The Jackal & Dragon.

Virtue has a veil; Vice a mask

Hermione knew she should have turned around the moment she stepped inside the odd square room the woman now found herself standing in. It was hardly more prominent than the witch herself yet made up for the lack of space by having matte black walls that seemed to shoot a couple of hundred feet upwards before tapering into a dark ceiling held silver mist. Hermione found herself instantly intrigued when viewing that every spot on the smooth wall, from the silver base moulding to the high arches, were covered in an assortment of expensive looking masks.

The disguises ranged from impish gargoyles with glowing green eyes that gave the impression of daunting doom; Crystal mask etched with elaborate runes that covered the entire featureless disguise. Quite unpractical for a mask Hermione thinks to herself. The beautiful costumes were not the most bizarre part of this particular room. In the corner was an androgynous form clothed in black robes and an oval mask of geometric mirrors secured to the being's face. It gave the viewer the impression that their face and bodies were warping into swirls, similar to a Muggle carnival's silly mirrors exhibit.

Hermione's twisted heart-shaped face was shown with utter shock at the weird creatures still nature, and she cannot help but feel subconscious in her thigh length pink dress and gold wedges. Her famous fashion designer aunt just insisted she model her latest designs before the line was launched, and the witch could not help but admitted it was refreshing to wear muggle clothes again just not right now in the presence of her magical life. She decides to forgo the awkward presence of the slender creature and rushes towards the black metal door with a surge of gallantry. She curses softly when the door remains rigid in place, a pleasant thrum vibrated through her hand, and she let go softly. A ward has was placed she confirms; being the ever clever witch that she was known for, Hermione instantly knew what to expect before being allowed entrance. The witch twirls her wand as she stares at the masks turning her eyes to the guard in the corner with a questioning look on her delicate face.

The thing shakes its heads slowly, and Hermione feels a chill run down her spine giving her goosebumps. She quickly grabs the golden cat mask and attaches it around her head as glass mask continues to glare at her with hollow eyes. After arranging her coils around her new feline features, did she admit the cover gave her a false sense of security. No one knew her here, and this mask ensured that stayed that way. Perhaps it was time to try dating again. Hermione clenches her wand as her heart staggered with the pulsing throes of grief. She was getting better at controlling that shock that he was gone.

Forever.

Get it together Hermione.

She finds her self-chanting her mantra as she grabs the cold metal door with sweaty hands and beating heart. He would want her to let go. During the war, they both agreed if anything ever happened to the other it was okay to move on... Yet she found it hard to replace the memory of Fred Weasley.

Her first love.


What are we waiting for Zab? I want to get to her before any of those creeps can defile her. She really should be thanking us that we noticed the curly swot, they would have eaten her alive in there", Draco was quite eager as he wrapped his finger around the handle to the Ouroboros. Blaise leans on the door, blocking his attempts before pacifying the spoiled aristocrat with the bottle of expensive champagne.

"Now Now Malfoy, we must give Miss Granger enough time to pick our her secret alias. Twenty Galleons she picks the feline mask. Moreover, I do believe that Miss Granger could handle herself in the Ouroboros, she is one fierce witch when provoked, or has our third year slipped your memory? Just say the word, and I shall call forth a Pensive", The dark man smirks as he continues to lean onto the door knowing how impatient Malfoys could be. The silver wizard drains the remaining veins of the bubbly drink wiping his mouth and scoffing at his brutally honest best friend. " You know bloody well I have not forgotten about that punch. I intend to get her back for that just in a more satisfying way for both of us, and Of course, she is going to pick the cat mask so no bet you twat.", Malfoy sneers at the raised eyebrow of Blaise Zabini before continuing his revelation.

"I picked out the very mask in remembrance of Granger, on a whim, of course, I never expected her to be in New York. How fortunate fate is to have the very witch walk into our very establishment.", Malfoy says with a throaty chuckle. He simply could not believe their good fortune. Blaise Zabini rolls his brown eyes at the devilish man standing before him. Granger should be happy that Blaise Zabini was here to control Malfoy and the pureblood's hedonic ways or the poor girl would surely lose her mind. He opens the door after peering inside. It seemed Hermione Granger did decide on the cat mask; he notes staring at the new silver fox that replaced that spot where the golden cat mask usually resided.

