A Mudblood's Treachery. NEW CHAPTER up! Finally.

Blaise could feel a change in the wind at Hogwarts. It was a subtle shifting of social structures. Hermione Granger was an outcast now. She went to classes and dealt with hateful stares, looks of betrayal or slurs from jealous girls who saw that she had finally captured the interest of Draco Malfoy.

Blaise sat back in class, twiddling his thumbs, waiting for the fallout in Potions. Thus far, in Transfiguration and Arthimancy, Hermione mates had snubbed her. Draco and Hermione had a touching scene last night, followed up with tender kisses and everything was going according to plan. With a simple scrying charm, he got to experience the blessed event first hand. Scrying charms were miracle workers as far as a Harpy like Blaise was concerned. How else would you get the good stuff?

Ah right on schedule. Malfoy was not here yet, Hermione entered. She looked flushed and harassed, just the way Blaise liked her.

“Hullo, princess,” purred Blaise. He nudged his neighboring chair with his foot. “Have a seat.”

Hermione flushed slightly and then took a seat next to Blaise. “You shouldn’t slouch like that in your seat, it creates bad posture,” replied Hermione as she opened her textbook. Hermione was attempting to pretend that she sat next to Slytherin willingly everyday.

Blaise grinned cheekily for a moment. “Are you worried about my body, Hermione?”

Hermione flushed and was about to respond, when Pansy said loudly behind her to Millicent Bullstrode. “Of course, Draco isn’t enough for her. She needs to take all the Slytherin boys from us.”

Millicent rolled her eyes. “Pansy, I don’t think she is the reason why Draco doesn’t want to sleep with you. Wizards will roll with anything if given opportunity. Hermione obviously is better in the sack then you,”

Pansy looked shocked for a moment at Millicent. “How could you stick up for that bushy haired little…---” sputtered Pansy, her face turned red.

“Easy, she never called me a fat sow behind me back. At least, not since I last checked,” Millicent narrowed her eyes onto the thin faced Hermione, with dry amusement.

“Erm,…. No, I would never say that,” replied Hermione quietly.

“Well, there you go. As far as I see it, Gryffindor or not Pans, she is a better friend then you,” Millicent smirked. “Now, why don’t you go play with someone else, before I use my advantageous weight to flatten you into a spot, you wretched twat,” Millicent smiled but it did not reach her eyes.

Pansy turned a distinct shade of green and moved to the front of the classroom, flouncing into an empty chair there.

“Thank you?” whispered Hermione questioningly. Blaise laughed.

“Millie, here just likes to stick it to Pansy once in a while. It’s less about you, and more about the social structure of Slytherin. Millie here is Queen Bee, believe it or not,” replied Blaise with genuine affection is his voice when he looked over Millicent.

Hermione turned to study the rarely seen and talked about Slytherin. Millicent had very Scottish looks. She had dark brown hair, blunt cut bangs that fell just above wickedly arched eyebrows. She possessed muddy brown eyes, thick dark eyelashes that set against creamy white skin. Her cheeks were chubby and slightly rosy and she had a pleasantly rounded face. She was a tall girl, with broad shoulders and she looked not unlike an Amazon in her girth, wide hips, big breasts and large hands.

She looked like a bully, ninety percent of the time. However, right now Hermione could see the twinkle in her dark brown eyes and the twitch of her smirk and it seemed almost engaging.

Headmaster Snape walked into the Potions classroom and the noises all stopped and fell silent. He strode to Hermione, his robes billowing out as he walked. The students attempted to escape his path and they scrambled back from Hermione as he handed her a rolled up bit of parchment.

“Ms. Granger. Your new House paperwork. You have been transferred,” Snape said bluntly with a bit of regret in his dark eyes.

He turned suddenly and scowled darkly at the Ravenclaw that fell over in his chair when he tried to overhear what Snape whispered to Hermione.

“Thirty points from Ravenclaw for not being clever enough to listen in without garnering my attention,” hissed Snape with an annoyed look.

Snape swept from the room, his robe billowing behind him again. The students all began to whisper, staring at Hermione. She looked chalk white, as she stared at the Slytherin Seal on the paperwork.

“I didn’t even get a trial. I mean, a sorting,” whispered Hermione a little stung.

“Maybe it doesn’t matter where the Hat wants you, the teachers are trying to put you in Slytherin for another reason,” pointed out Millie sensibly, with a considering look.

“Besides, it would be better off if you were in Slytherin. Gryffindor are not being very friendly towards you, at the moment,” Blaise offered with a wry smile, but not before shooting a warning look at Millicent.

She flipped him the bird behind Hermione’s back, with a unconcerned look. Blaise scowled.

