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Maybe I should warn you guys about this chapter... wait, I did. Lol This reason the story is rated M is now proven...

Chapter 7: "Mr. Potter, you have been absent from Potions class for over three weeks, and I have no choice, but to . . . ."

It was time for the once-a-day sunset on this beautiful day when she came outside. The last rays made the snow glitter so pretty, and the ice sparkled over the Great Lake where the Giant Squid lived. Beneath her laid the Founders' Library that welcomed the pure-bloods and denouncers with open arms; a curse set up probably by Salazar Slytherin himself – hater of all mud-bloods and blood-traitors alike. Attached to the Library was the Chamber of Secrets; resembling a lovely woman whose sole purpose was to seduce any person with the darkness making it coil around you like a Basilisk. Since the fog of darkness let up, Hermione had spent quite a few hours outside just staring at the perfect snow that remained untouched by any human or creature's hand. She thought of her dead parents who had crumbled under manic depression, Rita Skeeter who wrote away her life and nearly killing Draco Malfoy for exposing her scars that day in Double Potions. If this was her in these past few months she feared what would happen within a year's time. Two years? A decade? Would she become the very thing her generation was taught to fear, kill and destroy? Would her heart harden and darken until there was nothing left, but the intentions of reasons against all mankind – magical, muggle and creature alike?

Could she continue this path or succumb to her want for knowledge? Would she? Perhaps she should tell Professor McGonagall? Maybe the professors knew something she didn't about the Chamber. Perchance they knew a way to get rid of the punctured scars? Hermione clutched the spot that rested above her heart. It wasn't normal of her to attack students or lead an adult to their doom not knowing what she had planned. Something was seriously wrong with her. If she acted now maybe it wouldn't effect her future doing whatever job. Then that's what she would do, Hermione finally decided. She would go to her Head and confess everything.

By this time, it was so dark outside that you could barely see what was in front of you. Thankfully, the full moon was out so its own rays made the snow sparkle, and the lights coming from Hogwarts helped as well. Instead of staring at the lake, Hermione decided to look up into the beautiful stars that blinked down at the world. What time was it? How long had she been standing out here?

"Granger, what are you doing?" Hermione turned around to see Draco walking towards her.

"I was just thinking is all," she said, now realizing that standing in the snow for hours wasn't the best idea when wearing a skirt. Hermione suddenly felt very cold, and she tarted to shiver violently. Realizing what was happening, Draco stepped next to the girl who nearly fell down, and picked her up bridal style as to hasten the time towards the warm castle. She fell unconscious. Even through his expensive gloves the boy could feel the coldness of the girl. There was no way at the moment she would've been able to make it to the castle before slipping into a deep slumber so Draco had no other choice. The only person he knew that was up during this time, and was able to help was Uncle Severus. Plus the dungeons were closer anyhow.

Why was he helping her? Many blood references kept popping up into his head, but they were ignored before any good human reason arouse. She was a fellow human being who had just lost her parents. Hermione Granger needed medical attention and fast. At that moment, he knew why the Light side fought – for their fellow beings whether wolf, goblin, elf, giant and others. Realizing this, Draco felt that if things were different he would be jealous of the Golden Trio and would stop at nothing to make them crumple and fall. He would have continued to obey his father's orders. But right now, he wanted to protect the girl in his arms as he raced through the corridors searching for his uncle's classroom attached to his office. There was suppose to be a study session that night for the seventh years to help them on their N.E.W.T.s, and most likely during this time so someone was bound to help.

Bursting in, Draco found to his disappointment no one inside.

"Uncle Severus! Uncle Severus!" Draco called out, but no one answered. "Damn it." He gently laid Hermione on one of the desk that didn't have a cauldron on it, and closed the door. "There must be a potion of sorts to help her." Quickly, he searched through every cabinet and cupboard only finding nothing that would in the slightest help. Everything was to aid the sickness, cure some odd form of disease or some other yucky colored liquid. "Fuck..." He turned his attention back to the shivering girl who had curled up into a ball still in her wet clothes. "Damn it, there's no time to get her to a healer. Weasley better not hit me for saving her life." Rushing back towards her, he tore off his winter garments and threw them on the floor. Next came his shining leather shoes, socks, and everything else that was attached to his body. He would have to remember to thank his mother later for teaching him how to survive in winter conditions. Gently and hastily, Draco removed Hermione's cloak, scarf, gloves, socks and shoes before he could tackle her normal wear. Why was she outside in a skirt for goblin's sake? And she wasn't even wearing the sweater! Damn girl was going to get herself killed before Draco had the chance to save her.

