The Snake :complete! Alternate Ending added:

Chapter Three: Anticipation





Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table her back to the Slytherins, nevertheless she still felt him staring at her. She inched closer to Ron who was on her left. Ron and she had been going out for a few months, she could tell he was head over hills for her, but she could not bring herself to love him in the same way. It was almost like kissing her brother, and he always let her push him around, he followed her around like a lost puppy. Frankly, it made her feel sick to her stomach. She did not want a man to act as if he was her girlfriend or wife; she wanted a man to act like her boyfriend or husband.



She turned her head to look behind her. He was staring at her with his grey eyes; she felt like prey and she could see the hunger in his eyes. Her stomach tumbled nervously. What was he planning to do with her? Why had she acted like that in the bathroom? Now he thought that he had her in his grasp.



Still, he knew what she wanted and she knew that he would give it to her, because he wanted to control her. She was a thing to him, a mere object for his pleasure. Which was a win, win situation for her, she would not have to worry about any real attachments. She could get her wild side out of her system, graduate Hogwarts, marry Ron, have a few kids, and still be well on her way to being the youngest minister for magic in all of wizard history.



Ron could never give her what she wanted, he would be too afraid of hurting her. In a way, she hoped that Malfoy would be different than the other controlling man she had been with recently, she hoped he knew when something was too much, but she also hoped he was not as gentle as Ron. She needed a happy medium, like He used to be with her before he died. She rubbed her legs together under the table, the thought of Him and the thoughts of what Draco may do to her made her very excited. The anticipation was killing her.



Suddenly she felt a different pairs of eyes on her; she looked up to find Harry staring at her while she was fidgeting.”Something wrong Harry?” she asked, taking note of how sad his eyes looked.



“I just miss him. It would have been a year ago today that he died.”



Harry had refused to say the man’s name after he had died; he had been like a third father to him, if he counted Sirius in the mix. Hermione felt shock run through her, how could she have forgotten? Unknown to the rest of the group she had known the man better out of any of them, yet in the end he had still remained an enigma to her. It was like he was to different people, one he only shared with her and the other was the façade he put on for the world around him. She cleared her throat, she was not going to cry here, and stood from the table, “I have to go get a book from the library. See you at transfiguration.” She gave Ron a quick peck on the cheek and left.



Draco watched her squirm in her seat next to her git of a boyfriend, what she saw in him he had absolutely no idea. He frowned when she suddenly stopped and said something to the Scarhead, then she stood and all but ran from the Great Hall. How very curious this was.



“Draco, where do you want to do it tonight?” asked Phoebe, his Tuesday girl, who had interrupted his thoughts.



“Sorry love, I can’t tonight, I have an errand that I have to run,” He sounded annoyed at being bothered.



“Can’t you have a house elf do it?” she whined, linking her arm with his, “I have been waiting for you for an entire week.”



“Ask Zabini to help you, I am sure he will have no problem taking on two girls tonight.”



She gasped and slapped his arm, before standing and storming out of the great hall. Draco rolled his eyes, any normal person would have cared about hurting a girl’s feelings he could have cared less. He had his sights set on something much better than a mere whore.



He scrunched his nose, the thought of her being a Mudblood disgusted him, but the thought of her kneeling before him, begging for him, pleasing him, over powered everything else. She would be the perfect plaything and in the end he would not have to worry about any silly attachments, he knew she would go back to the weasel, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun.



She after all, would get to wear the bonding necklace of snake tears, she would be marked as his while she wore it and she would have to bend to his will, because he would have power over her.



What neither Draco or Hermione realized, was that they were about to enter dangerous waters with each other and just leaving it all behind them would not be as easy as they thought.