"Let's go snag a little kitty, Malfoy.", Blaise dons his mask, and the latter instantly pulls forth his own as he scoffs. " More like a lioness than a little kitten. Points to you for coming up with the mask idea. If she saw us coming from the start, she would leave instantly and wheres the fun in that?."

" Yes, remember to remain that way, We all know how you behave around the girl," Zabini smirks as he enters the bar.

" What do you mean we?",


One drink and she was out of here.

Hermione clutched her martini as she nervously viewed the bar for what seemed like the hundredth time. The entire mysterious theme remained rampant in the main room. The whole place was matte black with a giant glass Ouroboros symbol in the center of the vast floor. Upon further investigation did Hermione horrifically realize that the white glowing symbol held trapped Amazonian pixies. How barbaric she thought disgustedly.

The bar area expanded the whole left wall and contained glass shelves of potions and liquors that reached the high arched ceilings. The entire right side of the room held spacious booths that were full of comfortable pillows and weird looking hookahs that billowed colorful entrancing swirls of smoke. There was thick blood red curtains that could close for discretion and Hermione found herself wondering about the naughty little things that happened behind said booths. She sat in the corner of the round bar as she took in the many people donned in styles of obscurity. It seemed that tonight was quite busy as many people were dancing to the throbbing music in slow gyrating movements that made the witch's hidden cheeks pinken. Hermione sipped her martini as she watched the scantily dressed wizard and witches crowded in the bar realizing how she was out of her element. Upon arrival the slender woman has noticed the glances directed her way and she felt like prey walking over to what had instantly attracted her attention upon entrance into this revelry.

Past the dance floor and its drunken occupants was a secluded nook with an alluring padded door of red velvet. It was unguarded but seemed to give off an energy of seclusiveness. She found her self-staring at the door with bitten lip when she feels two heavy hands rest on her shoulder. Hermione tenses involuntarily, and it takes every amount of her will to not curse the person touching her. She knocks the hands from her body as she turns sharply. " If you would like to remain conscious I suggest you do not touch me without my consent again. Are you able to comprehend that?." she raises her hidden eyebrow as she took in a red mask with black fangs. The wizard was of average build with a long black ponytail, he smelled of liquor and body heat, and Hermione finds herself instantly uncomfortable, time to go. she tries to walk past the drunken man with a clenched jaw but, the red-faced man steps in front of Hermione, blocking her way.

" Oh don't leave now pussycat, I saw your curious little eyes looking at the door since you have stumbled upon the Ouroboros. Would you like to take a peek inside? I would love the honor to show you around?" The voice of the wizard echoes as he leans into her ear, it was gravely and unpleasant. It made the hair of Hermione's neck stand affixed, and she decided just to hex the man and deal with the consequences later. However, before she can do just this, a velvet voice says.

" Mr. Fang this witch is a guest of ours. Tarry on and cause trouble elsewhere will you?"

Hermione turns to see two wizards standing by the red padded door, where seconds before the alcove was utterly empty. The one who seemed to order the red-faced man to leave was a dark-skinned wizard of considerable height. He stood in a jackal mask of jade stone and an all-black suit that gave off the impression of a very athletic body. He held a very formal and polished look about himself as his brown eyes lazily grazed over Hermione. She was almost certain such mannerism were from the product of pureblood upbringing.

The other wizard was leaning on the red door with a silver dragon mask that covered his entire head, giving him total obscurity. His silver eyes were glued on the tiny witch, and she could not help but shiver at the intense look. Where has she seen those eyes before? She snaps herself from her thoughts as the red man bows deeply replying, " Of course Mr. Jackal and Mr. Dragon I should have known something as delectable as this was claimed. Don't wander from your masters again little kitty, and I do not know if I will be able to control myself.", Fang purrs to Hermione as she glares back, refusing to show him how scared she was. Once the man disappears into the thronging crowd, does she turn towards the duo before her.

" Thank you for that, what's his problem?", She pulls her dress down as she takes in the intimidating wizards before her. The Jackal extends his dark chocolate hand and kisses her own almond toned hand with velvet lips. "Mr. Fang is accustomed to getting what he wants so I would be careful around the wizard, I apologize for his forwardness. I am Jackal, and this is Dragon. We are the owners of the Ouroboros. I must ask what is the name of our new customer?" , The dark man purrs as he lets go of her arm softly. Hermione quickly flicks her eyes between the intense stares of the apparent owners. The two seemed to have different natures, the Jackal was polished and gave off a sense of control. The Dragon character, however, was leering with hungry wild eyes as he continued to lean on the door. Hermione decided it was not smart to give her real name or any semblance of it.

