What a Witch Needs

A/N: Ah yes! Got some sex and violence for you today, but not in that order. I do like ending chapters with sex, so please bear through some plot before you find out what happens in the downstairs room. It was all occurring simultaneously anyway.

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So this story is for you, the wonderful reviewers! Enjoy!

Thank you to Narcissa Black for beta-ing (Is that a real word? LOL Not meant to be a verb, I know. She did not beta this sentence obviously. It’s my own butchering of the English language.) this chapter.


Lair of the Serpents


Severus Snape entered the garden of the Riddle Mansion and bowed low before the Dark Lord. Tall bushes of black roses surrounded him on all sides with only thorny archways allowing escape.

“Ah, Severus,” came the chilling voice from beneath a black hood.

“You wish to see me, my Lord,” Snape stated. He had felt his dark mark burning just a few minutes ago and hastened to this destination.

“Yes,” Voldemort answered. “Have you the key?”

“Not yet, my Lord,” Snape answered. “There has not been an opportunity to retrieve it.” Severus kept his mind as void of thoughts as possible, knowing that Voldemort was very astute at Legilimency.

There were a few moments of silence before the threatening voice of power spoke. “Do not disappoint in this, Severus. The time has come for more aggressive action on your part. Soon you will join the ranks of your brethren outside of that old fool’s domain. Once you have the key and the girl, return to me.”

“The girl?” Severus said, surprised. “I thought you needed only one or the other.”

Voldemort turned to glare at Snape. “Do not question my orders, Severus.”

Snape bowed, “I’m sorry, my Lord. I only wish to please you. If you would like both, then I shall bring you both.”

“Good,” Voldemort said, waving his hand. “Leave me.”

“My Lord?” Severus dared. “May I ask a question?”

“Ask,” Voldemort sighed, impatiently.

“If you enter Marlston, even with the girl, those… entities… will protect her against anyone she feels ill will towards. How will you overcome that obstacle, my Lord?” Snape asked.

“I will not bring the girl with me, Severus,” the Dark Lord answered, “only her memories.”

Snape smirked at the ingenuous plan. He knew exactly how Voldemort would be able to plant friendly thoughts in Hermione’s mind. He knew because, he, himself, was a master of mind manipulation. Yes, it was a brilliant plan! Now, if he could only figure out why the Dark Lord wanted to enter Marlston, but that question Snape knew he could not ask.

“Most excellent, my Lord,” Snape bowed. He turned and strode out of the garden and to the front of the mansion where he had apparated before. Severus put his hand into the pocket of his robe and ran his fingers over the cold metal of the key, smiling at the ease in which he had deceived Voldemort.

OOOOOOO

Harry allowed Dudley to weep against his shoulder as he embraced him. After a few moments, Harry said, “You’re safe now, Dudley. I won’t let them get you.”

Dudley suddenly pushed Harry away. “DAMN YOU, HARRY,” he yelled.

Harry stumbled back a few steps and stood staring at his red faced, angry cousin.

“It’s all your fault!” Dudley continued. “If we weren’t related, none of this would have happened! Why did you have to be a fucking freak, Harry? Why?”

“I’m sorry, Dudley,” Harry answered. “I can’t change what I am.”

“What you are! WHAT YOU ARE!” Dudley ranted, his former fear turning into anger. “What the fuck are you? Hey? Some fucking Lord of the freaks? Is that why that killer wants you dead? Hey? Because you’re the worst freak of them all?”

Harry looked at his cousin’s red, tear-stained face as Dudley waved his arms and went on with his rant. But Harry understood Dudley’s anger and he allowed his cousin his say. Dudley began pacing the floor as he continued his tirade.

“They’re all dead because of you, Harry, everyone at Smeltings! I ought to kill you myself, Harry! Then those freaks will leave me alone!” Dudley took a threatening step towards Harry and raised his arm, fist at the ready. When he tried to release the full force of his punch, his hand froze in mid-strike as if an iron clamp held his wrist in place. Dudley looked at his arm in surprise and then turned his accusing glare on Harry.

“I know you’re angry at me, Dudley. I don’t blame you for that. But hurting me won’t solve anything,” Harry said, calmly.

“Fucking let my arm go, Harry,” Dudley snarled. “You deserve a beating! You fucking ruined my life! You’re always ruining things!”

