Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

Damiana – Thanks for the offer! Its very sweet. I type 65 words a minute and have about 6 hours of every workday with nothing to do. It’s the secret to my fast posting skills. Oh, and a big imagination. Heh. I like to post right away without really editing it simply because I have a new idea that I just HAVE to get out there, My mind reads like a book so if I stay to long on one chapter I feel like I am loosing momentum. If you can keep up, I have no problem passing you the works to fix up. Email me at rragosta@tvtraffic.com, with questions.

Kalderas- As always, you entertain me to no end. I hope that some of your questions will be answered soon ( In this next chapter.) Also, Thank you for noticing my faux pas, It’s dyslexia not my keen wit that had the ae, fuct in my title. Will correct immediately.

Sureves, Umm.. I love you? Your encouragement is always so vivid and uplifting. Thanks for the reviews. Hermione will respond with grace and poise befitting her nature. Yeah RIGHT. Hehe.

Chelleybelle – Veritaserum only compels a liar to tell the truth. Hermione did not lie. Draco was responsible for her not leaving :P He banged some knitwit that by cursing her, got her thrown into the pit and therefore she could not escape. However, its not a lie so she could say it truthfully. Everyone else assumed it was love and put their own interperation of what ‘staying for Draco’ meant. Is this confusing? It seems confusing, Oh well.. Hope it helps.


Everyone else. I love you guys, I need to dive into my angst books and pull some crap out. PLEASE enjoy.

Hermione sat in the tub of steaming water. The scent of lilies rose up from the water. The smell of the lilies reminded her of death. Dumbledore and Diggory among others. Hermione traced the cloth over her knees and then down her calves.

Candles flickered comfortingly around her, chasing away the grim shadows that lurked in her thoughts. Voldemort needed her for something. Probably research. She was the brightest witch of her age, after all.

She had a reluctant guard dog in the form of Draco Malfoy. Her skin was beginning to prune she had been in the water so long. The water stayed eternally hot and she still could not wash the feeling of evil from her skin. Hermione dunked under the water and held her breath. When her lungs began to burn she dove up to the surface gasping. She rubbed the water out of her eyes and blinked them open.

A blurry Draco stood over the tub and she waited until he came into focus. She did not bother to cover herself but she stared mutinously back at him.

“You’re a bloody fool.” Draco spoke quietly, sitting on the edge of the tub. The highlights in his hair shone golden under the candle light. Hermione flushed with humidity, simply stared at his hair.

“You have beautiful hair.” Hermione blew a bubble under the surface of the water. Her amber eyes were glassy in the candlelight and her lithe wet body soaked in the water, her breasts bobbing above the surface in hard peaks. She appeared to have no shame now. Draco shifted uncomfortably to accommodate his sudden erection at her words.

“Why did you say that stuff to Voldemort?” Draco scowled.

“What? The truth? Oh yes, I could see how it could stun someone like you, to hear someone speak the truth.” Hermione hissed and rolled over on her stomach, arching her back so she could still watch him. Her long back curved to high, round buttocks, and firm shapely legs.

“You don’t know when to quit do you?” Draco hissed and he reached down grabbing her up out of the tub. Hermione dripped water as Draco hauled her up against him.

Draco was getting soaked but he did not seem to care.

“You won’t stop until we both are killed.” Draco sounded frustrated and angry as he nuzzled her and bit her light on the base of her neck.

Hermione felt her knees growing weak as he bit her. She buckled under him and dragged him to the floor. Draco moaned against her mouth as he parted her legs. “You taste like sugarcane.”

“You taste like the man I love.” Hermione whispered, her dark eyes tracing over his face to see his expression.

Draco leaned in and rubbed his fingertips over her belly. Tracing a symbol across her flesh, he smiled crookedly to her and she wet her lips. “I will kill Voldemort one day. Just for you love.”

Hermione shuddered with pleasure at his dangerous words. She opened her legs wider, and Draco slipped his fingers inside the tightness there. He plunged inside and moaned at her tightness. Hermione gasped from his wiggling fingers stretching her, diving in and arousing her so completely.