“I don’t know what to do, I have never imagined being in Slytherin…” said Hermione slowly.

“Welcome to sex, orgies, fabulous food, money, power and greed,” intoned Millicent with a deadpan voice.

Blaise laughed, “Yeah, not to mention we have our own rooms. Well, I guess you already have that as Head Girl.”

Hermione nodded numbly and stared at the paperwork. She shot a look across at Seamus Finnegan and Neville Longbottom. They were staring at the seal on the paper she received. Hermione tucked in further into her lap.

“What did I miss?” declared an out of breath Draco, his hair stuck up and he looked a bit windblown, as he stumbled into class behind the Professor. Draco sat down next to Hermione, blocking her view of the other Gryffindor. Hermione just shook her head and looked to the Professor.

Professor Slughorn began to teach from the book, instructing the ways to make a confusion potion. Hermione barely heard a word that he said. She just kept staring at the sealed parchment. It was almost as if the moment she opened it, the nightmare would be real. Draco cast her a worried look.

After class, Draco turned to face her. His hair fell into his eyes as he looked at her, and she felt her heart turn over at how good he looked to her.

“What’s wrong Hermione?” whispered Draco, tucking back a length of curl behind one ear.

“Girl talk…” huffed Millicent as she grabbed Hermione’s arm and hooked it through. “Sorry boys, Hermione is going to have to get to know some of the female Slytherin, she is going to need it.”

Millicent dragged Hermione away from Draco. Hermione cast Draco an apologetic and slightly anxious look. Draco shrugged and turned to Blaise.

“Since when does the Queen Bee, care about what Hermione does? Didn’t she threaten to sit on her skinny neck in the third year?” questioned Draco with a worried look.

“Hermione will be fine. I think Millie has a crush,” responded Blaise with an annoyed look.

Millicent was an obstacle that Blaise did NOT want to have to get through to get to Hermione. Draco was a piece of cake to manipulate, just like his dad. Millicent Bullstrode was a completely different kettle of fish.

…


Hermione glances around nervously at the pink teacups and singing cupids. She darted a look at the ceiling, covered in little hearts. It reminded her of Madam Puddifoot’s. Millicent’s bedroom had an overwhelmingly female feeling to it. Her comforter was a soft pink color, with black silk sheets, fresh flowers everywhere, in a dizzying array of pink, white, red, and orange. Not at all like, she imagined the room to be when Millicent first asked her here. A large white Persian cat stretched its claws into the side of the mattress and curled up with a disinterested look at Hermione.

“So, tell me what Draco has said to you, Hermione,” Millicent questioned her politely, taking a sip of the fragrant jasmine tea.

“Um, nothing?” Hermione narrowed her eyes at the tea; it was not unlikely that there was poison in it. Last, she checked Millicent was a Slytherin.

“Don’t be daft. You spread your legs for a man who says nothing to you? It’s an entertaining thought, but unlikely,” scoffed Millicent, with a grin. “Although, I guess Draco could do that to you, he is a sexy bloke.”

Hermione blushed bright red. “Oh, you meant, well, I guess it was a long time in coming. I always kind of fancied him.” Hermione sighed into her teacup.

“Yes, I fancy that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, also knows that,” observed Millicent shrewdly, taking a sip of her tea.

Hermione narrowed her eyes. Was Millicent trying to help her? Why would she do that?

“Yes, I imagine that he would. What he doesn’t know is that Draco loves me,” replied Hermione stubbornly. “It’s not just a game for him,” hissed Hermione heatedly, her temper flaring.

“Well, now I know. What if I told him?” Millicent quirked an eyebrow exasperatedly. “You have no guile. If you have a secret, protect it. You are not in Gryffindor anymore. Honesty is not a virtue in this house. Many people will seek to sabotage you, and not just for Voldemort, but for their own self-interest. I thought you were the cleverest witch of your age.”

Hermione fell quiet and studied Millicent across the table. “I don’t know much about lying, or being dishonest. It’s not really in my nature,” sighed Hermione.

Millicent smiled genuinely for the first time since Hermione stepped in her room. “Yes, I know. That is why you are going to be brilliant at it, by the time I am done with you. Everyone expects you to be honest, and lose your temper. We can use that.”

“Why are you helping me, Millicent?” Hermione worried her lower lip.

“Because my life is rather boring, and you are in the middle of something exciting. Besides, you can owe me. I rather like that thought,” Millicent smirked.

“Thank you,” whispered Hermione.

“Don’t mention it, my dear,” Millicent gave a smug grin and finished off her tea.

….


Millicent walked Hermione back to her rooms and tucked the little ex-Gryffindor in as snug as a bug.
She strolled nonchalantly past the hallways and headed for the Slytherin dorms. The staircase changed suddenly and she walked upwards heading for the door that was at the top.

“Bugger,” muttered Millicent with a scowl. She jiggled the handle hard and stared back down at the stairs that were not moving. All of a sudden, the door opened and a hand yanked Millicent into a dark room. She could feel hot breath on her neck, but it was too dark for her to see anything.

“Lost?” purred a hypnotic voice from out of the darkness. Millicent felt her legs weaken, as she got pushed up against the now closed and locked door in front of her. Slender, but calloused fingertips gently stroked the flesh at her sides and moved down to cup her round buttocks under her skirt.

She felt an incredibly strong grip latch onto her wrists and she actually could not break free. Her strength was lost against the wizard that pinned her to the door. She could feel his hot breath against her ear, and she shuddered with a mixture of pleasure and fear.

“Did you do it, Millicent?” The silky voice sent shivers down her back and she could feel his erection pressing into her buttocks as he pulled down her panties roughly. Millicent gasped as the cold air hit her flesh.

Millicent moaned softly. “Yes, I talked to her.” She closed her eyes as nimble fingers roamed under her top, caressing her soft nipples under her shirt, over her bra.

“Good, perhaps some good can come out of this rotten turn of luck, for Ms. Granger, you have done very well my pet,” purred the voice.

Millicent felt wetness dripping from between her legs and she spread her legs. “PLEASE, do it, or I might just die,”

“Yes, of course, my greedy Amazon,” The man grasped her long hair and pulled it sharply as he bent her over, pressing her face into the wall. He lifted his black robes and thrust heavily inside the buxom, fleshy girl who made his cock jump at the sight of her beautiful pink rounded flesh. Millicent moaned heavily, squeezing on his cock, and he thrust in harder and deeper.

The Dark wizard began to piston inside his little spy, battering his hot little Slytherin bitch until she shrieked, and exploded. He cursed under his breath, his dark hair sticking to his neck with sweat as he worked his beautiful Amazon goddess.

“Oh, Goddess, you are such a good girl, aren’t you?” He hissed and stroked her back lovingly, as he pumped smoothly inside her tightness, slick with her juices. She bucked up, taking him deeper inside her, he reveled in her genuine excitement at having him inside her. He felt the finally vestiges of his self control escape him and he slammed her into the wall, plunging deep inside her womb, expelling his seed, with a howl. He bit down on her collarbone lightly, jerking as he bucked the last of it inside her.

Millicent breathed harshly against the wall. He pulled out and stared down at her. His hypnotic cruel eyes gleamed even in the darkness, his predatory smile made her heart pound suddenly as he turned her around to face him. His dark hair fell disheveled to his chin, and his hook nose stood proudly on his pale face.

“You are such a little tart,” Snape murmured in amusement, his long fingers hooked under her chin and he brushed a cold kiss against her lips. “Thank Gods, you are finally of age, I was dying all through sixth year potions.”

“I seduced you,” Millicent purred, her fingers curling in his soft, black hair. “My darling Professor Snape, tragic hero, best fuck of my life.”

Snape scowled and gave her a withering stare that she ignored. “Don’t say that, you want to get me killed?”

Millicent stroked his broad chest under the robes. It always amazed her that he hid his body so well under his robes, the man was no looker but he was in perfect physical shape. Almost brutish, it made her wet just imagining him naked again.

“What the hero part? Or the best fuck part?” Millicent innocently inquired.

Snape growled and wrapped his hands around her waist, cupping her bottom. He pressed his mouth to the pulse at her neck.

“Neither, you insane baggage,” hissed Snape and he slapped her round bottom. Millicent bit her lower lip, giving him doe eyes. “Keep an eye on Hermione,” Snape smirked at her expression.


“Sure, except she probably thinks I am a lesbian,” answered Millicent dryly.

“Good, make sure that Blaise thinks that too,” Snape frowned, his voice a bit jealous.

“You know you are the only wizard for me, Severus. I better get back,” Millicent sighs and straightens her skirt.

“Hmm, that’s only because you pretend to be useless. You are truly frightening when you put your mind to something. A trait I am rather familiar with,” responded Snape, and he hesitantly touched her hand. “Be careful with Blaise, he is rather dangerous.”

“Not as dangerous as me,” Millicent smiled coldly and re-braided her long hair that Snape had unraveled while fucking her.

Snape watched her with a hooded expression and he finally nodded. He turned on his heel and left her in the dark. Millicent sighed with pleasure, as she opened the door and made her way back to her room.

As far as Millicent was concerned, she still had the best sex life in school.



TBC – Sorry about the long wait guys, work is CRAZY.

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