“Sit down!” Harry said, growing impatient. A chair skidded across the room and hit the back of Dudley’s knees, forcing him to sit on it with a thump. Dudley’s face turned redder as he tried to get up, but he found that he was completely stuck on the seat.

“I hate you! I fucking hate you!” Dudley said in frustration as he tried to twist his big body off the chair. After a few minutes he was exhausted with the efforts and glared at Harry as fresh tears came from his angry eyes. “You’re going to burn in hell, Harry.”

Harry waited a few moments and then sat across the table from Dudley, waiting for his cousin to calm down a bit more. How was he ever going to break the news to Dudley about his father and mother? If Dudley was this upset already, what would he be like once he found out?

Finally, Dudley had calmed and he said, “Let me go, Harry. I want to go home.”

“You came to me, remember?” Harry reminded him. They looked at each other a few moments. Dudley seemed confused about the reason he came in the first place.

“I made a mistake coming here,” Dudley said. “I didn’t realize you freaks had whole towns to yourselves. I don’t want to be here. I want to be with normal people. I want to go home.”

Harry propped his elbow on the table and ran his hand through his hair. “You can’t go home,” Harry said with a soft voice.

Even someone as thick as Dudley could sense the dread in Harry’s voice. His heart began pounding in fear and his vision blurred as he said, “Why not?”

Harry slowly lowered his hand away from his face and raised his sorrowful eyes to his cousin.

Dudley looked at Harry’s expression in shock. Then he began shaking his head as tears flowed once more, “No… no… no…”

“I’m sorry, Dudley,” Harry whispered, swallowing his own lump in his throat.

Just then a loud crash sounded out front and the light of a fire flaring just outside the window startled the two boys within. Harry stood and released Dudley from the chair. He grabbed his cousin’s shirt in his fist and pulled him along. “Hurry!” Harry yelled. “Get behind the bar and stay there.”

Harry shoved the frightened boy towards the bar before he headed for the front door. Dudley threw himself down on the ground and covered his head, whimpering in fear and grief.

Harry opened the front door and saw that the pillar of the front porch had been knocked out and the wood had caught fire. Bill Weasley had his wand out, quenching the flames. “Harry!” he yelled. “There’s another one here! We should have known that they never attack alone. There’s always at least two. He shot at me while I was sitting out here waiting for you.”

“What direction?” Harry asked quickly.

“Over there,” Bill said, pointing northwards down the street. Bill finished putting out the fire and caught up to Harry who was already striding in the direction that Bill indicated. “I don’t think we should walk in the middle of the street, Harry. We’re sitting ducks.”

“That’s the whole idea,” Harry said. “I want to draw him out.”

Bill shook his head, thinking that this was the most foolish plan he had ever heard of. He looked nervously from side to side, his wand ready.

Harry, on the other hand, had no wand out and looked as calm as if he were taking a Sunday stroll. Then he said in a low voice, “Don’t turn around, Bill. She’s right behind us.”

Bill clutched his wand tighter, swallowing his fear. “How do you know?”

“I can smell her,” Harry said, turning his face towards his companion.

Bill gasped at the sight of Harry’s face in the lamplight. His eyes had turned completely black, no whites to be seen. “Her?” Bill said, shakily. He didn’t know what he feared more: the Death Eater behind them or the look of Harry Potter when the dark power overcame him.

Harry smiled a malicious smile, stopped walking and shut his eyes. At that moment Bill heard a woman’s scream and a sickening thud. He had to see what had happened!

Turning about, he saw the body of the Death Eater lying on the snowy road, a large, wooden sign from a proprietor’s shop covering her head. Harry had turned about as well and gave a small laugh. “Stupid bitch,” Harry said. He flicked his finger and the sign flew to the side of the road.

The Death Eater groaned in pain and Harry motioned his hand once again, dragging the body towards the spot where he and Bill stood, a trail of blood staining the snow behind her.

“Well, well, well,” Harry said, removing the mask from her face with the toe of his boot. “Bellatrix Lestrange! Fancy meeting you here. You’re brave to stick around after what happened to your mate back there. Or is it just stupidity?”

Bellatrix groaned, her eyes shut, as she moved her head from side to side.