“Oh Gods…” Hermione clutched his head and pulled his mouth down to her breast, she arched her back and thrust her nipple inside of his mouth. Draco began to suckle at her, while thumbing her clit to sensitive arousal. Draco shrugged out of his robes and lay down onto of her. Pressing her thighs apart, he pushed his arousal into her. His cock rubbed the inside of slick hot center.

“Let me in…” Draco hissed before he pushed his head inside. His fingers moved down to teasingly stroke her nether lips before he pushed in further, stretching her until he was inside her to the hilt.

Hermione shuddered as her wetness soaked his cock and cushioning his sudden harsh thrusts. Draco watched her with intense eyes as he began to pump inside her, once, twice and suddenly that was it. He groaned and then came inside her. Draco withdrew quickly and stood up.

Draco threw his robes on in a fluid movement and left the room with a satisfied smile.


Hermione could feel the sperm leaking out of her as she watched Draco leave. His words were surprisingly careless and his manner abrupt at best.

Hermione touched her lips thoughtfully as she realized he had not even kissed her. Hermione rinsed herself in the tub again and then felt something cold expand inside her as she walked to the mirror.

Hermione stared down at her belly and traced the symbol Draco had done, backwards in the mirror. Watching her hands, she clapped a hand over her mouth and screamed without noise.

Hermione clutched her belly and slid to the floor. THE symbol was the fertility symbol. Draco was trying to get her pregnant. Hermione keened as she held her hand over her mouth, willing that the scream did not escape.


A knock resounded on the bathroom door.

Hermione jumped as Draco suddenly strode back in. “Are you finished with your bath? I can show you to the chamber you will be staying at.”

Something in the way Draco held himself. Cold and detached, and wearing new clothes, gave Hermione a bad feeling.

“Where have you been?” Hermione nervously wet her lips.

Better, Draco think she is crazy then not know the truth.

Draco frowned. “I was on the search patrol for the real Blaise Zabini. We found him, thank god. He was royally pissed off.”

Draco did not notice as Hermione slid to the floor, her eyes wet with tears and her teeth began to chatter. Draco finally finished talking and then stared down at her.

“What’s the matter with you?” Draco reached down to touch her face and Hermione flinched away from him. Draco’s eyes flashed with hurt at her recoil but then went flat with coldness.

“Where’s the brave Gryffindor? Rethinking your magnanimous plan to get us all killed by playing with Deatheaters? I told you, this is not a game.” Draco sneered cruelly.

“Oh I don’t know. Its a lot like Guess who.” Hermione said shakily, rubbing her shoulders.

“What are you babbling about?” Draco narrowed his eyes.

“Like, guess who was just inside me and trying to impregnate me whilst pretending to be you? That kind of game.” Hermione choked back a laugh at her flippant words.

Draco turned waxy with fear. “Impregnate? Someone was pretending to be me?” Draco gripped her arms tightly. “Who do you think it was…?” Draco rasped hoarsely.

“Someone who wants to kill Voldemort for me. Or so he said…” Hermione turned chalk-white and she whimpered, as Draco’s grip began to hurt.

Draco released her after the soft noise of pain and he brushed the hair back from her face, with a strange expression combined with worry and hate. Draco looked like he would say something but bit it back.

“The Dark Lord wants to see you for dinner.” Draco’s lips twisted in a wry smile.

Hermione rose up from the tub and wrapped the robe around her. She continued, even though Draco changed the subject. “I knew something was off because, he didn’t kiss me once.”

Draco nodded woodenly trying to swallow the lump in his throat. “Clever girl, I definitely would have kissed you.” Draco gave a pained laugh and then pushed her towards the closet. “There are some clean robes in there.”

Draco looked across at Hermione. “Get dressed quickly.”

Draco turned and faced the door with a rigid stance.

Hermione quickly shed the towel and fastened the new robes. Hermione turned to Draco. “Please dry my hair.” She murmured quietly, trying not to show any fear over the upcoming meeting. She trembled slightly as Draco moved closer to her and held the wand up to her wet hair.