Whispering a fuck it for the remaining clothes, he grabbed her collar and tore open her white blouse causing buttons to fly everywhere. This time around she had on a white bra and most likely white panties. Blushing slightly at the view of her soft breasts, he took her into his arms again, and brought them to the center of the room. Grabbing his wand from his pants' pocket, he cast several spells. The first was to push all the desks away so they formed somewhat into a circle, but kept the doorway open. The second to cast fire onto said desks to make it hot in the cold dungeon room. Draco knelt down with Hermione on her own knees leaning against him for support as he unhooked her bra. No longer being tightened, the straps fell down her shoulders and the bra itself would've slid off completely if it wasn't for being pinned against a naked chest.

Malfoy guided his hands down Granger's soft back, and silently wished that they were older, possibly in their twenties, married and about to perform the most wonderful act of sex – love-making. However, reality confirmed that they were still teenagers, and weren't about to have sex; Draco was going to discard all clothing, and hoped to warm Hermione's body enough to wake her up.

He unzipped her skirt, and watched as it also fell down her cute butt revealing the innocent-looking white panties. Draco may have been a very handsome young man, but he was a novice when it came to a woman's body despite any rumor that lied so. He gulped and blushed as his next step required him to remove the panties. Sadly, he couldn't do so without having some difficulty so he favored using his wand to burn the ends off and throwing the garment along with the bra away.

Thanks to the fires that didn't burn through the cauldrons or desks, it was getting warmer in the dungeon room, but Hermione remained unconscious and cold. The boy repositioned the girl where he held her bridal style tightly in his arms.

"Hermione . . . please wake up," Draco whispered. "Please." The fires glowed against her pale skin that was slowly returning to their normal peach hue. "I'm sorry for everything that I have done towards you. I shouldn't have called you mudblood in second year. You are definitely the smartest and brightest witch I have ever met, and you beat me in every course. I guess I was jealous that you were, but I won't let my father influence me any longer." He brought her up so that her head laid on his shoulder. "Please wake up Hermione, I would like to be your friend. Forgive me for all the things I have done." He didn't know how long they remained in that position; five minutes?; ten minutes?; twenty? He just held her tightly and silently wished for her to wake up. "Wake up Hermione."

Hermione began to stir and moaned a little bit, but she snuggled closer into Draco. Draco felt his heart pound heavily against his chest, and he was sure she could hear it, but didn't seem to mind. He was just happy that she was conscious (somewhat) and alive. Draco brought her closer to him in hopes of perhaps more heat would fully wake her up.

Hermione opened her eyes and at first was confused at the sight of a shirt-less Draco. She remembered that they were outside in the snow, and she was so cold then everything went black. Glancing around without making too much movement, she saw that their clothes were everywhere, but that the desks were on fire providing heat. Any other girl would've screamed rape and not used their common sense to know that Draco Malfoy had saved her life. Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He stiffened at first expecting a scream or a slap, but quickly realized that she was hugging him.

"Thank you Malfoy," she said. Said man wrapped his arms around her torso, and brought her even closer through the action.

"Please, call me Draco."

"All right, Draco." After that moment of hugging, they parted, but Hermione remained in his lap. Draco still held on to her.

"Hermione, please forgive me for everything that I have done towards you. I realize now that my father's influence is wrong, and I shouldn't have called you that horrid name. Will you forgive me?" He hoped that she did; he hoped that she would, and want to become friends with this Slytherin pure-blood. The girl smiled and hugged the worrying boy.

"I forgive you Draco." Immense relief carcass him as he hugged her back.

"I want to become friends, but only if you let me."

"I would love to become friends with you." While Draco smiled with happiness, Hermione smirked as her bangs hid her beautiful chocolate eyes. She began to place small kisses along his neck that made him catch air in his throat, but couldn't deny it felt good. If anything, his teenage dick rising up was a good indication.

