Snake Inside, Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places mentioned in this story or in the Harry Potter series itself. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. Don't sue.
Author's note: Hermione/Draco. Don't like? Don't read. It's that simple. Don't read just to flame. That's just stupid. Don't flame, period. Constructive Criticism, people. It helps make the world go 'round.
Rating: R
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He's like a snake inside the grass, his tongue flicking in and out, dangerous, daring. He slithers around, hidden. And he likes it that way, so when you turn your back, he can strike, and fill you with poisonous venom. I think I rather like it that way as well, as it always keeps me on my toes.
I wonder, sometimes, if he trained himself to be that way, or he was born a snake. A cold, silver, light-eyed snake, that can either kill you or mate with you.
He likes to play games with me, as well. He likes to speak in tongues that his father taught him, so ancient even I don't know them. When he speaks English, he hints at things, speaks in analogies and metaphors, similes and prepositions, never making complete sense, but somehow, at the same time, it's
insanely clear.
He's a murderer by blood, as I understand it. A vulture, feeding off the dead. His father taught him the Dark Ways, and he wouldn't want to see them put to waste. Everyone expects him to be Voldemort's servant for life. Sometimes I wonder about it myself. Although, I must admit, somewhere deep inside of me, I don't think he has the guts to do it. Part of me thinks he isn't as rebellious as he wants us to think. He's probably just a little boy inside a shell. The other part thinks he's Lucifer reincarnated.
But that's silly. And impossible. All of it. None of it makes sense. Not now, not ever. But, at the same time, it's perfectally understandable, and makes total sense. It's very confusing.
Which is why I like it so much.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places mentioned in this story or in the Harry Potter series itself. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. Don't sue.
Author's note: Hermione/Draco. Don't like? Don't read. It's that simple. Don't read just to flame. That's just stupid. Don't flame, period. Constructive Criticism, people. It helps make the world go 'round.
Rating: R
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He's like a snake inside the grass, his tongue flicking in and out, dangerous, daring. He slithers around, hidden. And he likes it that way, so when you turn your back, he can strike, and fill you with poisonous venom. I think I rather like it that way as well, as it always keeps me on my toes.
I wonder, sometimes, if he trained himself to be that way, or he was born a snake. A cold, silver, light-eyed snake, that can either kill you or mate with you.
He likes to play games with me, as well. He likes to speak in tongues that his father taught him, so ancient even I don't know them. When he speaks English, he hints at things, speaks in analogies and metaphors, similes and prepositions, never making complete sense, but somehow, at the same time, it's
insanely clear.
He's a murderer by blood, as I understand it. A vulture, feeding off the dead. His father taught him the Dark Ways, and he wouldn't want to see them put to waste. Everyone expects him to be Voldemort's servant for life. Sometimes I wonder about it myself. Although, I must admit, somewhere deep inside of me, I don't think he has the guts to do it. Part of me thinks he isn't as rebellious as he wants us to think. He's probably just a little boy inside a shell. The other part thinks he's Lucifer reincarnated.
But that's silly. And impossible. All of it. None of it makes sense. Not now, not ever. But, at the same time, it's perfectally understandable, and makes total sense. It's very confusing.
Which is why I like it so much.