“ Arefacio!” Draco gently waved the wand and it not only dried her hair but transformed it into a sleek gleaming mass of brown curls. Draco silently wondered why Hermione never bothered to do this herself. She looked amazing. Draco unable to help himself, grabbed a curl and twisted it between his fingers.

“You are dressing me up to give me to a monster.” Hermione whispered, her eyelids half-mast with pain.

“You didn’t leave. You chose to stay here.” Draco gritted out, the soft hair rolling between his elegant fingertips. She smelled good.

“I know. I was a fool. I got distracted by you and your stupid pureblood bride.” Hermione whispered bitterly. She stared at Draco’s mouth uncertainly.

“Since I am probably going to die soon anyway, I want to make it worthwhile now.” Hermione tilted her face up and pressed her lips against Draco, her eyelashes fluttered closed.

Draco responded, by crushing her to him and devouring her sweet mouth. It was too much, he could not say no to her. Even if it got them both killed. He tasted tears in her mouth and he pulled back to see her crying.

Draco looked guilty and he pushed her from him. “The Dark Lord is waiting for you.” His voice sounded rusty. “We can finish this later.” His silver molten eyes promised as much.

“If there is a later…” Hermione swallowed hard as she walked from the room, and Draco followed her at a distance.

…

Nagini watched the exchange with tears in her eyes. She could not understand their words. But there anguish was clear. The Malfoy boy was looking pale and angry all the time. He had tried to protect Hermione but failed. Voldemort was a sick man who needed to be stopped. Nia moved back into the pipe that she was half-dangling from. She needed to get back to Harry.


Nagini moved outside of the school through the pipelines. Nia popped out near the Shrieking Shack and heading to Hogsmeade. Moving undetected through the night, she went to the closed joke shop, and opened a loose board. Sliding down into the basement, she moved towards the empty wall there. Flicking out her tongue she slide along the wall, feeling for the invisibility cloak that she knew was there. Grasping the edge, she lifted it and crawled in through the hole.

Dangling, coiled in the ceiling, she dropped down into human form. She made the last few steps before she saw the other children.

Harry was asleep. He looked exhausted.

Nia lightly shook his shoulder and felt his wand press against her throat. Harry’s pale face shone as the end of his wand glowed with light. She blinked her yellow eyes at him and Harry rose up from the other children and walked with her to the other room. He shut the door and turned to her warily.

“Where’s Hermione?” Harry stared hard at Nagini and walked to the crude wooden table to sit down across from her. He rubbed his eyes and Nagini frowned. “I haven’t been able to get to her. The Dark Lord has taken a keen interest in her. I cannot understand what he is saying. It is in English.”

Harry pulls her to sit down next to him. “Will you allow me to look into your memories to find out what they are saying?”

Nagini slowly nodded. “I trust you Harry.” Her soft lisp caused a strange sensation when coupled with those words. Harry gently reached out and caught her face. His hand stroking her cheek gently.
“Just close your eyes and think about what you saw with Voldemort.”

Nagini trembled from his hand and she nodded.


Suddenly Harry was inside. The room was black and blue in color. Grainy like a old film, playing and suddenly Voldemort was there, reaching for a bundle of rags, tossing them aside. A young Nia was hiding behind the pile of refuse. Nia screamed as he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. When he spoke, it was in Parseltongue.

‘You will serve me or your family shall die just like your sister. Except I might take my time with them. ’

From Nia’s perspective, Harry could see a young girl frozen in a scream. Her face twisted in death, on the floor besides Voldemort.. Suddenly Voldemort’s eyes came into view. The cold slits of black burned into Harry’s eyes. ‘I will make you my companion, dear Nagini. You will never know suffering from me. I promise. Never again anyway.’

Nia trembled as Voldemort slowly pulled the child against his chest and his hands began to stroke the back of the little girls head. Voldemort gave a grimace of a smile and he cupped her to him. ‘NO! NO!!!!.’ The little girl screamed in terror but Voldemort ignored her screams as he proceeded to do exactly what he wanted with the child.

