Slytherins

SLYTHERINS

Chapter 5

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... swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
the goddess of imaginary light ...
Evanescence, Imaginary
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or its characters, Joanne Kathleen Rowling does, therefore I here declare that the use of which I make of them in this story is for pure money-free fun. I earn nothing from it except the delight of writing how I would like it to continue.

Notes: This is a Draco\\Hermione fanfiction so don’t get your ideas twisted in anything else! This is also my first Harry Potter fanfiction by this I’m not asking you to be gentle because I will accept any review as long as it’s constructive.

Warning: This fanfiction will contain sex and violence. From this chapter on the story takes it’s first turn into peculiarity thus it’ll have hints such as sex, incest and violence. Swearing won’t be very frequent I hope. If you’re not comfortable with incest then please don’t read. I’m presently reading The Witching Hour by Anne Rice so if you’re wondering where all this weird inspiration stems from, that’s your answer. FINALY SOME ACTION!!

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LAST TIME:

“I’m tired of these disputes!” exclaimed Lute, she and Noir then made the big error to lift their wands and point them at the Gryffindors and Slytherins that were standing up and shouted, “Expelliarmus!”

Angry beyond belief Hermione straightened up and turned around making her cloak swish and by doing so creating a magical gust of wind that almost killed the flames of the candles around the room, she then walked towards the heads and raised her wand-less hands to their faces.

“Nemo verbis!” cast Hermione. Suddenly the words in the two Ravenclaws’ mouth stopped coming out as they spoke silence. She had just cast a spell without a wand. The unpronounceable gift had been brought back to the world that had shunned it.
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A knock at the door disturbed the old wizard’s deep pondering. It had come back? How? These were the questions he had been trying to answer since two hours earlier he had witnessed the break through of such magic in his school...after so many years.

As the door creaked open Albus Dumbledore could hear her breath raving as if she had run all her life. With silky softness the witch’s voice penetrated his boundaries and echoed in the room.

“I imagine you were waiting for my arrival Albus, it has been a long time my dear friend,” stated the feminine voice as the body sat down on an old armchair, “I have felt it exactly like you have Albus, surely you were expecting this to happen,” stated the voice underlining she did indeed expect him to know what was going on when in all reality he was trying the best he could not to scream in frustration. She however needed no request of explanation from his part because she could read his ignorance in his presently dim blue eyes.

“Lela was deprived of that magic of hers before she had the child,” began the woman, where she assumed Dumbledore’s knowledge ended, “however it remained dormant in her son’s blood, we tried so hard to bring back the woman she was but failed in doing so because that damn wizard your great great-grandfather tied her to was cursed to only have male offspring...and after so many years we have her reincarnation and heir. She is to come with us where she belongs Dumbledore, she has already wasted too much of her precious time among wizards and muggles,” stated the woman with disgust.

“Your blood helped in Lela’s downfall because you knew what it would do in the long runs, you contributed in giving...her,” Dumbledore indicated the witch in his crystal globe, “the normal life she would’ve never had. Why are you trying to undo the only sane thing you can be proud of, the only good thing since you left us Narcissa?”

“My dear Albus, you really do believe women like her are made for this material world, don’t you?” asked the platinum haired Black.

“You can’t take my grandchild away Narcissa, Voldemort has already deprived me of the chance of seeing them grow, I won’t let that happen again!” protested the old man, because that was what he was right in that moment. A man that demanded not to be separated from his only family left.

“Scarlet suffered greatly because of you. You were the only wrong choice she made in her life. Your granddaughter will come with us, beg all you want but that’s what the sisters have decided. Good-bye...Albus Dumbledore,” whispered Narcissa Black as she disapparated from the room.

Tapping his wand on a regular painting portraying an English site, the headmaster watched as the canvas turned into the portrait of a beautiful woman. Her crimson eyes were the main attraction of her gorgeous face, her baby lineaments were cuddled by the silk-soft-looking raven hair as it splashed on her small shoulders in spectacular long waves. However a mercurial stare shone from those breathtaking eyes of hers. Her porcelain white skin only accentuated her features as she stared back at you. The only action she made was that of following the spectators with her blood shut eyes. Albus Dumbledore’s soul mate stared back at him unwavering like she was depicted to be, there sat Scarlet Ivy Dumbledore or much more known as Scarlet Estes, daughter of Count Arthur Zabini and Bianca Estes.