"Her-Her-Hermione, what are you doing?" Draco blushed darkly at the feelings stirring within his being. Lust was the first one that overwhelmed his senses. Goblins, it sucked being a teenager with hormones spiking everywhere that you might as well fuck a hole in the wall if that's what satisfied you. Hermione kissed the shell of his ear and spoke in a low voice:

"I wanted to repay you in the best way I can." She licked the outside of his ear before planting a trail of kisses towards his neck and happily began to suck on it. Draco placed his hands on her back, his left hand moving up towards her head and grabbed a fistful of bushy brown hair. Goblins! He thought Hermione never even laid touch on a man before, but she was acting like an experienced hooker. Leaving a big red hickey, Hermione looked up at Draco before kissing him fully on the lips. To both of them, it was their first kiss that sparked something in them. She broke the kiss just for a second to mumble something that he nearly missed: "Let the darkness consume your soul as it is mine." She kissed him again, both closing their eyes and unaware as the shadows came to life. On the floor, they twirled for a second before rising up, and attacked the two. It pierced through Draco's soul, absorbing any form of light and sucked it into its void of evil destroying any purity that Draco had left or created. Not as much of the shadows pierced into Hermione's, repeating the same ideal goal. They screamed in pain when they parted the kiss, and fell to the floor gasping for air once the shadows were done taking over.

Suddenly, the door opened, and inside stepped a Hufflepuff boy. Draco opened his eyes to see the boy, probably part of the study group tonight, ran towards them to see if they were all right because two teenagers having sex was so not normal.

"Are you two okay?" the boy said. "My name is Lin-ack!" Draco stared upside-down at the Hufflepuff who was gasping for air himself now. Hermione removed herself from on top of Draco whom sat up, but his gaze never left the student.

"We are perfectly fine. It was so very nice of you to become the first of the many long lines of sacrifices," Draco hauntingly, as if possessed, said. Lin-whoever grabbed at his throat trying to remove whatever was choking him, but instead of clawing at his skin unaware at what exactly he would end up doing. "What should we do to him my love?" Hermione came up behind him, pressing her breasts against his back. She giggled insanely.

"We could hang him from the ceiling by his intestines. Peel off his skin? Bash his face in? Or, we could spike the ceiling and stick him up there?" she suggested, leaning in closer to whisper something in Draco's ear. "Or wait until he claws out his own throat." Draco grinned.

"Bloody brilliant, pun intended."

"I'm glad you think so." Lin-ack managed to stand up, and ran backwards towards the door that he had forgotten to shut until now. With a simple giggle, Hermione wordless and wandless made the door shut itself. Draco and herself watched happily as the boy continued to drag his nailed deep into his throat wanting to be rid of whatever force that was choking him. The choke wasn't killing the Hufflepuff, oh no, it was the illusion that something was closing his wind pipes that were. Planting such an illusion in the head would make any person freak out, and do a number of things. The Hufflepuff, being stupid, wasn't thinking logically and using his wand, but instead threw a slab of skin onto the floor.

It hurt, oh it hurt so much, but Lin-ack couldn't stop himself. Tears began pouring down his face. Using a free hand, he raked his chipped nails into the wooden door begging it to open through choked sobs and cries, but the only ones were heard him just laughed. It entertained Draco and Hermione greatly to observe the dumb student attempt to escape their room of torture, and greatly turned them on. The boy's neck was now squirting blood onto his Hogwarts clothing that drunk it all. Whatever crimson liquid escaped the body flew to the door and slid down making it harder for the bloody right hand to dig through. It wasn't five minutes later that Lin-ack fell against the door, his body weighing off to the side until it hit the floor, his head slamming against the cold, stone ground that caused his head to crack.

Draco finally turned around to Hermione, and kissed her heatedly. With his right index finger and thumb, he pinched Hermione's left nipple causing her to moan and buck into his body. They were just teenagers, drunk on lust and pleasure that made their sex-hazed minds want more. Parting the kiss, they gaze in each others red eyes.

Unknown to them, somebody else was in the room and was watching the scene with amusement. It chuckled.

"Teenagers shouldn't be doing that sort of thing. They should really wait until they're older," it said, waving its smoking pipe with a grin plastered on its face.

