The Snake :complete! Alternate Ending added:

Chapter Five: Say Master





Hermione bit her lip, was she ready for this, for Malfoy? Who was she kidding? Of course she was ready! She had been craving this ever since He had died, sure Malfoy had not been on her top ten list of people she wanted as a replacement for the job, but she knew that he would give her what she wanted, as long as he did not get bored with her.



She looked up from the note to see her group of friends staring at her, waiting for her to say who it was from. Quickly she came up with a lie, “It’s from my parents, it is a belated birthday gift, and it came late in the mail.” She faked a yawn, “I should get back to the common room, I have work that I need to do and sadly I need the ferret’s input to do it.” She then quickly kissed Ron on the cheek and made her way out of the Gryffindor common room before anyone could stop her.



“That was odd,” mumbled Harry.



Ron stared after his girlfriend worried; she had always kissed him on the lips goodnight “Yeah, it was.”



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After the portrait of the fat lady closed behind her, she leaned against the wall and slowly undid the silver ribbon around the box and carefully opened it, not entirely sure what she was going to find. She gasped slightly when she saw the snake pendent glitter softly in the pale glow of the hallway torch.



Carefully she took it out of the box and held it up to her face, studying the detail it was marvelous, her skin tingled with the power coming off it. She could tell it was no ordinary necklace. She gently set the box on the ground and then clasped necklace around her neck. Immediately she felt the need course through her, the need to be near him, near Draco. She wanted to please him. Picking up the box, she looked into it. The mirror also called her now, she wanted to touch it, but then she remembered her master’s order not to touch. Hermione stopped her thoughts, her master? Where had that come from? Quickly she shut and latched the box, making her way to the heads’ common room, where the necklace seemed to pull her.



She said the password and made her way into the common, which was mostly dark, except for the eerie glow of the fire. She was close to him, she could feel the need course through her body stronger. Squinting her eyes, she could just barely make out the shadowy figure on the couch.



“So you are wearing it Mudblood, come here,” he said, his voice dangerously calm and low.



Slowly, she walked over to him until she stood in front of him; the necklace that lay against her breast glittered in the firelight, as if inviting him to her breast. He reached up and fingered the necklace, his fingers gliding across one of her nipples as he did so. “Who am I to you?”



“You are my master,” she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, she had said it without even thinking.



Draco seemed to purr with delight, “Yes, very good.” He moved forward, his hand now cupped her breast massaging it through the white materiel of her school uniform. Her eyes closed, as the tiny spark of pleasure that ignited in her, but it was not what she wanted, she wanted to please him, she wanted him to tell her to please him.



“What have you done to me?” she asked, whimpering as he removed her button down shirt, his warm fingers gliding softly over the sensitive skin of her stomach.



He stopped what he was doing and reached behind her, he then swatted her skirt clad arse, making her yelp in surprise. “Perhaps you should rephrase that question Mudblood. I will only warn you twice, the third time you get punished.”



Hermione licked her suddenly dry lips, “May I ask a question master?”



He smirked and removed her bra, revealing to him her breasts in all their glory. Her cheeks flushed at being so exposed to him, but she did nothing, the deep desire to make him happy overwhelmed her own humiliation.



“Go ahead.”



“Why do I feel this way?” she looked at him in the eyes, before quickly adding, “Master.”



“What way are you feeling Mudblood? I can’t read your thoughts.”



“All I want to do is pleasure you, make you happy, do what you want.”



He smirked again and took a taut nipple into his mouth, pulling on it roughly with his teeth to test and see if she liked pain. She closed her eyes and moaned, having to brace herself on the arm of the loveseat. He released her from his mouth and moved his hands down to her side to holding onto her round hips.



“Have you ever read about magical bonding items?”



“Very…” she gasped as he pulled her down roughly, so that she would kneel on the floor in front of him. “Very little, master.”



“The item you are wearing around your neck is a one of those bonding items; it is usually used in pureblood families for arranged marriages, for the bride to wear. It brings out even the smallest affection that the bride might have for her husband and heightens it ten fold. Obviously, you want to give me pleasure, so that is what it is making you feel more of.” He reached down to the button on his trousers and undid them, pushing them off his legs and down to the floor where he then tossed them across the room. Reaching into his black boxers, he pulled out his raging erection and stroked it. Hermione’s eyes widened and she blushed. “I bet my cock is bigger than Weasley, right?”