“When will they see beyond their pride my love?” asked Albus already knowing that not one word would come from the portrait.

“When you will see beyond good and evil,” replied the portrait and then sat back and reinstated her still demeanor.

Taken aback from such an answer Albus Dumbledore sat down on his desk and watched over what was happening. Watching his grandchildren(*).

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She threw her brush across the room. Sitting on her big king sized bed, the young witch slipped her legs off the red satin sheets. Standing up she traveled her short way towards the big closet of her room. Opening the third drawer from the top, the amber haired witch rummaged through her things until finally extracting the so sought object. It was a small coffer, decorated in ancient details, dark details such as crimson roses and purple blossoms. Dark green ivies restraining the contents of the bud-shaped casket. A milky white hand slid its delicate white fingers over the locket and then slowly inserted a leaf shaped key into the fissure. Contemplating whether to open it or not the young woman’s eyes traveled once again over the casket marveling at the perfect details of the flowers carved on the mother pearl safe. It was stunning specially in that exact moment while the full moon’s light filtered into the room to seemingly shine for the magical treasure holder. Her right index and thumb grasped the key and turned it counter clockwise until she heard a clear click of the treasure chest unlocking. Raising an eyebrow the young witch removed her hand from the grip on the key and positioned both left and right on the casket’s sides. Slowly and emotionally hyper she lifted the cover discovering the contents.

“It’s beautiful!” whispered the melodic voice of the magical young lady.

“I certainly hope so for it’s the only thing worthy to be possessed by us, even though it’s mostly meant to be used by you,” whispered a deep male voice from the entrance.

“It’s also very powerful,” commented another handsomely voiced male in the room.

The third male presence didn’t utter a single sound although he moved closer to the witch and the object, he didn’t make the slightest noise. He reached out his hand and grabbed the witch’s wrist. He then pulled the limb closer to his mouth and kissed her hand slowly. Her intake made him smirk, glad that his performance stilled surprise in her eyes and hunger in her body. The other two presences, Lestaw and Blaise, looked at each other and nodded, they then walked out of the room leaving Ewan and Hermione in the room, alone.

The wizard pulled the witch closer to him entrapping her in his arms making his pulsing limbs rub on her delicate body, whispering his desire, “I missed your body...”

:: flashback ::

Hermione finished her shower and stepped out of her bathroom. She walked up to the mirror picking off a towel in the mean way and wrapped it around her body. She looked at her reflection in the mirror for a long moment. I felt like she was looking at herself for the first time. She grabbed her wand and pointed it at her hair murmuring a spell that dried her amber tresses in an instant. She then pulled off the towel and began drying her body. After she was done Hermione threw the forest green towel where she had picked it up from and walked back into her room.

Fortunately the fire had been lit up as soon as all three of them had appeared in the entrance’s fire place. Hermione walked towards her walk-in closet and looked around for a suitable dress to wear for dinner. The first one was a sandy velvet dress with crimson embroidery that was soon dismissed for a more appealing forest-green silk armless gown, it had was turtle necked and went past her knees. It hugged her body delicately like a rose’s petal. The witch then walked towards her bed and picked up her favorite perfume spraying it on herself lightly, without exaggeration. It was called forget me not, needless to say it had the homonymous flowers’ scent. Letting the perfume’s scent invade completely her nostrils and finally giving her chambers her fragrance Hermione knew immediately that this would forever be her home. To her the perfume was unique, it slid into your lungs and stuck to all your senses rendering them stronger and susceptible. She could feel herself come out into the light and as she let these sensations play in her nervous system she walked out of the room. Closing the door behind her she finished fixing the sandals she had slipped on. She then turned right and began walking along the corridor while the portraits kept staring at her and biding her good evening. They were all pureblooded wizards and witches like herself, all of them had in some time of their life come to be tied to the Slytherin family and its secretive curse. Suddenly a faint trace of white-blonde caught by the tail of her eye robbed her attention making her halt completely. There before her sat a man on his early thirties, he was sitting on a very old looking chaise. He was dressed in an old style wizard attire with his crimson velvet cape covering only one shoulder. His expression was very familiar. Hermione couldn’t help her wondering hand as she rose it to her chest, she then gulped and drew courage from her never ending store of Gryffindor boldness. Stretching her limb she reached out and touched the man’s porcelain complexioned visage. His green-gray eyes pierced through her, unblinking. He then moved his stare from her eyes to her lips an then down to her chest. Soon his emotionless orbs filled with lust and mischief and a smirk formed on his thin red lips. Hermione didn’t loose a second in recognizing him now. Malfoy, he was a Malfoy for sure. The smirk, mischief and lust that she had just seen in his eyes were what she saw every time she was facing Draco Malfoy, alone. Though his father’s eyes only revealed disgust and danger when he looked at her, Draco usually looked at her with such an intensity that made her feel scared for its depth rather than for his menacing words. Hermione immediately removed her hand and stared at the man with cold anger.