In consequence, Draco and Hermione's bodies change morphing into their future selves six or seven years later. Draco's muscles became bigger, slim like a seeker's should be. A six-pack adorned his stomach making him the icon Slytherin Sex God. His hair grew out slightly with the same blonde hue. Hermione's hair became longer, her breasts fuller and bigger; body slim and perfect like a Gryffindor Sex Goddess. The two never noticed, but instead continued their engagement in the others body. Hands roaming everywhere wondering if it was as perfect as the last patch of wonderfulness.

The fire desks continued to produce heat (although that wasn't needed much anymore thanks to the heat the two adults were giving off). The door opened again, but was unable to expose the room all the way thanks to Lin-ack blocking it somewhat, but his body was still hidden behind it. A Ravenclaw girl stepped in, and nearly screamed in horror before Hermione's eye caught her gaze. The Ravenclaw was pulled forth, the door shutting itself, who radiated fear, but could no longer voice her emotion.

"Whatever you do my love, make sure you take out the eyes. The Ministry has created a new spell that enables them to see what happened," Draco informed. Hermione stood up, and walked over to the scared little girl. Cerise her name was.

"Poor little Cerise. So pretty," Hermione cooed, playing with a strand of curly red hair. "So smart. So good. I know exactly what I'm going to do with you." She put a hand underneath Cerise's chin forcing the girl's head up some. "You are going to lay on one of those burning tables, and for every good deed you have done in your life you will force yourself to cut your skin. We'll start with your toes and work your way up. If you manage to reach your head and live you may leave. Until then, do as you are told." Hermione stepped back after giving her orders, and watched very carefully as Cerise obeyed without mumbling a word. Cerise marched over to one of the flamed desks (the flames couldn't hurt her as they are only suppose to provide heat), and placed herself on top of it. Laying there was a butcher-looking knife most likely used to depart several stubborn ingredients for tonight's potion, but instead it would be used for something else. Still locking eyes with Hermione, Cerise snatched the knife, and, starting with her left foot (with what skin revealed by the sock and shoe), she began to slowly slice away. "Tell me your good deeds little Cerise."

"I help my momma in the kitchen," Cerise began. One slice. "I listen to people talk about their problems." Another slice. "I am polite to everyone." Third slice. Oh, the sound of the blade crawling on human skin, departing nerves, and allowing the crimson life liquid to leak out.

Hermione got onto her hands and knees as Draco laid on his back and began to lick at his lover's clit that peaked with arousal. She moaned with each lick that he applied at the little redden bud. Hermione's knees slid across the dungeon floor causing her clit to sit just above Draco's mouth – she wanted more. Great goblins, she was getting so aroused by Cerise's actions that she was practically pouring into Draco's mouth who licked it up with pleasure. The tormentor cooed out, and found it very hard to keep her eyes locked onto Cerise's until her eyes finally closed once Draco had soon teased her little bud enough that it made Hermione want to shove his whole face into her pussy. He could suffocate for all she cared as long as she got off.

Once the spell broke, Cerise charged towards the door only to find it locked. She panicked, and begun to cry thinking that she was going to die. She froze feeling some sort of dark presence behind her, and slowly turned only to see the twenty-one-year-old Hermione standing with an unpleasant look on her face.

"Stupid bitch. I gave you the chance to live, but you decide to run instead," Hermione spoke, grabbing the red head's hair, and dragged her to the left side of the room. With a simple look, the desk moved out of the way allowing the wall to be free for access. Access for what exactly? Well, shackles with chains sprouted forth from the stone walls, and for a moment remained there until they shot out; attaching themselves onto Cerise's ankles, wrists and other odd parts of her body, forcing the girl to turn upside-down, and become part of the wall. Poor girl started to cry in humiliation. Her pink panties were shown, and a little of her pink bra as well. "You'll pay for trying to escape." Hermione grabbed the butcher knife that had been cast aside like a broken toy, and licked the blade. Yum – delicious, innocent blood. Kissing the knife, Hermione released it, and allowed it to do as she commanded. "Now, for every good deed you have you done a piece of flesh shall be removed depending on how good you were. And this time you will die." It didn't matter if the girl screamed at the top of her lungs; there was a wonderful silence spell set up.

