In the Dossiers of Snakes

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Draco woke with a smile already on his face, he felt complete with the beautiful little witch tucked into his body and the new reality of who and what he was.

He looked down and over his heart beneath one of his witches dark honey curls was a new mark, the rune of Freyja with an “H” entwined within.

Hermione shifted in his arms, nuzzling into his warm chest.  He cradled her close and kissed her temple.  He never remembered being so affectionate with a witch, but with her it felt so right.

“Good Morning darling.” She greeted peppering his neck with little kisses

“You can say that again.” He answered before giving her a kiss on the lips.

A light rapping on the door signaled her other mates were also awake. 

“Come my guardians,” she beckoned them and her other wizards trailed in.

The came around her and greeted her in their affectionate manner. Hermione felt so complete.  Lucius stroked her neck and kissed her “Morning Sweets.”

Severus combed a curl behind her ear and kissed her temples, “Sleep well ma loutre?” he asked and she nodded a slight blush on her cheeks as she glanced at Draco.

Rab transformer into his wizard form and took her hands to kiss them, “my darling” was his simple greeting.

“What plans do you have for the day?” Lucius asked leaning his Viking like frame against the bed post.

“Now that I have all my guardians, I must visit my immortal mother, see what tasks she has in store for us.”

“We are ready ma loutre.” Severus promised, his fellow guardians nodding in agreement.

“I know you are my beloveds.” She smiled adoringly.

“Now I want a shower and breakfast with my wizards!” she announced and slipped out of bed and her wizards smiled appreciatively at her naked form.

She led the way to bathroom, enlarging the stall to fit the entire company.  Draco was little shocked to see his fellow guardians strip quickly ad enter the steamy stall, but followed suit.

Inside they all washed rather efficiently except for the light caress and gentle teasing touches they gave their witch as they bathed.

They dried off and Hermione and Rab set about making breakfast.  The men enjoyed the view of her in one of their oversized under-shirts, her round bottom encased tiny pink knickers peaking out when she stretched or bent. 

They ate a good breakfast and Hermione explained to Draco why she need to visit her immortal mother in the other realm.

“Now that our group is complete my mother may see it necessary to give us a new mission or call you lot forth to see her newest agents.”

“So you will travel into the land of Valkyrie in that smashing little number,” he teased while his fingers snuck beneath the helm of the shirt.

She laughed and wrapped her fingers around his questing fingers.

“No, I will be wearing the robes befitting a Valkyrie warrior.”

“Now that I want to see,” Draco eyes darkened with the though of his fierce witch dressed for battle.

“Oh it is sight that you will never forget.”  His father promised a possessive gleam in is eyes.

Hermione blushed as the eyes of her guardians rested hotly on her.

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Hermione had bid her lovers goodbye and was about to transport herself to the other realm when a sickly feeling over came her.  She watched in horror as her guardians moved forward to grab her but before they could she had disappeared from their small haven and hurtled into places unknown.

Even with her guardians n the dame room, Loki the Trickster god and self appointed dealer of justice, had taken the prized Valkyrie.

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The young witch and warrior woke in a cave bower, the signet of Loki draped on the tapestry-covered walls.  She shook of the remains of the magic that had been used to capture her and sat up on the plush chaise lounge she had been laid on.

A portal opened to the right, four armed and faceless guards entered, followed by the human likeness of the god himself.

Hermione rose and then bowed before the deity, as was expected.

Loki took in the vision before him, even in her lacy underclothes and simple white garb she looked every bit the might warrior of the ancients she was.

“Ah, daughter of Freyja, and witch of the mortal realm.”

“You seemed surprised to see me, even when it was your orders that brought me herein.”

“Just pleased to see you Valkyrie.”

“To what purpose have you taken me?” she asked

“Because I wish it so.” The deity answered.

Bloody Immortals- thought Hermione.

“Why was I taken from my guardians as I traveled to my mother?” she tried again.

“Because righteousness must be tested- Scabior!” called out Loki and he smiled at the look on the young beauty’s face.  “I believe you are already acquainted with my servant.”

“Keeping company with snatchers?”

“I snatched you pretty well,” came that familiar voice.

“Throwing your lot in with Loki now?”

“He made me very good offer, a chance to win you for my own,” he dark eyes leered at her.

“I have claimed my guardians, I am a witch in my own right, a captain of the High Valkyrie guard and an agent of the acients.  You have no power over those birthrights!” she rose to full height, her power pulsed with her seething tone.

“Only if your guardians survive the tasks issued to them by another agent.” Loki said calmly.

“Who challenges my guardians?” Hermione all but hissed, her power and magic churning in the air.

“Me.” Scabior responded, a smile pulling at his pink lips as he pulled up his right sleeve to shoe the Rune of Loki on the inside of his wrist.

A/N:  Sorry for the long wait, just returned home from a month long field study in Eastern Europe.  I have some new ideas for this story floating around my notebook, but I also have a lot of work  to do for my Masters, so I beg patients! I always finnish my stories <3

Cheers,

Sarah