The Snake, The Witch, and The Weasley

A/N: Okay, I know that I've let everyone down by not finishing Mrs Malfoy yet. I promise, I will finish it. I've tried to come up with fifteen different ways to end it, but none of them are working out in my mind or on paper, so I'm sorry about that. To hold you over, here's my new story. It'll probably only have four chapters. So here it is!

The Snake

Hermione Granger was in a tizzy. She was standing by the refreshments table in the overly-decorated ball room of Malfoy Manor. It was the ten-year Hogwarts reunion, class of 1997. Draco Malfoy, the giving and philanthropic man that he was, had generously donated his ball room tonight for the reunion. He had also provided all the decorations and the refreshments.

Hermione wanted to punch him in the face.

If it wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t be in this situation. If it wasn’t for him, her husband wouldn’t have walked out on her just this morning. She hated him so much, but at the same time, she knew that she couldn’t resist him.

‘Mrs Weasley,’ came a deep voice from her side. ‘Are you enjoying the party?’

‘Ha!’ she laughed cruelly, turning to look in the grey eyes of the man who had destroyed her life.

He smirked and grabbed two flutes of champagne off of a floating tray. He handed her one, but she set it down on the table. ‘I’m not in the mood to get drunk, Malfoy.’

‘Who said you had to get drunk?’ he asked, still smirking. ‘It’s just a little bubbly, Granger.’ He downed his and set the empty glass on the table. ‘Come with me,’ he said. This part of the room was darkened, and no one saw as he grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hallway behind the table.

When he pushed her into his study, and closed the doors behind them, his mouth quickly made its way onto hers. She pushed him away, regretfully. ‘Malfoy, we can’t do this!’

He smirked again. ‘Yes, we can,’ he said, quickly bringing his lips back onto hers. He held her face in his palms, cradling her head as he took her mouth with his. He gently slid his tongue against the seam of her lips, begging for permission. She finally yielded and he claimed it completely. He pulled away slightly, looking into her eyes, which were now a dark, dark brown, clouded over with lust. ‘Yes, we can,’ he said again. He kissed her again and led her over to the sofa.

He turned her around slowly, running his hands up and down her body as he held her against his chest. His hands lingered on her breasts, giving them a light squeeze before he moved his hands around to her back. He then slid the zipper of her dress down slowly, kissing each inch of skin that was exposed to him.

‘Oh gods, Draco,’ Hermione sighed. She knew that she shouldn’t be doing this. She needed to talk to him more than anything, but she just couldn’t right now; she had to have him again. He had ruined her life, but she still needed him.

One of his hands slipped around her under the material of her dress, which was now unzipped, but still on. He squeezed her naked breast and lightly pinched the nipple with two fingers. ‘Oh, Hermione, I need you. I need you so bad.’

She moaned as he pushed her forward to lean over the back of the sofa. She held herself up as he used his free hand to push her dress up over her arse. He was just as happy to find her with no knickers as he had been to find her with no bra. His one hand still teased her breast mercilessly as the other slid through her slick slit to find her absolutely soaking for him.

He leaned against her and smiled into her back as he whispered against the back of her neck, ‘Seems that you need me too.’

She moaned softly. He thrust a finger into her. ‘Say it,’ he commanded, his voice harsh.

She couldn’t. She could barely believe that she was letting him do this again after he had destroyed her life and her marriage, but she was. She shook her head.

He plunged two fingers into her, a soft, steady rhythm. ‘Say it, Granger. Say you need me and I’ll fuck you so hard your children will feel it.’ She gasped slightly at his words.

She wanted to, she wanted to tell him so bad, but she just couldn‘t. She couldn‘t do it. She couldn‘t put herself under his power anymore than she already was. ‘Malfoy, I can’t,’ she moaned pitifully. ‘I can’t need you.’

He laughed lightly. He pulled his hands away from her body in order to move his robes aside and free his large erection from the confines of his trousers. Then his hands were on her again. His one hand slipped into her dishevelled dress to stroke and squeeze and tweak her other tit, while the other held his cock at her entrance. He leaned forward and bit her shoulder blade. ‘But you see, Granger, that just proves that you do need me.’ He thrust home.

He fucked her roughly from behind, her dress falling down her shoulders as he abused one breast with one hand and held her hip and the bottom part of her dress up with the other. ‘Oh, Merlin, Granger. You always feel so fucking good. Your tight cunt wrapped so nicely around my cock. You love it, don’t you? I love it. I wish I could fuck it every damn day.’

Hermione moaned. She bit the back of the sofa so that she wouldn’t scream out the dirty thoughts that were running through her mind. She couldn’t tell him that she loved this, loved when he fucked her hard. When he talked dirty. He made her feel so beautiful, even while he was degrading her.

He fucked her long and hard and thoroughly. Then the hand on her breast slid down her body and two fingers pressed against her clit. ‘You’re going to come now, Granger,’ he said, thrusting erratically against her backside. ‘You’re going to come all over my cock, and then I’m going to come all over your cunt. I’m going to fill you up so full. Give you something Weasley never could.’

She nearly screamed as his fingers pinched her clit. She came hard, his voice and his cock filling her with pleasure beyond belief. He thrust her hard, trapping her hips between his and the back of the sofa and he came deep inside her.

Hermione was breathing heavily. Gods, how could this man make her feel this way when her husband of five years had never done so? How could he fuck her so thoroughly that she didn’t even think she could think?

He began caressing her arse, which was still sticking up over that back of the sofa, even though she had collapsed forward on the cushions. ‘Malfoy, could you please get off me now.’

‘I rather enjoy the view,’ he said with a smile, slapping her arse playfully before pulling out of her. They both sighed in loss as their intimate contact was broken.

He cast a quick cleansing charm and then helped Hermione stand up. He smiled as he kissed her shoulder and zipped up her dress, and helped smooth down her skirts. He then turned her around and kissed her fully on the mouth.

Hermione pulled away from him and looked at him. She began thinking again about what he had done to her, and how she had just let him do it again. He was the reason that she was probably getting a divorce in the near future, god damn it! And yet she still bent to his every whim.

But she needed to at least tell him. Tell him what he had done to destroy her life. She had to get it out, and he was looking at her with that grin on his face as she was dying a little more inside.

Go on, you big pussy, she told herself. Just tell him!

‘Malfoy,’ she began.

‘Yes?’ he said, kissing the side of her neck.

‘Malfoy, I’m pregnant.’