Title
Among the Serpents
Chapter 2
By
Adrienne Black
After all her classes were finished Hermione retreated into the Head's common room, saying a quick 'Goodbye' to Draco and throwing a hateful sneer to Blaise. Honestly she thought I've no idea why he hates me so much, it's not like I've ever done anything to him. She smirked as she thought Well that's probably exactly why he despises me.
She grinned as she stood in front of the portrait hole- a Lion head with four snakes framing the sides. The snakes hissed and the Lion growled as she muttered "Soda Pop", causing the painting to swing forward. She walked in to see none other than Potter and the Weaslette going at in front of the fire place. She uttered a sound of disgust, which they didn't notice, and made her way to the bathroom. She planned to take a bath and jump straight into her homework, for she had rolls upon rolls to finish.
She entered the lavatory, once again marveling at it's beauty. The floor was white marble, with walls painted deep blue. There was an enormous bath in the corner with five steps at it's base. There was a large midnight blue basin sink with four faucets that Hermione had yet to try out. To the right of the tub was a door leading to the toilet room. There was an array of mirrors, plants and pictures all around the room as well. Hermione began to undress, hanging her clothes on a hook near the bath, and slipped into the tub, which had filled up at an amazing pace. She swam a couple laps around the pool-sized bath and then fiddled with the faucets, filling the tub with perfumed bubbles. Hermione was in heaven.
She must have been in the tub for an hour when she received an annoyed knock on the door, followed by an irate Potter. She rolled her eyes and yelled "Give me a bloody minute!" as she lifted herself from the warm water. Her wet naked body was greeted by the harsh cool air and she wrapped her arms around herself until she found a towel. Grabbing her clothes she violently opened the door.
"Well It's about time, I thought you had drowned, it's really a shame you didn't I was hoping…." Harry trailed off as he realized Hermione was wearing scant but a towel, which was carelessly draped around her body and looked ready to fall off. She smirked.
"See something you like wonder boy?" She asked, the words dripping with honeyed poison.
"No, just a skanky Slytherin."
"Oh, and do I spy a filthy Gryffindor with a superiority complex? Why I think I do."
"Are you done? I'd like to get into the bath."
"To wash off that blood-traitors grime? I don't blame you, here I'll step aside, I don't want to prolong your cleaning, you might catch fleas."
She moved out of his way, walking toward her door, leaving him to fume over her words. She heard the door slam shut as he entered the lavatory. Picking out some pajamas- a white tank top and a pair of black boy cut underwear with a silver snake on the butt- and putting them on, Hermione suddenly realized all her school books were downstairs. So with that thought she trotted down to the common room and was shocked to hear Blaise's voice emitting from outside the portrait hole. She walked to the door so she could hear better.
"Just let me in you foul creatures I know the Head Girl and I need to speak to her… Stop growling at me you nasty little…"
Hermione could barley hold in a giggle as she swung open the door to see a shocked Blaise. She sneered at him.
"And to what do I owe your presence, Zabini?" she asked, her words dripping with sarcasm.
Blaise looked rather awkward, scratching the back of his neck. "Well actually, I have a favor to ask…" he seemed to squirm uncomfortably at these words and Hermione couldn't help but grin and let out a short burst of laughter.
"And what in the name of Merlin makes you think I'll oblige?" she scoffed at him.
"I was hoping good manners.." he mumbled
"And since when have I exhibited manners?"
"Well I thought it'd be convenient if you started now."
"Fine tell me what you want and we'll see."
"I was wondering if I could… well crash here tonight… more like hide out… from Maleficent Parker, she's chasing me around the bloody fucking school."
She couldn't help but laugh. Maleficent Parker was the most annoying girl in Hogwarts, and she didn't stop chasing any man until she got what she wanted… and frankly she was hideous. She nodded her head, keeled over in laughter. He shoved past her with a contemptuous look. Finally after a few minutes she gained control of herself and turned to Blaise.
