The Snake :complete! Alternate Ending added:

Chapter Two: Don’t tell


Hermione knocked on the door to the joint bathroom she shared with the prince of rich arses (the Slytherins); to make sure he was not in there before she took her shower. When she did not hear any rude remarks, she opened the door only to gasp, close her eyes and the door. Draco Malfoy had been standing in front of the mirror ‘admiring himself.’ And poor Hermione, well not to poor, got to see his chiseled arse in all of its glory.


“Like what you saw Mudblood?” asked Draco, as he taunted her through the door.


Hermione face was tomato red and she covered her face with her hands, “I knocked, you should have said something!” She yelled, avoiding his question.


“I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do. As far as I am concerned, this is my bathroom. I just let you use it to please Dumbledore and keep my position as head boy. If you don’t like it, you can go use the prefects’ bathroom or you can stop being a bloody prude and get in here to take your shower.”


Hermione puffed up her cheeks and let her breath out. She opened the door wanting to prove to him that she was not as prude as he thought. Her cheeks stayed red however, as she entered the bathroom and ignored his shocked look that he gave her as she stripped and enter the shower as quickly as she could. Only turning on the water once she got inside. She yelped in shock when the cold water hit her head.


Draco laughed, “I didn’t think you had it in you Mudblood.”


“Sod off ferret. I needed to take a shower and I didn’t want to have to walk all the way down to the prefects’ bathroom!” she snapped as she started to lather her body with vanilla scented soap.


Draco growled at the ferret remark and his nostrils flared at the scent of her that lingered in the air. He did not like her getting the better of him at all. He smirked, remembering the reaction she had to him the night before. He had always had a feeling the little Mudblood wanted to be controlled, since she was
always in control. He walked over to the shower and leaned against the glass box. “Mudblood, I have a question for you.”


Hermione stiffened when she realized that he was leaning against the glass of the shower door, still naked. “Why should I even give you the time of day?”


Draco smirked widened more, “Because I have figured you out. I know your darkest secret.”


Hermione stopped her actions of washing her hair completely, could he really know her secret? Did his father ever investigate what she was involved in?


“I know that you like to be controlled. That is your secret.”


Hermione let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She laughed quietly to herself, he was right, that was one of her secrets, but not her darkest one. She smiled before making herself sound nervous. “P-please Malfoy, don’t –tell anyone.”


Draco laughed, “You want someone to control you then? Hold you down, tell you what to do? Someone to tie you up when you have been bad, have you experience things that you have only been able to fantasies about. Who would of thought the innocent Hermione Granger, Gryffindor’s bloody virgin princess, was so….so dirty.” He seductively drawled out the last two words and a type of husky lust filled his voice.


Hermione’s knees went weak at the sound of his voice. The images of what he spoke of flooded her mind and she had to bit her lip to keep from groaning out loud. “Please, don’t tell anyone,” she said her voice sounding more lust filled than she liked. He was getting to her.


Draco was surprised at the sound of her voice; he was actually turning the Mudblood on? “I won’t, but you’ll have to do something for me in return, or I might slip up.”


Hermione grew excited, but also nervous, she was playing a dirty game with a Slytherin after all. “What…what do you want from me?” She asked, her voice sounding small.


“You’ll see, but I have to get it from my mansion first.”