“What are you smirking at Malfoy?” she asked earning his wondering stare’s attention once again to her sole eyes.

“Dryac Malfoy, pleased to meet you. You know? You remind me of Alabaster. My wife and Salazar’s cousin,” murmured the portrait, after he mentioned his wife his eyes changed and she no longer saw any trace of lust or meanness, instead she saw sorrow and loneliness. A loneliness only attributable to a lost lover.

At the mention of that name all the portraits in the corridor hissed in hatred towards the man. Some telling him to not ever again dare pronounce the name of a Slytherin woman such as her. Hermione had read about Alabaster’s tragic death due to abortion which was caused by falling down a rump of stairs and all because her possessive husband went paranoid about her talking with other males. A fight was an expected consequence like always except that one particular night the outcome of the fight wasn’t her hexing him and he bedding her. Earlier that morning she had come back from a three-week-long vacation on one of the Malfoy’s Island in the Mediterranean sea, she had discovered to be three weeks pregnant. That night her child fought along with her to protect it’s mother and this had surprised Dryac for he still hadn’t given time to his wife to tell him about the joyous news. He had broken several objects with all the violence he could muster in a jealousy tantrum, one of these objects was a very old meter-high mirror that broke into small pieces that flew across the room. One of these fragments dug into Alabaster’s abdomen. The child died immediately but since Alabaster had been of a fragile constitution she suffered of internal hemorrhage, a couple of hours later she died and Dryac performed an ancient Malfoy black curse on himself. He was known to be extremely irritable and even though he treated her like a possession every witch and wizard knew better. He cherished his wife and her well being was his first responsibility moreover he never laid a finger on her even though back then such male attitude was very common. They all damned him to hell when she died and decided to make him pay but when they found him dead on his bed while he was embracing Alabaster’s body and his hand was placed on her abdomen they realized the deepness of his love for their cousin. He was buried next to Alabaster and their son. He was the last Malfoy to ever have relations with the Slytherin family.

“Good night uncle Dryac,” murmured Hermione leaving and urging the other portraits to not disturb his mourning. He merely nodded and exchanged a respectful glance before Hermione continued her walk down the hallway. Not very long after she had already reached the dinning room and when she entered she fell nearly dumbfounded. It was accurately decorated with the finest furniture you could ever see. The main colors were black, silver, gold and green, with the sole exception of the soft looking chairs. The dinning table was huge and the pillars that enclosed the dinning area from the small Japanese-like indoor garden, were made of the finest Italian marble. It was beyond outstanding, the roof was an endless void of the sky at night, charmed like the great hall’s. However instead of seeing the outdoors’ sky you could see the sky you desired. That night for instance they had ordered the ceiling to be an arctic sky so that while they were dinning they had the boreal aurora.

When she entered the room she was met by complete silence for neither of her brothers was present. Instead there was a note on Lestaw’s plate. He had very important things to do and he was also very tired which had induced him to decide to dine in his room on his own. A couple of seconds later however Ewan walked into the room and after he sat down he looked at Hermione greeting her.

Not much had happened afterwards for neither of them seemed remotely intentioned to discuss any matter and so they simply sat there and ate in silence.

She still hadn’t had the time to realize the huge changes that had taken place in her life that night. She knew only what she had been able to store in her memory for she had passed much of her time trying to process the fact that she had no parents. She wasn’t Hermione Granger the mudblood of ‘the golden trio’, like Malfoy liked to call her. All her life she had studied and given her best so that not only her but her parents too could be proud. However it was all a lie and nobody had respected her enough to tell her the wrong that she believed right. She felt that she need to hate somebody but at the moment she didn’t know if she could hate him. Then again maybe she could and all the frustration was so staggering that she opted to physical relief and so she cried. For the first time after her first year when Malfoy had called her mudblood, she cried. Like her reserved prefect-self requested she even did so in silence. Soon she was hiccupping and so she bowed her head not realizing the changes in the room. For instance the light had diminished so that they were illuminated by a feeble candle light and the sky. The house elves had removed all their plates and had cleared the table.