"I am Ginny, nice to meet you both. I must get going but... thank you for earlier. I've just realized that this crowd is not my usual preference", Hermione chews her lip as she turns toward the crowd with the intention of leaving quickly. She feels her left wrist tugged back and she turns as an electric shot of pleasure strikes her core. Dragon mask was currently clutching her with a pale scarred hand. " You cannot go yet, at least have a drink with us, allow us to explain our establishment?", Hermione instantly notices a voice changing spell weaved through the man's heavy voice but doesn't think much about it. I am sure this place is discreet for a reason. She nods her head softly and follows the two wizards to a secure booth in the corner.

Hermione pulls her dress down as she gazed at the two shyly, who somehow wedged her into the soft padded both. The woman could not help but wonder what the two would be like together? She asked Fred once if George could join them sexually, but he told her he would share everything but his woman with his twin brother. So Hermione Granger still kept an undesirably itching curiosity on the matter. She always wondered what it would be like to have two men take her numerous ways. She imagined being the center of attention to two skilled lovers would be an overwhelming experience.

" Miss...Ginny, what brings you to our club? I certainly have not seen you here before.", The Jackal says smoothly while he summoned a glass of firewhiskey. She accepts a tumbler as she tries to get comfortable between the different auras, they were like warm wood and cold metal she noted as the fiery tang of cinnamon floods her senses.

" Well I am visiting my aunt for the month, and I just happened to discover your wards as I was passing by, this is actually the first wizard owned business I have seen in the Muggle portion of the city, so obviously I was intrigued. What's... what's behind the red door?", The courage of the liquor dulled her logical side, and she finally asked the question she's been wondering all night. The Jackal smiles seductively. His perfect white teeth were luminescent against his smooth dark skin and the low lighting of the Ouroboros. Hermione cannot help but bite her pink lip as the two wizards began to move closer to her tiny form with hungry eyes. She clenched her throbbing center as the music pulsed within her very self, and Hermione refused to show her wariness as the paler wizard leaned towards her freckled neck and breathed in her riotous curls before releasing a throaty rasp.

" Are you sure you want to know little kitty? I think your far too innocent ever to contemplate playing behind those doors.", The Dragon runs his finger slowly around her wrist as he watched her reaction. The darker wizard chuckles and he sits his drink down before he begins stroking Hermione's neck softly, she fights a moan at the soft feeling.

"What a curious little kitten you are. First I will tell you about the Ouroboros itself little witch.", Jackal places his lips to her soft skin and begins his history lesson on their establishment. " The Ouroboros symbolizes the cyclic nature of our universe: creation out of destruction, Life out of Death. Pleasure out of pain. The Ouroboros eats its own tail to sustain its life, in an eternal cycle of renewal.", He continues to kiss her neck and Hermione shivers at the pleasant vibrations his exotic voice produced. She moans as the more intense wizard began to run his fingers up her thigh, he would subtly growl with want the closer he got to her core, and it was making the curly witch wet. The Dragon continued his slow ministrations as the Jackal began scratching her scalp with long nails. She was in pure bliss and tried her hardest to focus on the darker man's velvety words while her body begged for more.

" We created a place where you can be yourself and experience your more carnal side. What the mind desires and the flesh craves. Behind that red door, very few get to see.", The Jackal says, and Hermione cannot contain the soft whimper at the intense pleasure she was receiving. She did not know if it was because it has been over a year since she has had intimate sexual contact or because she felt like invisible behind this flimsy gold mask?

No.

She knew it was because she has fantasized about this very moment in her most intimate moments for years.


The Jackal grabs her throat softly as he viewed the moaning witch before him. Hermione was biting her lip as Malfoy skillfully rubbed her slick clitoris, occasionally dipping his long fingers into her sopping wet core. Zabini noticed that Draco was not going to be able to control himself for much longer, in fact, he was surprised that wizard had restrained his urges this much. He snaps his back to the squirming witch between them and squeezes her budding nipple harshly, his stiff member jolts at the noise that falls from her pink lips, and he decides he would not be able to control himself for much longer either. " Would you like an invitation to enter the red door?", He licks her neck softly and enjoys her subtle taste as the witch before him battled with her innocent side.