"What the hell are you wearing Granger?" He asked, just noticing her attire.
"Shove it Zabini, this is my dorm, I'll dress as I please. And besides, your visit wasn't exactly announced, now was it?"
"Fine, but I'm just going to marvel at the reaction Draco gets when he shows up and your dressed like that in front of Potty Boy and me ."
"It's Potty Boy and I you imbecile and Draco's not going to care." she stated matter-of-factly.
"Oi, we'll see."
And at this Hermione kept quite. After a few seconds she turned on her heal and made her way back up to her room, books in hand. Unfortunately he followed her. She entered her room and he followed close behind. And before the door shut Harry had come out of the bathroom, looking shocked and appalled to see what Hermione was wearing, in addition to a boy who was not Draco entering her room. Hermione turned around sharply to face Blaise.
"What are you doing in here? Just because I let you crash here does not mean you can come into my room…" Hermione began to shriek, receiving uninterested "Uh-huh" "Yeah, sorry" replies. Blaise seemed to be preoccupied with going through Granger's things. "And you cannot go through my personal things!" she continued running over and slamming shut her night stand drawer Blaise had just opened, only barley missing his fingers.
"Oh it seems I've struck a nerve. What's in your nightstand Hermione?"
"I hardly think that's any of your business."
"What have you got in there, Granger? Some filthy sex toys?"
"Oh my dear lord, shut up! If it'll get you to be quiet, go head! Open it! Go on!"
And so he did, rummaging through anything he could put his hands on. Finally in the bottom of the drawer, which had previously been neat and organized he pulled out a stack of three books titled The Poisonwood Bible, The Portrait of Dorian Gray and Angels and Demons.
"Honestly Granger, you'd think you weren't a witch. What are these a muggle books? I've certainly never heard of them before." Hermione's pale complexion went scarlet. There was no way she could risk anyone finding out she had ties to the muggle community, let alone Blaise, who would ruin her the first chance he got.
"Oh put them down, it's none of your business what books I read!" she grabbed the books from his hand and threw them back into the drawer. "The only reason you've never heard of them is because you can't read."
And then there was a slight "Hem Hem" coming from her doorway. She turned to see a chuckling Harry Potter leaning against the door frame. Crap. She stared at him, wondering how long he had been standing there.
"What do you want wonder boy?" she scowled.
"I think there is yet another visitor for you, Granger. What is that, the fifth guy to enter the common room tonight?" He grinned mischievously, clearly trying to get her into trouble. And there, standing behind him was a very angry looking Draco Malfoy.
"Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?" Draco yelled, shoving past Potter into Hermione' spacious bedroom.
"Hey Draco, She replied nonchalantly, flopping down on her couch, feet on the top of the back. She had to act calm, otherwise he'd think something was going on. The lie that came from her mouth next was completely ridiculous, and she knew Draco wouldn't fall for it. "We're just hanging out." Hanging out? Since when did she and Blaise ever 'hang out' they despised each other, but it was the first thing that came to her mind.
"Just hanging out?" Draco repeated. "It doesn't look like your just hanging out! You're standing two inches away from Blaise with your ass hanging out for Zabini and Potter to see, and Potty told me I was the fifth guy to come through here tonight.."
"You're really going to believe Potter? Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, the 'chosen one', really this is just ridiculous."
"That's not the point! Why the fuck is Blaise in your bedroom while your half naked?" he glared daggers at Blaise, who just smirked.
"For your information, Malfoy, he came here unannounced claiming that cow Maleficent was stalking him! I was trying to be nice until the git followed me into my bedroom!" She stated in fake exasperation.
For a moment, Malfoy just stared at her, not sure whether to believe her. Before he could get a word out, however, she took Blaise by the neck, and shoved him out of the room, pushing Draco along with him. Draco turned around sharply only to have the door collide with his face, causing his nose to bleed.