Hermione didn’t say anything she just bit her lip, as her blushed deepened. “Speak when I ask you something Mudblood!” He snapped, making Hermione flinch slightly.



“I-I have never seen Ron’s penis before master, so I would not know.”



“What! You mean the weasel has never shagged you? He has been telling the whole school that you two fuck like rabbits in spring.”



Hermione’s brow frowned and anger rose up in her eyes, “That is not true master; I have never been with Ronald.”



“So Gryffindor’s princess is still a virgin? This is too good to be true! I get to pop the infamous bookworms cherry.” He laughed and looked down at her, there was something about the way she blushed that turned him on. She looked so innocent and she was his for the taking. “Enough talking, come here and suck your master’s cock.”



Hermione licked her lips and inched closer to him. She sat up slightly so that she could have a better access to his cock. She took the shaft in her hand and experimentally slid her hand up and down the long length. She then took the pink head into her mouth licking the precum up with the tip of her tongue. Draco grabbed a fistful of her hair and pressed her harder onto his cock, making her take in all of him. He was shocked when she did not gag right away as a beginner would; in fact, she took him with ease, relaxing her throat completely. She hallowed her cheeks, sucking on him hard. She made sure to make loud slurping noises and look into his grey eyes, as she tried to figure out what he liked. He loosened his grip on her and she came up, until only her lips circled the head. Her other hand cupped his balls rolling the velvet like in her hand. Draco groaned and in return wetness pooled in her knickers and the necklace seemed to almost hum with magic against her skin.



“Gods Granger! Where did you learn to do that?”He asked as he groaned again and started to thrust into her mouth the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. Her other hand continued to play with his balls as she let him fuck her mouth. His body tightened and his hand went back into her hair, holding her head in place as he came into her mouth, she drank every salty drop as she cleaned away the mess with her tongue.



“Was that pleasing for you Master?” she asked, as her hand traveled up his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as she went up.



Roughly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her up, so that she had to brace herself over him. He then slapped her arse again. “I did not tell you that you could speak Mudblood.” His fingers then traveled to her now extremely wet knickers. His longer fingers moved the offending material away and brushed his thumb over her aching clit. Hermione gripped onto the couch behind his head to keep herself up right as pleasure shocked her system, but it wasn’t enough.



“Fuck Granger, who knew you, would get so turned on with just a little ordering around. I haven’t even done anything fun yet. Where did you learn to suck cock like that, and don’t tell me it was your first time, because liars get more than their bums slapped as punishment.”



Hermione was going to answer, but the portrait hole to the common room interrupted the couple. “Miss Granger, there is a young red head boy here to see you, should I let him in?



Draco growls with anger “You better not,” he warned, his voice low.



Hermione sighed and grabbed her wand from its place in her hair. Swishing it, she restored her clothing and fixed Draco’s. “Let him in Baxter,” she said, as she walked over to the portrait hole, taking off the necklace as she did so.



Ron came in and looked at Hermione and then Draco, who was seething on the couch. “What’s wrong with the ferret?”



Hermione looked behind her to look at Draco; she could tell he was beyond angry. “Oh, he is mad because I won’t do Slytherin colors as the theme for the Yule ball. What do you need Ron” Gods, she was going to pay royally for that Yule ball comment.



“Oh. I just came by to see if you were angry with me.”



She was angry with him for spreading rumors about them, but he couldn’t know she knew. “Of course not Ron, why would I be?” She wanted to gag at sounding so sweet and loving towards him.



“It’s just that you didn’t kiss me on the lips good night tonight, and I thought you might be mad at me. I couldn’t sleep, so I came over here to make sure that you were fine.”



“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to worry you. Here,” she stood on her toes and kissed him lightly on the lips, only staying there for a second before pulling away, “Is that better?” She licked her lips and smiled, she could still taste the saltiness of Draco’s seed on her lips.



Ron dumbly smiles at her, “Yeah, good night Mione.”



“Good night Ron, you should get back to bed, before someone catches you sneaking around.”



“Yeah, I should.” He then leaves and Hermione turned around to look at the fuming Slytherin on the couch.