Ewan stood from his place and walked slowly towards his sister. He slipped his hand into his cloak and extracted his phoenix feather wand uttered a simple spell used to transport invalid people and carried her to her room.

Hermione knew she had been lifted but she really didn’t feel like fighting anything for she just wanted to let go and allow herself to be selfish and think only of her well being. She could hear very well the portraits as they whispered about their great, great nephews and so on. She could also feel the chill of an old house that hadn’t held its owners for a long period of time. It was like the house had a life on its own and was desperately trying to communicate with its long lost owners. It was trying to find its balance. Soon she felt herself being positioned back on her bed. As soon as she had smelt her perfume she knew she was in her room. The spicy scent of the wood burning in the fireplace mixed with her fragrance was enough to make her come back to her senses. She sat up on her baldachin bed and realized that she was still wearing her dress. She looked up and found nobody else in the room with her. The young woman lifted painfully her right hand and dried her tears. She looked at her fingers and found them trembling. She still needed to relief herself from the painful stress she was facing. She decided that maybe tomorrow she could go visit the castle or ask Lestaw and Ewan to take her somewhere. Maybe she could even invite Harry to come over, then again maybe he would freak out on her. Hermione slid on the floor in a standing position and as she walked towards the walk-in closet she slipped off the dress. All of a sudden the door of the closet came open and Ewan emerged holding a silk nightgown that he had chosen for her. They stood there for some time only looking into each other’s eyes.

She knew it was wrong to desire your own blood but she also couldn’t help the need she had to release her pain. She needed attention and contact. She had to admit that if she was to carry on then she would loose her virginity to her sibling yet she still couldn’t restrain the need that flowed firstly in her lower tummy. He in the other hand also intrigued her for his peculiar silent personality. Suddenly he walked up to her and she knew that she had to reach in her for her last bit of will to restrain herself. He however made no sexual approach, the wizard simply slipped the nightgown over her head and dressed her. He then took her hands warmly and guided her back to her bed. Once she was lying on it he moved to leave.

Hermione suddenly was very aware that she couldn’t for the life of her allow him to leave her alone and so she instinctively reached out grabbing his hand asking him not to leave.

“You know very well what will happen if I don’t leave immediately,” he said without turning around, nevertheless he grasped her hand in his and squeezed it, a silent plea for an invitation.

“I know...I want to...stay,” she murmured and before she could say anything else he turned around and climbed over her.

He slowly positioned his body over hers and lied down relaying his weight on her needing body. Her tights spread unconsciously allowing his hardened member to find a comfortable position in between her legs. He positioned his elbows on the sides of her face and breathed in her air. Soon their lips were meeting and he was rocking and rubbing his clothes-restrained shaft on her exciting her clit. As he rocked up and down his right hand moved down to her tights and lifted her nighty beginning his travel on her body touching as much as he could.

“It’s wrong you know?” he asked as he moved his mouth from her swollen lips to her neck grazing her morbid skin and biting it, “but you also know how much I want you right now don’t you?”

“It’s only between us and it’s not meant as a romantic declaration, we’re just a frustrated witch and wizard in search of release,” she answered, “and we know what we want,” with that she ended any discussion.

Ewan reached into her panties and searched her pleasure spot with his middle finger, upon finding it he began massaging it making his partner moan loudly. His member hardening with every sound emitted from her. She in the other hand was making a magnificent job swaying her hips so as to illicit more pleasure with her movements. Two more words and their restrains were gone leaving them naked in a nest of a bed made of twisted sheets. They kneeled on its center and looked into each others eyes. Amber into amber he pushed her slowly on her back as she wrapped her morbid legs around his waist. Ewan waited until she was perfectly lying down and then he penetrated her slowly until he found her barrier. He was going to make her a woman and he knew that such a knowledge made him feel he possessed her in some twisted world. He searched her eyes only to find a lust gaze and a nod, he then thrust in her hard and entered her completely. He rocked in and out of her making her moan and he himself grunt in pleasure. She arched her back every time he brought all of his length inside her, he then dropped down over her and sucked hungrily on her breasts as she wrapped her legs tighter around him. He never once broke his rhythm until he could feel the heat build up in his loins. Hermione could feel her blood rush from every limb to that particular area that was being pleased. Before she could understand what it was she came and so did he inside of her. Both of them were breathless and laid back down on the bed, Ewan on top of her. Soon he realized that maybe his weight would disturb her and so made to move but was halted when she grabbed his forearm and beckoned him to lay on her.