Silver tears spilled down Nia’s golden cheeks as she sobbed reliving the memory.

‘Please Harry, I can’t look at anymore.’ Nia clutched his shoulder in her mind and pressed her face to his chest.

Harry tried to sort through the memories and he could feel his mind burning from all the images of things he did not want to see. Finally, Harry found the images from earlier tonight. The exchange between Voldemort and Lestrange.

“The irony is great my friend. The filthy mudblood is more of a pureblood then all the Black’s and Malfoy’s put together.” Voldemort hissed.

Lestrange rubbed his chin. “How do we know for certain?”

“Bathilda was most forthcoming with her information about the pensieve before we tortured her to death. She is sure that the child was Hermione Granger.”

“We have the daughter of Salazar Slytherin and Rowena Ravenclaw. What greater broodmare I cannot imagine. She will give birth to a new influx of pure blood. The likes we could never have achieved before.”

“You have already been with her, have you not Lestrange?”

Lestrange swallowed hard and turned chalky. “Yes, my Lord. I did not realize that she was of such great importance. Malfoy was as well.”

Voldemort laughed. “Yes, at my insistence. Remember that Lestrange.”

“The drug that I was utilizing to subdue the Mudbloods was also a contraceptive. Do you think I want some filthy Mudbloods procreating with my purebloods? They were to be used as toys, nothing else. I am sure Ms. Granger was taking the drug as was everyone else, so it is unlikely that my plans will be thwarted for our young guest.”

Lestrange nodded, his features going waxy as he recalls that he gave Hermione an antidote to the potion.

Voldemort smiled. “I have visited with Hermione under the guise of being Mr. Malfoy. Already my seed rests in her fertile womb. The next heir of Slytherin will rise and with him, a birth of a new dawn.”

Lestrange seemed speechless but he nodded woodenly to Voldemort’s fanatical excitement.


Harry gasped as he pulled back from Nagini’s mind and memories. “Oh Gods. We have to get her out of there. I know she wasn’t taking the drug and we can’t let Voldemort do that to her.”

“Nagini… I need you to go back and pull her out of there.” Harry traced a fingertip over her cheek and sighed. “It is so bloody unfair to you. Voldemort abused you; you should not have to die because of him. We need Hermione if we can make this work.”

Nagini closed her eyes to his touch. She knew Harry thought she was a killer. He hated her but he needed her. It hurt deep inside her that she knew this, but she could not say no to this boy.

Harry stared down at Nagini’s sad face. He looked at his hand and her reaction to his touch. Harry’s hand dropped from her cheek to her lips and he sucked in his breath at their softness.

Nagini whispered hesitantly, her beautiful tawny eyes were uncertain. “Harry?”

Harry made a shushing sound and he moved forward and captured her lips. His tongue flicked out to entangle with her own forked one. He shuddered from the pleasure as she responded slowly, her mouth softening under him.

Harry’s hands reached up and gently began to stroke her shoulders, moving to her arms. Nagini trembled from the touch of his hands on her bare flesh. “Why are you doing this?” Nagini closed her eyes, enjoying the caress.

“Voldemort was so cruel to you. You deserve to be cherished…” Harry whispered before he leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. His bright eyes ran searchingly over her features before he pulled her closer to him. “It’s not always like that.” He murmured as he unbuttoned the shift dress that she wore.

“I feel so attracted to you. I do not know why, but something in you draws me. I cannot stop thinking about you. Even now that I know the truth about you. I feel it like a fire in my blood.” Harry whispered and he kissed her neck, licking her pulse.

He parted her shift to reveal her golden body beneath it. Nagini had a slender body with small breasts that were pert and wider hips curving to slender petite legs. She looked like a goddess to him. All golden skin and curves.

Harry exhaled slowly watching her tremble next to the table. She seemed accustomed to being stared at and it tore at him that Voldemort had used her so vulgarly.

Harry’s voice was hoarse when he finally spoke after looking his fill of her. “You’re bloody beautiful. Please say I can touch you… Let me show you what its like to be loved…” His tone was pleading as he asked permission.

Nagini shook with the desire he was arousing in her with his kisses and his words. “I trust you Harry Potter. Show me… what it is like with someone you love...”

Harry blinked at her words. “Do you love me Nagini?”

Nagini felt her sigh blur as she responded. “Yes. I love you.”

The words were so mournful that Harry almost stumbled back from the confession. Nagini knew no guile; she had no pretense to protect herself from being hurt by rejection. Harry suddenly felt humble before her honesty.

Harry walked back and cupped her face, drawing her into a desperate kiss, her words arousing him beyond comprehension. “I will do everything I can to deserve your love. Goddess… You’re so perfect.”

Nagini blinked as he cupped her small breasts. Her nipples stiffening from the sudden rush of cold air. She wet her lips as she felt desire instead of the revulsion she was accustomed too. Her eyes were a bit fearful as he bent his head and sucked one of her dark nipples. Rolling the tip with his tongue, he moaned as she gasped from delight at his ministrations.

“You’re too innocent to know what that does to me.” Harry whispered as he moved to her other nipple, suckled, and licked at it.

Nagini cried out from surprise as she felt wetness between her legs. “ I am bleeding…!” She hissed at Harry, clearly terrified.

Harry stopped and touched the moist heat between her legs in shock, but he saw nothing but the juices of her arousal. “No my sweet, you are just getting ready for me.”

Nagini stared red-faced at the ground. “Oh… I never… I mean, Voldemort… it was always blood.”

Harry felt sick to his stomach as he realized that Voldemort had never prepared her so it had always caused her to bleed. “Don’t think.. Just feel Nagini.” Harry parted her legs and pushed her up on the tabletop. Dropping to his knees, he buried himself between her legs, licking at the tender flesh as it grew hotter and wetter.

Nagini tilted her head back and arched like all females do in the throes of pleasure. Her voice failed her and she simply gave a guttural cry as the gentle licking began to cause her to rise higher and higher in pleasure, until finally Harry plunged his fingers inside her, causing her to explode in shock.

Nagini feel back on the tabletop, gasping and shuddering from pleasure. Her mouth opening and closing in muted screams as her body was spasming.

Harry smiled and rose to his feet. Shedding his clothes, he walked to the beautiful girl spread out over the table, like some extravagant feast, all for him. She was writhing in sexual excitement and aftermath and Harry suddenly felt as though his whole life, he had been waiting for this one moment.
The girl who lay eager beneath him was what he had been waiting for. Her beautiful golden eyes were wet from tears of joy and she blinked up at him with gratitude.

Harry saw her about to speak and he shook his head. He grasped her hips, pulled her to the edge of the table, and lined her up against him. He positioned his hard cock at the base of her wetness and groaned as he pushed inside of her. She was tight and wet.

“Oh Merlin…Nia, you are so hot.” Harry groaned as he pushed inside deeper. She arched and gasped while her body stretched to fit his length. “You’re perfect.” Harry kissed her hard as he began to slide inside of her, matching her arching rhythms.

Nagini gasped from the pleasure every single thrust made inside of her. She never imagined such a painful act could become the one thing that she would die to experience repeatedly. Harry was a part of her in every way now. With him buried deep inside of her as he climbed to pleasure, Nagini could feel him taking her with her.

Harry held back for as long as he could but her tight, wetness closed around him and suddenly he exploded inside her, the sensation breaking him down to a mindless jelly mass as he collapsed against her.

Nagini bit back a scream as she orgasmed from the sensation of him filling her up and she drew up her legs to embrace Harry and pull him tighter to her as he collapsed. Harry’s breath tickled against her neck and she tenderly pushed back his hair from his forehead. The scar shone under the moonlight pouring through the cracks in the walls and she felt coldness at the reminder of what was true.

He was Harry Potter. She was the last Horocrux. He was destined to kill her. Then why did he do this?

Nagini closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him tighter, ignoring the cold tears as they slid down her face.

If nothing else, they had this moment together. If nothing else.



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