Hermione wanted these sexy wizards to take her right then and now. She growled at the the intense fire she just needed to release, and the stroke from the Dragon wizard was driving her insane. She looks into the dark eyes of the Jackal as she tried to formulate an intelligent sentence through the building pleasure.

" I...I oh that feels so good mmmph oh right there please.", She stutters as the pale wizard began to twist her bud with long elegant swirls. The Jackal was continuing to kiss her neck before kissing her soft lips with want.

" Fuck you're so tight, Granger.", The Dragon whispers through clenched teeth. Hermione stills instantly at the sound of her name, a name she did not give away.

What the bloody actual fuck?

The witch is shocked to lucid clarity and the darker wizard curses on her lips at his friend's blunder. The paler one seems to realize his folly as he stares into her startled eyes with a simmering hunger. Hermione sucks in a deep breath as she pulls off the silver mask and nearly faints when the face of Draco Malfoy stares back with barely constrained eyes. Hermione wants to hex him, she really does, but she stood astounded at the fucking statistics of this even happening. If Malfoy was here then...Oh come on...

She turns to the dark wizard who has already removed his jade mask and was staring down with dark amusement before licking his lips. Hermione stood with her mouth opened at the Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. Oh my, Merlin she nearly shagged her Slytherin classmates, and they knew who she was from the beginning. Hermione felt her cheeks redden as she removed her mask in a fury.

" You fucking snakes" , She stands up and climbs over the glass table, caring not that she was spilling several bottles in her attempt to escape before she committed a double homicide. Malfoy grabs her wrists with a searing want.

"Granger, wait let us have you. Do not deny you felt the intensity of it all?", Malfoy reaches for her other hand as Zabini quietly observed the two. Hermione stares in disbelief at the two before wrenching her arm away from the silver-haired man.

" Firstly I would never fuck either of you, even if the fucking wizarding world depended on our union. Secondly...I'm not ... I'm not ready to do this. This was a mistake.", She lowers her eyes in shame at what Fred would think right now. Zabini and Malfoy exchange glances and the taller one moves closer to the wary witch. " Miss Granger we simply wanted to show you a night of pleasure, you desperately need one. I assure you we were going to reveal ourselves before passing the red door. We knew you would act accordingly if we showed ourselves from the very start. Forgive us, but we have craved your touch for years now, I'm afraid Draco is unable to control his baser nature when it comes to you.", Zabini bows respectfully before staring at her legs and trembling lips with lustful eyes that made the witch shiver and step towards the exit with wand raised. Malfoy growls darkly as he stepped over the table and next to her with fast reflexes.

" Fred Weasley is dead Hermione. He is gone. When are you going to get over him?", He says harshly, unable to control the jealousy he still had for the dead fool. He instantly regrets his violent outbursts at the reaction Granger held. Her large almond eyes widen with shock before filling with tears that felt quickly. She wipes her tears away violently as she looked back with pained eyes, " I'm...I'm trying Malfoy". She turns around with a flurry of tears and runs towards the dance floor.

" Granger wait! I'm sorry I ...Granger!?", Malfoy yells into the crowd as he watches the retreating fluff of curls make her exit. He winces as she swishes her wand and releases the trapped pixies from their glass prison. The crowd soon became panicked and manic as the Amazonian pixies attacked anyone on sight. Zabini takes in the chaotic scene swishing the curtains closed and pouring himself a glass of whatever was leftover from Hermione Granger's dramatic exit. Malfoy sighs deeply before plopping onto the full sofa with anger. "Bloody hell. I fuck veela on a daily, but whenever that witch is in my immediate area I act like a complete arse!", He bellows before slamming his head onto the pillows. Zabini observes his friend in amusement as the assaulted crowd began to die down.

"Patience my friend, Miss Granger, will be back, of that I'm most certain. What does she taste like Malfoy?", Zabini inquires with a raised eyebrow, watching as Draco sticks the fingers he was pleasuring Granger with into his mouth. He groans softly.

" She tastes like oblivion," he growls.