From that night on their love making was regular not to say much more passionate and expert. Every time was more mind blowing than the last one but they both agreed that their first time was their favorite for never again would they share such gentleness in their actions. Such deep awareness of their actions. Now they knew the other’s body so well that every time they had to bring the act into higher levels.

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Hermione turned around and threw her arms around his neck. Soon he was guiding her on a wall while discarding her panties and his pants and boxers. He only needed some seconds on her breasts before she was wet enough for him to enter her. Moans and foul sex language soaked the room before Ewan was able to position himself properly and then with one motion he was inside her again. He knew how to vary his rhythm so as to bring pleasure to himself and her. Soon they were climaxing and spilling their desire. The encounter that they had attended was filled with new faces that they would have to learn to recognize them all. For now though they only needed each other more than anything else in the world.


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Draco Malfoy woke to a very weird dream. That was what his mother called food-induced-nightmares. Throwing these thoughts out of his mind the young Malfoy proceeded into the bathroom to take a shower.

Walking out of his room with a preoccupied step, Malfoy stopped in front of Ewan’s door and knocked a couple of times. When he understood that nobody would open in a near future, Draco walked in only to find it completely empty and the bed perfectly made, in other words unused. He arched an eyebrow in wonder and walked across the floor to the girl’s part of the floor. He noticed a door slightly ajar and so he poked his head inside Hermione Slytherin’s room only to find clothes thrown casually all over the room and somebody sleeping on her bed. He walked in when he recognized a Gryffindor male pair of pants on a couch. He suddenly felt a wild jealousy take hold of him, who dared touch what he Draco Malfoy was aiming to conquer? He felt utterly insulted and so he dragged himself into the room and to his surprise hidden in Ewan’s embrace was none other than Hermione and they were both barely covered and stark naked. She was awake and as soon as she saw him she reached for her wand.

“Abscondi Secretum!” voiced Hermione and the door of her room closed and locked she then grabbed her crimson robe and slipped it on her. She then walked towards Draco Malfoy.

“Sit down Malfoy,” she said with such coldness that he feared she would soon explode and kill him with a deadly curse that ran in her family. He knew he should have been the angry one for she was “betraying” him with another guy, but then again the tone of her voice and the vicious glare she was throwing him sent his intentions out of the window.

“Destructo!” she screamed aiming her wand at her dressing table and soon enough the furniture exploded into million pieces, the sound woke Ewan up and he too dressed himself before removing the covers.

“Hasn’t anybody ever told you to knock before entering a room Draco?” asked hurriedly Ewan as he walked towards Hermione’s side.

“It wouldn’t change the fact that I discovered your relationship with your sister,” muttered Draco with disgust and deep anger for discovering that the person of his early affections was being boned by her own brother and his pseudo friend.

“Are you jealous Malfoy?” tantalized Ewan knowing from Draco’s first glance on his sister that the guy was very interested.

“Of a Slytherin bitch?” replied Draco with extreme rage aimed at Ewan.

“Well if you think so highly of her then why do you bother getting all angry, is it some twisted Malfoy way to claim interest in a woman?” asked Ewan bemused by both Malfoy and his sister who both seemed at the end of their patience-meter, “or are you simply not interested in her at all-”

“WELL WHAT IF I AM?” Draco dropped in.

Hermione simply felt like dropping dead for the embarrassment she was being put through. How were they going to make Malfoy stay quite with their secret?...what? Had her ears deceived her or had Malfoy just admitted his interest in her?


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(*) Don’t worry, he can only see them when their in classes or at the great hall. Most certainly not in their towers or rooms.

*** Chapter 6 ***
“I wanted to talk to you and I knew you’d be here,” said his voice from the doorway. She knew immediately who it was and turned around to meet his unsure jade eyes.

“Potter,” nodded Hermione walking towards the desk that was occupied by her books, “well then, don’t let me hold you back. Tell me what you need to say and then please leave me alone,” muttered Hermione as she placed her things back in her bag.

“What is happening to us Hermione?” he asked suddenly gaining her firm attention when talking such matters.

“What happened Potter is that I’ve earned back my brothers and my surname, however I have been forced to pay a very high price,” she answered.

:†: Nephiel Nephilim :†: