The Snake :complete! Alternate Ending added:

Chapter Seven: The Meeting





Hermione awoke to feeling a hand on her thigh. She opened her eyes, it was still dark out, and Draco was sound asleep beside her. She looked down, his left hand was on her leg, and she could see the faint mark the deatheater on his forearm, from the light of the moon. She shook her head, before slowly removing his hand from her leg so she could get out of the bed. Her legs were still slightly shaky and weak from the orgasms she had but a few hours ago; she had not had any orgasms like that since the last time she had been with Him a year ago. She smiled; Draco was going to be a fun to play with. She moved into the conjoined bathroom and turned on the light. She looked at herself in the mirror, her hair was a mess and there were faint bruises around her nipples, which were tender, not to mention the soreness in between her legs. She loved it. Her fingers played with the necklace around her neck that was no longer removable, this would not go over well with the others, but there was nothing she could do, it would have to stay until this little game was over; a glamour would not be able to hide this type of magical item. A tingling sensation entered her face and she looked into the mirror. A small star appeared under her left eye, he was calling her, and he wanted to have a meeting.



She looked back into Draco’s bedroom, he was still asleep. Moving into her room, she took off the last piece of clothing she wore and made her way over to her wardrobe. She took out a deep red velvet cloak, wrapped it around her from the back and clasped it at the front of her. The cloak only covered her back; it covered nothing of her front, exposing her nude form for all to see. She pulled the hood up, shadowing her face and making it impossible to see her eyes. Grabbing her wand, she placed a glamour over her to hide the bruises and then placed her wand on her bed. Wands were not allowed at the meetings, if something happened, she would have to rely on her wandless magic. She walked back into the bathroom, and up to the mirror. She closed her eyes and pressed her finger against the mirror drawing a symbol with her finger on the glass; it was a circle with a wave through it. The symbol shimmered before disappearing. She pressed her full hand now to the mirror and it went through it, she then pushed her whole body against the mirror, sliding through it with ease.



he entered a room where almost every inch of it was mirror. She crossed to the room to the only opening, which was a door way. She walked through a long hallway that was lit only by torches, and built of cobblestone. Making a right, she turned into a room that held only a single long table with twelve chairs surrounding it. She was the last to get there; the eleven other occupants were already there. She bowed to them and they bowed their heads back, before she took her seat at the end of the table. There were two other women and nine men each of them with the same attire as her, along with their faces hidden as well.



The man at the head of the table spoke, “Is that a bonding item around your neck Number twelve?”



“Yes Number one.”



“Was there an arranged marriage that I was unaware of?”



“No, I have entered a complicated sexual relationship with the Malfoy heir.” It took everything in her to conceal the fear from her voice, she did not like the way his voice sounded.



“I see,” there was a growl to his voice, but he continued on with the business at hand.



“As you all know there are plans to have the Minister of Magic assassinated. It will of course be blamed on the deatheaters and that fool Voldemort. The Ministry will be in a frenzy to take action against them and we will then be able to take out a few of their numbers. I will of course then step in to become Minister of Magic until the time Number twelve can take over those duties and become Number one.” He then looked to the two women beside him. “Number two and Number three I need you two to still keep your eyes on Voldemort, keep us informed.”



The two women stroked his arms and said “Yes Number one.”



“Number five and Number seven continue to be the body guards for the Minister, we can’t have any slip ups.”



“Yes Number one,” said the two men.



“Number ten, how is the Order of the Phoenix coming along?”



“So far everything is going well Number one; they have the chosen one trained well and ready for the battle. After which, there should be no threat from them at all.”



“Very good,” A tone of insane delight was his voice. Hermione wanted to cringe. She wanted to be back at Hogwarts, where he could not touch her. “And are you still feeding Voldemort false information on the Order?”



“Yes, Number One.” The man now seemed agitated as he rubbed his left arm as did the woman called Number three; however, Number Two seemed fine.



“Is he calling you now?” asked the man they called Number One.



“Yes Number One,” said the two members.



“Then you may go. I have covered what I wanted to tell you, all I wanted was an update. Meeting adjourned. Number twelve, please stay behind.”



The other members left and Hermione got up and walked over to the man that sat at the table still. “Yes Number one?” she asked.



Faster than she could react, the man was on his feet and had her on the table, on her back, his hand was against her neck. She gasped as he strangled her, but she did not fight back. “Have you forgotten who you belong to?” he asked through clenched teeth. His hood fell back revealing his pointed, thin angled face. His hair was long and ebony black, which made his already pale skin appear almost grey, and his eyes were an unnatural sapphire blue.



“I belong to you Number one.” She gasped out. “Only you.”



She moaned out as if on autopilot when he shoved two fingers inside her and started pumping them in and out. “Forever.” She moaned out. She hated this.

He curled his two fingers inside her and then pushed up, while moving them in and out. Hermione moaned louder and tried to thrust against his fingers as he continued to hit her g-spot over and over, she did not enjoy the pleasure he was forcing her body to react to. He smiled when he felt the area start to balloon with fluid. Hermione was panting and moaning. The balloon was starting to push him out of her; she was going to explode at any moment. He pulled his fingers out of her at the last second, Hermione screamed as the orgasm over took her, and her juices flowed from her.



The man scooped up some of her juices with his fingers and licked them clean, before looking at Hermione. He then did the motion again, but this time holding his fingers out to her. She licked them, showing her submissiveness. “Remember Number twelve, only I can give you true pleasure like this, unlike some school boy. You are to come back for a private meeting tomorrow night at eight, so I can once again remind you of your place with me.”



Hermione slid off the table her bottom wet with her own juices, “Yes Number one.” She then bowed to him and left the room, going back to the room of mirrors. When she entered, she noticed one of the women that had been at the table standing there, she seemed to be waiting for her. Hermione could tell by the shape and look of her body that it was Number two. “Hello Number two,” she said, putting herself on guard.



“It took you long enough,” said the woman, walking over to Hermione.



“I was being punished,” Hermione said simply.



The woman swiped her finger quickly in-between Hermione’s legs, before she could react, and then wiped her wet fingers on Hermione’s bare chest “Of course, having an orgasm given to you by Number One is such a punishment,” she said, sarcasm heavy in her voice, Hermione could barely make out her grey eyes from the shadow the hood created. “You think just because you have been the favorite of two Number Ones that you can become the next Number One? Think again.” The woman turned and started to walk away towards her own mirror but stopped, she did not turn around, but clearly said, “Oh, and stay away from my son you little whore.” She then went through the mirror in front of her.



Hermione glared after the woman, she did not scare her in the least. If she wanted something, nothing would get in her way. She then went her own mirror. Draco was still in bed when she got back, deciding she did not want him angry with her if he woke up and she was not there. She quickly went back to her room, took off her cloak, and put back on her skirt. Then she crawled back in to the bed with Draco.





Since this chapter was so short. I may put another one up before I go to bed later today, if I feel up to reading over it and fixing errors I find. Thank you for the reviews, I forgot what it felt like to be addicted to reviews.