“Harry,” Bill urged, “we need to bring her into custody. I’ll bind her…”

“No!” Harry interrupted. “What use will the bitch be in custody? The dementors of Azkaban are servants of Voldemort anyway. She’d be out the next day.”

“Harry, you just can’t kill her when she’s defenseless,” Bill said.

“I’m not going to kill her… yet,” Harry said. “Get up, cunt.” Harry motioned with his hand and Bellatrix moaned in pain as her body lifted to a standing position. Harry’s magic was the only thing holding her up and her head wobbled from side to side. “You have no idea how badly I want to blast a fucking hole through you for what you did to Sirius. But I need you to take a message back to your master.” Harry walked up close to her and whispered in her ear.

Bill could not hear what Harry was saying to Bellatrix, but he saw the Death Eater’s eyes open wide in fear, blood streaming down her forehead into one eye as she turned a terrified face to Harry. Harry then raised his hand and Bellatrix flew up and backwards at such a quick rate, that it seemed like she was being sucked backwards by a giant vacuum in the sky. Bill watched in amazement as Bellatrix’s screaming body disappeared over the far tree line of Hogsmeade.

“Where did she go?” Bill managed to say.

“Airmail,” Harry mumbled in amusement.

Bill swallowed and asked, “What now, Harry?” He gazed at Harry’s back as Harry stood looking off into the distance.

“I can’t face my cousin looking like this,” Harry answered. “He’s frightened enough. Take him to the castle for me, Bill. I’ll meet you at Dumbledore’s office.” Harry lifted his hand and his broom flew into his grasp.

“All right, Harry,” Bill said, still in shock at the display of Harry’s power. As Harry flew off, Bill was happy about one thing. He was happy that he was on Harry’s side.

OOOOOO

Hermione groaned and shut her eyes, trying to squeeze her thighs together to stop the serpent from reaching its destination. But the dark magic of her tattoo would not be thwarted by her feeble attempts. Her arms crossed around her chest and she looked around at the dark places of the Downstairs Room while the feel of the serpent slid over her clitoris, expanding itself to the size and shape of Draco’s cock. She gasped and bit her lip, noticing that others seemed to be stepping out of the shadows to watch her in interest.

The candles along the walls began to extinguish themselves one by one in domino fashion until there was but one left, a candle which floated in front of her and illuminated Hermione as if in a spotlight. Hermione could no longer see anyone else in the room, but she could feel them. She could feel their eyes watching her, devouring her.

The invisible cock slipped into her pussy and she couldn’t stifle the groan that passed her lips as she fell to her knees on the floor and shut her eyes. Sitting back on her heels, her hands traveled over her stomach and down over her lap until they massaged the bare skin of her thighs just below the hemline of her skirt. Her panties were soaked and her breathing harsh as she swallowed and tried to stop herself from moaning and making a spectacle. But, oh Gods! It felt so fucking divine. “Draco?” she breathed, lustily.

Then she felt a pair of hands slip under her arms and around her waist as someone knelt behind her and pulled her against him. Her hot, flushed face turned slightly and she leaned her head back against his chest, seeing the cascade of smooth blonde hair falling over her from above. His lips nuzzled in her hair as he pressed his hard erection onto her back and whispered, “Remember, love? Remember when you received your tattoos?”

Hermione shut her eyes and whimpered as the invisible cock plunged in and out of her passage and Draco’s hypnotic whispers sent shivers through her spine, making her clit throb for attention. His hands traveled down over her stomach and thighs and now rested on top of her own hands as he rotated his hips against her, grinding his erection more firmly onto her back.

His hair tickled her face as he continued to whisper, “Remember… Paulo? Remember how you exposed yourself to him? It made you so fucking wet, didn’t it, love?”

Hermione gasped and nodded, rolling her head back against his chest as she remembered. “Yes…” she whispered.

“You liked teasing him, didn’t you?” Draco continued, his voice pure seduction. “Remember how we had him naked for you? His hard, hot body and that large cock, remember that? Mmmm he wanted you so badly, his cock was dripping for you. For you, love, because you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Hermione whimpered in need. She wanted to touch herself, finger her engorged little nub, but she knew everyone in the room was watching

Draco’s tongue snaked out and swiped at her earlobe before he sucked it into his mouth. Hermione groaned and lifted her hips off of her heels for a moment as tremors of lust wracked her senses. “Remember how he tried to lick your delicious cunt?” Draco whispered in her ear as his tongue continued to flick out at her lobe, his hot breath emphasizing the wetness. “Everyone here, love, watching you right now, they want to have you too. All those hard cocks in the dark, dripping for you. Mmmmmm, yes, even the ladies, I bet you’re getting them wet.” Draco let out his own groan as he felt her shudder in his arms, his voice becoming more ragged with lust. “Remember Kitty, her sweet little mouth licking at your delicious pussy?”

Hermione groaned and shuddered more as Draco’s hands slid down to her knees and pulled them further apart. “No!” she breathed out. “Not here.”

“Yes… here,” Draco rasped in her ear, his hands moving up her thighs and lifting the front of her skirt along with them until her green silk panties were exposed to view. No other noises could be heard in the room as everyone’s attention was fixed on the sexy scene before them.

“Harry… Harry will…” Hermione tried to speak, but she couldn’t seem to be able to think any longer.

“Harry said others may watch, but not touch,” Draco reminded her. “Do you want me to touch you, love? You’re getting close, I can feel it. Mmmm, you’re so fucking incredible, so sexy. Merlin, love, let me touch you there, and then we both can come.”

“Yes,” Hermione moaned, pressing her hips forward again as Draco’s long fingers slipped down the top of her knickers and came to rest over her needy clit.

“Merlin!” she heard someone in the room exclaim as she pressed her pelvis onto her lover’s hand. But Hermione no longer cared that anyone was watching. She let out a groan of relief and pleasure as Draco began circling her wet clit with his fingers. She threw her head back harder against his chest and panted as her own hands traveled up her body to her breasts and she began massaging them, increasing her pleasure.

Draco began grunting against her hair as he could feel everything his fingers were doing to her directly on his own cock. Gods! He loved these tattoos. Hermione began shaking with the onslaught of her orgasm and Draco increased the strokes of his fingers, wanting to come at the same time that she did. His open mouth attached to her neck and he groaned with pleasure as she bucked on his hand and moaned. He held her snug to his body as she shook and stiffened and he didn’t remove his fingers from her until her body relaxed and she leaned back onto him in a languid, post-orgasmic stupor.

Draco kissed and licked her shoulder where he had bitten down and then raised his face, his hair falling back in place, as he looked around the darkened room with a smirk. “Show’s over,” he announced and he blew out the remaining candle in front of them.

Now the room was completely dark and the sounds of horny teens began to fill the room as the sexual tension that had just escalated needed to be released.

Draco shifted his body and pulled Hermione back until she was lying on the ground. “I can’t believe we just did that in front of everyone,” Hermione whispered.

“They won’t talk about it,” Draco whispered back. “It’s the rule.”

“Do you visit this room often?” Hermione asked, not sure she wanted to know the answer.

Draco caressed her face as he laid his body over hers. “I used to,” he answered, “before I had you and Harry in my life.”

“Why did you come down here tonight?” she whispered.

“Because I knew you’d follow,” he whispered back, his lips caressing hers as he spoke.

“You Slytherins are naughty,” she laughed.

“Yes, we are,” he replied before pressing his lips down more firmly, searching for her tongue with his own. Hermione moaned in his mouth and her arms and legs wrapped around him, pressing him tighter onto her body. She opened her eyes wide and pulled her mouth away when she realized something.

“You’re still hard,” she said in surprise. “I thought you…”

“You came before I could,” he said, grinding his hard bulge against her soft core. “So, my love, I’m going to have to fuck you right here.”

“Is that why you blew out the candle?” she asked, feeling him shift his body to the side so he could pull her knickers off her legs and kick his own trousers down.

“I could light it up again, love, if you wish to let everyone watch me pound you into the floor,” he teased.

“I think they are all busy with their own… activities now,” Hermione answered, listening to the moans and sighs around them in the dark.

“Hmm,” Draco replied, settling himself between her legs as he unbuttoned her blouse. He couldn’t care less about what everyone else was doing. Not when he had his beautiful witch under him, willing to let him have his way with her. His cock was aching to be inside her hot cavern. He kissed and licked the swell of her breasts as he unbuttoned her blouse and felt her hands come up to the back of his head, urging him on. Pulling the top of her lacy bra down and under one breast, he laved at the nipple with urgent strokes, nibbling and biting gently on the stiff bud.