The butchering weapon started at the top with Cerise's feet. Without hesitation that a normal person would have with morals and regulations in tact, the knife had none of these as it stabbed into the human flesh and detached the right foot from the rest of the body. The amputated limb fell down as blood slowly poured out of the opening.

Hermione laughed insanely. Draco approached her from behind, and wrapped his arms around her waist before they moved up to her breasts and squeezed them. Oh how they were wonderfully soft with the nipples hard; they were wonderful play things. Hermione turned her head, and they entered into a heated kiss involving swirling tongues and erupted moans. Ignoring the screaming girl who was now footless and about to be legless, the two lovers continued their passion onto the floor with Hermione on her knees in front of Draco's very large cock. It was a good eight inches long, two inches thick that began to drip delicious pre-cum. Hermione licked at it before taking the cock into her mouth, and started to suck. Draco gripped Hermione's hair tightly while glancing between her who licked his pulsing dick, and the bleeding one.

Cerise continued to cry even as her blood filled her mouth and leaked into her eyes causing her to go blind. All she felt was pain, and had no idea why she was being tormented. That's what Lin-ack thought as well before he too was taken by Death, and soon she too. By now the weapon was about to cut into her spinal cord that would sever her life. In her last moments, she remembered all the good deeds she had done, and smiled at them. Maybe she would be missed, maybe she wouldn't, but the fact was her life was no wasted. This semester, her big sister got married; last month, her mother had given birth to the fifth sibling; this week she had helped a fellow student overcome an obstacle known as life; today, she had a wonderful birthday, and at this hour would be her last. Nobody would notice the smile gracing her bloody face even as her life was taken. Cerise no longer exist in the world of the living. The knife didn't care, and continued to hack away at the human body until eventually there would be nothing left. Even when it had completed its task where Cerise's body parts laid scattered on the floor it wasn't satisfied. Keeping the head intact, it decided to begin chopping at the chest.

While Hermione continued to lick and suck on Draco's hard cock, she was fingering herself with a free hand and moaning onto the male's flesh causing ripples of pleasure to course through him. All this torture and blood aroused her so much that she was dripping onto the floor creating a puddle.

"Goblins Hermione! I want to fuck you so bad," Draco moaned out. He nearly cried in protest when she removed her wonderful wet mouth from his aching member to talk.

"Then fuck me Slytherin Sex God. Fuck me until I can't walk." Dangerous words right there. He gently pushed her onto her back. Her hair sprayed out beautifully underneath her as she spread her legs giving Draco a glamorous view of her wetness. "If you don't fuck me right now I'm going to fuck that corpse over there." Draco's eyes narrowed at the wanton girl who was impatient.

"You are mine. No one will have you especially some rotting corpse." He got onto his knees and bent over the girl, shadowing her from behind. "No one will have you my pretty." He kissed her passionately, whether from internal feelings or lust wasn't known, but he teased her entrance by sliding his cock up and down. She groaned in annoyance, wanting it to plunge deep inside her pussy. Again, the door opened this time to reveal three people – a Slytherin girl, Gryffindor boy and Hufflepuff boy. Hermione and Draco instantly broke the kiss to trap the three into their gaze before any of them could escape. The seventh years were horrified at the gruesome mess, and the Hufflepuff boy nearly screamed out when his foot collided with Linford's head. The door shut and locked itself. "My, my, what new guinea pigs we have."

"I've heard of them. Apparently, the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor have been fighting over the Slytherin girl. I have an excellent idea love." Sadly, Hermione removed herself from underneath Draco, and stood up, staring at the Slytherin girl. The snake-girl was frightened. Under Draco's and Hermione's special gaze the victim or victims could not move on their own accord, but were able to scream, shout and curse as they pleased. By Hermione's command did new chains form, but only two this time as the cuffs snapped around the Slytherin girl's wrists and force her to move to the other side of the room in front of Snape's desk.

"What the hell are you two doing to do with Aeron? Give her back you creeps!" the Hufflepuff boy cursed. That was always the bad part about the house – there was no distinctive trait to set them apart. Hufflepuff House was for the rest of the losers who held nothing special about them. Neither brave, clever or smart – just cowards, lame and stupid.

