising buldge. Trying to will away his arousal, he thought of Dumbledore in a muggle swim suit. \'There, that did it.\' Sighing in relief, Draco continued to pace his room.
His mother was up to something. He just knew it. The ex-Slytherin had Hermione over more often then anyother girl he knew. \'What is that old women up to?\' A knock sounded at his bedroom door, pulling Draco out of his thoughts. Turning to the door he shouted.
"Who is it?"
"The Tooth Fairy. Who the blimey do you think it is?" asked the voice. Relizing that it was his best friend, Blaise Zabini, he strutted across the room and opened the heavy door. Standing in the door way was non other than Blaise himself. Standing 5\'11, Blaise was a tall, black attractive man. He had dark brown eyes and high cheekbones. Mrs. Zabini, his mother, and Blaise, went to Brazil during the war. Blaise didn\'t want any part of the war, claiming that he was on his own side. Recently coming back last summer, the two Slytherins had much to catch up on.
"What do ya want Zabini?"
"Nice to see you too mate. How\'s your mum?" Said the dark man, strolling into Draco\'s room and sitting down on a arm chair in the corner.
"My mother is bloody fantastic. Is yours still whoring around?" Hissed the Slytherin. Couldn\'t he get the hint that he wanted to be alone!?
"Well, no. She got married, again while we were in Brazil. My new daddy\'s name is Elequemedo Nguyen." Blaise laughed at the ridiculous name. Noticing that the blonde wasn\'t laughing, he looked at his long time friend. Draco stood staring out the window, down into the court yard where most of the school was getting ready to leave for Hogsmeade. Looking past him he saw hundreds of students, waiting for the Prefects to take them out, bustling around with groups of friends. "What are you looking at?"
"People."
"People? What people?" Standing from the chair, Blaise made his way over to the blonde Slytherin. Looking down at the court yard, he immediately saw Potter\'s group. Bliase had no problems with Boy-Who-Fricken-Lived-Again, as Draco called him. He stayed out of their way, they stayed out of his. He doubted if they even knew him. He watched as Hermione hugged Harry and Ron before turning the other way, and walking down the cobble stone path. "What\'s there too look at? You got a crush on the Weasely boy or something mate?"
"Weasely? Are you nutters?" cried Draco. "Blaise, I\'m not in the mood for your antics."
"Not the red head. More of the darker boys then Drake? Potter then?" chuckled the brown man.
"Not Potty you ruddy git, its Granger!" looking in shock after what he just announced, he groaned in frustrations and slumped down into the arm chair Blaise had been in earlier. "I can\'t get her out of my head. I think she has be-witched me."
"Oh, yeah. It\'s all her fault." Laughing at his friend, Blaise turned for the door. "Ya know Malfoy, there\'s this saying that I heard quiet a lot in my younger years. \'A Malfoy gets what a Malfoy wants.\' Sounds familiar." Leaving Draco to his thoughts, Blaise turned for the door. "He\'s in deep."
Finally having peace to himself, he pondered. Yeah, he did say that. That\'s what his father always told him. The family mantra. When he was younger, if he wanted something all he had to do was tell mummy or daddy, and puff, it was there. But he knew that if he wanted Granger, he\'d have to work for her. Standing up, he threw on his robes, and dashed out the Head Common Room dorm, determined to set things straight.
After leaving Hogwarts for Hogsmeade, Draco scanned the busy streets for the honey curls of the Gryffindor Princess. Spotting her friend, Ginny Weasely, first he followed them, in the shadows of the over hangings of the shoppes. Draco watched as the two sat down on a bench, Hermione\'s head in her hands, resting on her knees. The red head put her small pale hand on hers, almost comforting her. \'Comforting her?\' Leaning in more, he heard their conversation.
"I don\'t want to know about Mrs. Ferret! I wanna know about the spawn of the devil." cried the Weaslette. Thinking it was his place to step in Draco walked up quietly to the two.
"He, he was. I don\'t know what word to use!"
"Well that\'s a first Granger." Startled by the masculine voice, Hermione shot her head up to meet piercing grey eyes. Draco smirked at her small frame under his. Oh, he just couldn\'t wait.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Asked the furious red head.
"Wondering why you haven\'t responded to my mother\'s letter." \'Oh, sure ya tart, blame mum.\' thought the blonde at his lame explaination for his presence. Well he just couldn\'t say that he was stalking her now could he? That\'d be weird.
"I haven\'t been to the Owlery since yesterday Malfoy. Tell your mum I will fetch my letter and respond to her after my outing with Ginny." Pulling her shoulders back, she eyed him with her hazel eyes. \'Now bite my ass Malfoy and leave.\' Using Occlumency
on the burnette, he smirked on the inside. \'Oh, I\'d love to bite that cute round ass Granger.\'
"Thanks,but no thanks Granger." Turning and leaving, his cloak billowing in the breeze he made, Draco walked far enough so that they couldn\'t see him, but enought to still hear them. Stalking his ass.
"What was that?"
"That was Malfoy."
"No. At the end. What he said."
"No idea. Who cares? He\'s a bumbling idiot." Laughing softly Hermione stood from her seat and looked at her friend. "I\'m going to look at some books that I\'ve been waiting for ages to come in. Want to join?"
"Goodness no! I\'ll talk to you later." With that he watched Weasely practically skip away from Hermione. Turning his attention to his prey, Draco watch her walk towards said book store. \'Doesn\'t the girl do anything else?\' Looking around, seeing no one near by, he pounced.
Knowingly knocking the wind from her lungs, Draco pushed her up against a stone wall, trapping her small curvy body against his. He held back a moan as he felt her breast push into his chiseled chest. She was fanfuckingtastic.
"Your a cheeky wench aren\'t you Granger?" The blonde smirked pushing her body into the wall with his lean body. " Such a tounge you have. Can\'t you put that to a better use? Hm? Like sucking Weasel\'s orange bushed cock?" \'Eww, really, why couldn\'t I had just said my cock. Sweet Mother of England.\'
"Get. Off. Me."
"Tut tut tut. The magic words?"
"Fuck. You." she hissed. He watch Hermione look up at him. Her eyes played a movie reel of emotions, just like before. She looked up at him like she was trying to figure out a potions problem, bewildered at what she saw. \'What does she see?\' questioned Draco to himself.
"You will meet me in the Common Room, in one hour. Got it?" Looking at her for another second, he pulled away and vanished. He needed every minute to get ready for what was about to happend.
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