Finally with a gasp he looked up and said, “I’m sorry, love, but I can’t continue on with the foreplay. I need to be inside you so fucking bad, it’s driving me mad.”

“Then fuck me,” Hermione encouraged, pulling him up with her hands and spreading herself wider for him. “I’m yours anytime you want me, Draco, anytime you need me. Fuck me!”

Draco slid right into her and let out a groan of ecstasy as her hot sheath enveloped his needy cock. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You feel so damned good.” He began moving his hips, driving into her warm wetness as his lips descended down to rain kisses on her face and neck. With his lips next to ear, he whispered, “I love you, Hermione. I’m yours too – forever.”

Hermione smiled in the dark and wrapped her arms around him more snugly, lifting her hips even more to meet his thrusts. Her lips found his and they kissed deeply, tongues thrusting as their bodies were.

Draco then shifted to his knees more as he lifted her legs up and he began driving deeper into her. “Yes!” Hermione moaned, not caring who heard. They weren’t the only ones making noise in the room.

Faster and harder he plunged into her, making her body shake and shudder. Sweat dripped down his forehead in this hot dungeon, but he didn’t slow his pace. Her hot pussy clenched around his cock as she squeezed her inner muscles around him, adding to his pleasure. “Oh Gods!” Draco moaned out. He threw his head back as he drove forward one last time, holding her legs in place while his cum shot into her. He was panting as he came down from his orgasmic high, moving his hips slightly, allowing her the delicious feel of the hot fluids lubricating his movements. “Did you come, love?” he asked, realizing that he had been so caught up in his own needs that he wasn’t sure she had peaked.

“Well… not quite yet,” Hermione answered softly. “I was almost there. But it’s all right. You made me come before, remember?”

He pulled out and hovered over her on his hands and knees. “No, it’s not all right,” he said, irritated at himself. “Draco Malfoy does not leave his lady unsatisfied.”

Hermione gasped at his sudden movement when she felt the cascade of his hair tickling her thighs and his hot mouth descending on her wet core. He ate at her like a ravenous animal and she reached up to her own head, grasping her hair and feeling like she was going to pull it out by the roots. “Oh!” she gasped. “Oh Gods!”

His tongue was delving everywhere, her anus, up her passage and all through her folds. But nowhere did he spend more time than at her clit, driving her hips bucking off the ground as he sucked and licked at it rhythmically. Two of his long fingers slid into her easily as he continued his pleasurable assault, their combined fluids aiding his entry and making her walls clench around him in need.

“Oh, Gods, Draco!” she moaned as she burst from within, flooding his hand with even more of her juices. He pumped his fingers into her throughout her contractions, loving how her legs shook and turned to jelly at the release.

As she let out a deep sigh of contentment and began to relax, Draco smiled in the dark and said, “That’s better.” He crawled up the length of her body and kissed her soundly before asking, “Spend the night with me?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “I’d love to. But not on this floor.”

“Of course not, love,” he laughed. “I meant in my bed. Come on, let’s go,” he said, rising to his feet and taking her hand to help her up. “I just feel like holding you all night long.”

“I’d like that,” Hermione smiled. She lit her wand so that she could find her discarded knickers and Draco’s trousers.

“Hey! No light!” someone said from a corner.

“Sorry,” she said, grabbing her knickers and putting out her wand.

Draco let out a small laugh and grabbed her hand to take her upstairs. “Don’t worry about putting those knickers back on. They’d just be coming off again shortly.”

OOOOOO

A/N: Raise your hand if you want to be Hermione? *hand raised high*

Thank you for all your Dudley suggestions as well. I had to say some of them were quite funny. You’ll find out next time where old Dudders ends up. I’ve been having a good laugh over what’s going to happen. People think I’m weird when I suddenly burst out laughing, but that happens a lot as plot ideas start running through my mind.

Let me know what you thought of this chapter. You got a bit of a reveal on Snape, but there’s more on him to come. It will tie a bit into Half Blood Prince, so hopefully everyone’s read the book by now. And no, I won’t be offing Dumbledore. I hated when that happened, personally. Killing off kindly, grandfather types just doesn’t sit right with me.

Let me know your thoughts. Thanks!