"We won't touch your pretty little girlfriend if you two do us a favor." Hermione strolled towards the crying girl who tried to scoot away from the woman, but failed as the chains firmly felt her in place. The cuffs were so tight that blood no longer flowed to the hands, and the chains had tightened to the point that movement was nearly impossible. The prisoner could not wiggle free, and most likely have their shoulders dislocated if tried. They held her arms out like an odd sort of T.

"What do you want then?" the Gryffindor lad asked. Brave and bold – just like the house. Hermione smirked.

"To settle the matter of who gets the girl I purpose a dual. The winner gets the girl, and the loser dies," Hermione answered, walking away from the boys to stand behind the girl who tried to move away, but only succeeded in dislocating her left shoulder causing her to cry louder. "You're a shame to your house Aeron. Why the brave Télesphore and stupid Eustace fight for you I do not know." Gryffindor Télesphore and Hufflepuff Eustace looked at each other with worry and regret. Ever since October they had argued over who should be the better part for Aeron, but it got no where. Instead, their disagreement had somehow reached these two adults who had killed two others. If the boys had spent those months on having fun they probably wouldn't be in this situation. Two weapons appeared before them – a steel baseball bat and a two foot long and crude knife that seemed to resemble more of a butcher's knife than anything. Télesphore took the knife while Eustace grabbed the bat. "You may begin whenever you like, but I prefer before the night is out."

The two boys parted as far as they could like in a standard dueling match before turning to face each other. There was no way out of this, and no choice, but to fight even if it meant to hack each other away.

"For Aeron," they whispered in unison to themselves before racing at each other. Their weapons collided before parting. Eustace tried to bash Télesphore's face, but the Gryffindor dodged who in turn tried to dig the blade into his friend's arm, but failed. While the two fought, Hermione finally got what she wanted. In front of Aeron, the Draco was pounding his aching cock into Hermione's tight pussy that swallowed him whole. Aeron continued to cry, and occasionally shouting, 'No', 'Stop it', and 'Enough', but no one listened to her. It was her fault this was happening. Instead of perhaps a quick and painless death (though that itself was doubtful seeing the two bodies), Eustace and Télesphore were killing each other over her. Perhaps it was a Slytherin trait to do whatever to gain what you desired, and so she used the two boys. However, over time it quickly changed, and she grew to love the two boys who loved her back, but she couldn't make up her mind. It was because of her whatever self-important goal that the two were going to die by each other, and soon she would join them.

Télesphore was smacked in the face by the steel bat, but he managed to deeply slice into Eustace's body from shoulder to hip as he fell to the bloody floor.

"My dear friend, what has become of us? Fighting over her?" Télesphore said. Eustace had risen his respective weapon, but paused for a moment, thinking on what Télesphore said. It made sense. They were fighting over a girl who was using them for whatever reason, and even if love blinded him towards her, his deep friendship with Télesphore could not be dissolved that easily. Smiling, he held his hand out for Télesphore to grab. With some help, Télesphore managed to stand up, and stared at the fucking couple.

During Eustace's and Télesphore's fight, Hermione and Draco had resumed their pure lust state, and did so by fucking each others brains out. Hermione was on her hands and knees again, but this time was being penetrated by Draco's thick cock thrusting into her tight pussy. Her hands clinched the floor as pleasure coursed through her happily; her breasts moving back and forth with the motions. Every so often Draco would lean in, and grasp a breast before squeezing it, and pinching the nipple all the while Hermione would moan like a wanton whore. Thanks to future years of Quidditch and plenty of nights of sex, Draco had sufficient stamina to continue pumping into the beautiful woman before him. Her hole was so wet and tight that it dripped onto the floor, and provided for excellent lube.

While Eustace was distracted by the sight, Télesphore gripped his crude knife tightly before lifting it up above his head. Aeron would be his. Eustace turned around at the last moment only to witness his friend about to kill him. His eyes widen, and tried to mumble something, but it was cut short, literally, as Télesphore neatly diagonally cut his friend's head in half leaving only some part of the bottom portion off his jaw in tact. Blood spurted out; some of it splashed onto Télesphore's face. The body stood for a second before collapsing onto the ground sideways. Aeron screamed very loudly, and feared her life would be next. Télesphore stepped towards Aeron who continued to scream. Her eyes focused not on the boy's face, but the weapon still in his hands that was slick with blood – Eustace's blood.