"Ah! Bloody bitch," he muttered bringing his hand to his nose. It was a while before he remembered he could just heal it. Taking out his wand and pointing it at his nose he muttered "Nasturtium healum". After his nose stopped bleeding he rounded on Blaise. "What were you doing with her?" he demanded.
"Nothing mate, I swear. I turned her down." he smirked to himself, hoping Draco wouldn't notice.
"What are you talking about?"
"Well Mate, I told her Parker was looking for me, and she pulled me into her bedroom, telling me… well the gist of it is, she tried to shag me senseless."
Draco stared at him, his face as red as an apple, when he remembered Potter was still standing there. He pulled himself together and turned to open Hermione's door, which to his surprise was open. She was cleaning, of course because that's what she always did when she was beyond mad. All of a sudden he decided he didn't want to cross her. He might have been physically stronger, but she was magically stronger, and since he wasn't about to hit her, he decided he should make amends. Besides, Blaise was always lying.
"Babe, umm, I'm sorry?" he said, it came out as more of a question then a statement. She laughed.
"Are you asking me if it's okay to be sorry, Malfoy?" She sneered. He cringed, she called him Malfoy when she was displeased with him.
"No, I'm telling you I'm sorry."
"Well you shouldn't say it like such a pussy then." she replied bitterly.
"What the hell was I suppose to think?" He stopped for a second, deciding if he really wanted to ask this next question. He did. "Did you hit on Blaise?"
"WHAT!? Did you really just ask me that Draco? Did you really?"
"Yes I did! And I would like an answer now, that is if it doesn't take you too long to think up a lie,"
"Oh, oh! That's rich coming from you! You know what just get out! If I wanted to hit on Blaise we'd be having sex right now, do you see me having sex with Blaise? No? I didn't think so. But maybe you will!"
He knew she was being spiteful , but he couldn't take the chance. He crossed the room in two large strides, grabbed her wrists and threw her on the bed behind her. She smirked as he got on top of her, as if she had been expecting this.
But honestly, she considered herself lucky that this is the way the evening played out. In truth she wasn't a naturally a manipulative person, and to act that way was quite draining. But that was close, much too close. This year seemed to be promising a whole lot of problems, and Hermione hadn't the slightest idea how she had maintained this front for so long, and even less of an idea how she was going to keep it up.
A few minutes later, this problem was the last thing on her mind, but her loud moans were the first thing on the minds of the two boys outside, much to their disgust and dismay.
"That's bloody disgusting that is." Zabini said, as he descended the stairs into the common room, Hermione's moans still audible. Harry gave a forced look of disgust toward her room while making his way to his own. He closed the door and flopped down on the coach. For some strange reason he felt a pang of jealousy toward Malfoy. Half of him wished it was he, Harry, who was making her scream out in ecstasy. Get a hold of yourself Harry, it's Hermione you're thinking of, that's right disgusting.
After a few minutes of enduring
Granger's moans, Harry finally had enough. He grabbed a sweatshirt
and left the Head's wing in search of Ginny.
Sure enough, he
found her in the Gryffindor common room with Pavarti Patail and
Lavender Brown. Harry never could figure out why Ginny, a girl of
substance, hung out with these two girls who, as far as anyone could
tell, shared a brain.
"Hey Gin. Uh, wanna patrol with me for a while? Granger's, well indisposed and we're suppose to have two people." He grinned boyishly at her, hopefully implying that patrolling was the last thing he wanted to do with her. She smiled back and got up, shoving her books in a bag.
"Sure Harry, that'd be fine."
They left the library, leaving Lavender and Pavarti to giggle and gossip. After a while of walking, Harry pushed Ginny into an open broom closet, shutting the door behind him and casting a silencing charm over the room. He grinned at Ginny as he pushed her playfully against the wall and began to kiss her. It's not Hermione but…wait dammit! Ginny's better than Hermione… Better.. It's a good thing it's not Granger, she's probably a lousy lay.