"Aren't you happy Aeron?" Télesphore spoke. He stood in front of her, smiling down at her. "I fought for you. I killed for you. Isn't that what you wanted? Have I proven myself worthy enough for your love?"

"The Télesphore I know wouldn't kill," Aeron finally said. Her breaths came out ragged from all that screaming she'd done. "He wouldn't kill his best friend over a girl."

"It was a necessary cause. If I had stood there talking of friendship and value he would've killed me like I had done to him."

"I don't know if I can love you after that..." That was the wrong thing to say. Without any hesitation, Télesphore took his bloody weapon, and hacked it into Aeron's left shoulder. She screamed out as the the bone was too stubborn to just crack and break until enough force tore it, ligaments, muscle and skin apart. Still attached to a chain, Aeron slid towards her right. When her arm was cut off, blood sprayed onto Draco and a little on Hermione causing the two to moan as the warm liquid carcass their bodies; the rest splattered onto the floor. Aeron's tears ran down her face, and she tried to scoot further away from her attacker, but the chain holding her wrist restrained her.

"Let me help you with that my love." Télesphore swung his blade, and managed to this time create the distance between Aeron's body and whatever body part. She screamed louder and tried to move away still, and managed to succeed only because her right hand hung limp on the cuff.

"Let me go please Télesphore! Let me go! I'm sorry for everything that I have done!" She stumbled behind Professor Snape's desk, but fell down, and tried to scoot away via her butt, but using only her handless right arm was proven to be difficult. Télesphore glared down at her as he lazily swung his choice of weapon by his side.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it this time Aeron. You're going to pay for what you have done. Goodbye, my love." Although Draco and Hermione couldn't see it, they knew exactly what had happened. For the last time, Aeron screamed, and was silence by the knife that sunk deep into her cranium. She stared in horror up at Télesphore and managed to blink before going completely limp against it. Télesphore removed the knife, and for a moment stared at the body that collapsed onto the floor. There was nothing left for him now. He had murdered his best friend and girlfriend for all the wrong reasons. If anyone found out he would surely head to Azkaban. There was no future left for him. That moment, he sought Death, and stared down at the blade in his hands. A quick escape instead of an insane one.

"Do you wish to die?" a voice called to him. Télesphore nodded his head as a few tears escaped his eyes. He shouldn't even be allowed to weep for the people he had killed – the people he was so close to. The body belonging to the voice was invisible, but he could feel its presence near him. "I will grant you that wish. In return, you'll become my furniture." Télesphore nodded again. "Thus, a Witch's Contract is signed." Télesphore felt himself die (if that's what dying felt like). He felt his own weapon stab itself into his heart cutting off the connection between soul and body. Then, everything was darkness. His body never hit the floor. Instead, it shrunk into a tiny object resembling a chess piece before it disappeared. The invisible person glanced behind, and simply waved its still smoking pipe once more to undo a previous spell. Hermione's fang scars reappeared. It thought the idea of hiding them during this performance would perhaps seem more . . . romantic? The person couldn't help, but chuckle at its irony. It returned to its seat on the front part of Snape's desk, and presumed its watching.

Hermione and Draco had moved themselves to the center of the room where Eustace's nearly headless body laid dripping out blood. Hermione now laid on her back, hair soaked in the liquid, with her butt up slightly at an angle that allowed Draco to ram deeper into her. He tightly squeezed her ass cheek, and slapped it a few times. She moaned wonderfully, her breasts bouncing deliciously that begged to be touched, sucked and even pinched. She would change her hand positions from clinching the floor to clawing Draco's back now smeared in blood. For whatever odd reason, the tortures, blood and death excited them to no end. They were nearing the end however. Draco could feel it in his loins.

Suddenly, something appeared around them. It was long and green; large and deadly. Slytherin smiled happily as he felt the blood beneath his scales, and sense the death hanging in the air like a bad omen. He stared down at Hermione and Draco as they ignored him, and persisted with their human need. Without any verbal exchange, Slytherin moved himself behind Draco and waited, but not too long to execute his plan.

The two were nearly towards their climax. Draco thrust in faster, his grip on Hermione's ass and hips tightened, and would no doubt later leave some bruises. Hermione had never felt anything like this – it was the greatest sensation she ever felt! She guessed it resembled somewhat of a high when smoking weed. Her whole body tingled, face hot and red while her pussy begged for more cock. There was this odd feeling that had been rising up in her the whole time during this involvement, and it was about to reach its peak. Her hands returned to his back with her nails digging into his skin and legs tightly wrapped around his hips.

"Don't stop," she begged. "If you fuckin' stop I'll kill you!" Then, it hit. It seemed everything in Hermione's body halted at that moment as pleasure ripped through her entire being, and brought pleasure to a whole new level. This feeling . . . shook her entire being until finally it released very pleasant feelings. She relinquished her hold on Draco who was a second behind her. He pulled out, and as he sprayed Hermione with his cum, he felt something stab his body. Draco turned his head only to see Slytherin biting into his body. You would think his pleasure-high was lost, but in fact it intensified. Draco felt the poison seep into his bloodstream, and his soul darken. A curl of a smile grace his lips. Oh yes, it felt good, wonderful, addicting, but more importantly...

"Right. It feels as though something has been missing from me," he whispered. Hermione leaned up, and kissed him softly on the lips. After a few seconds, she pulled away.

"Welcome to the dark side, Draco Malfoy." Then, he fell into a deep slumber. Slytherin removed himself from Draco who fell into Hermione's arms.

"My little lion, return to your room. I will take care of him," Slytherin commanded.

"Yes Master."

~.~.~.~"Do you understand?"~.~.~.~

Oh dear, he was late. Severus Snape, was late to the little study group of seventh years that had requested it. To be honest, it shocked him, but if to help them pass their N.E.W.T.s Snape was more than happy despite his outer appearance. It turns out, out of the two Hufflepuffs, two Gryffindors, one Slytherin and one Ravenclaw that needed help, all they needed was a change of teaching method. They had excelled these past few weeks, and tonight would be their last one in order to enjoy the holidays before the start of next term.

However, it wasn't himself that had kept him from the study group. It had been a teachers meeting regarding the Yule Ball, and such other nonsense. Dumbledore had ranted on about something, but because he was the Headmaster, Snape had to listen even though he wanted to drown out the man's cheerful voice.

Snape turned down the corridor towards his office and potions room, and saw Gryffindor Lane standing there trying to open the door. In order to access the locked room, and prevent any trickster students (namely Gryffindors themselves) from pranking the rooms that laid behind, Snape had found an interesting spell. It enabled the user to lock a door, cabinet, desk, etc., and only those who knew the password could enter – much like the House houses and Dumbledore's office. The Gryffindor girl turned around, and saw the teacher.

"Professor Snape, the door won't open even with the password. It was 'Naples Apples' right?" Lane questioned.

"How long have you been here?" the professor asked.

"Only about five, ten minutes maxed."

"Have you knocked?"

"Yes, Sir. No one has answered. In fact, the only thing I could hear is what sounded like a fire." By now he stood next to the student.

"Very odd. Let us see what everyone else is up too. Are they in there?"

"I don't know Sir. I was late. A few of us had thrown Cerise a birthday party, and it took longer than expected to clean up."

"I see. Very well then, let us see what they are up to." Snape removed his wand from its hiding place (in his pocket), and simply tapped the doorknob twice. "Naples Apples." A lock was heard to unlock itself. The door slowly opened, but what was set before them would haunt them from a good night's dream. Of course, the door was unable to open all the way, but perhaps that was a good thing. In front of them, two bodies were scattered about, blood oozing out of their respective places. One was chopped up so much it was a wonder that it belonged it a human with only the head as evidence. It was an adorable red head with a smile on her face.

"Cerise!" Lane's scream ranged out throughout the whole castle, awakening enough students to cause a stir. Several teachers awoken from their secret bedchambers, and dressed hurriedly to discover what was the source of that scream.

"My god." Snape wasn't staring at the bodies. Instead, he stared at the beautiful blond woman with piercing blue eyes sitting on his desk with a smirk on her face, and a smoking pipe in her right hand.

"It's been a long time, Severus Snape," she greeted.

Author's Note: I think those Korean horror movies, Higurashi and Umineko have finally gotten to me. Tell me what you guys think of it! Sorry it took so long to write it! I was being picky about the deaths lol No idea if I'm going to keep it a Hermione/Voldemort story. Might change it. Any suggestions?