Snake Charmer : Chapter 29

Hermione Granger

Draco left the audience with the Dark Lord none the worse for wear. He'd sworn all of his allegiance – and though the old snake had taken a look around his head, he hadn't seen anything of importance. It helped, of course, that he'd deposited a generous sum into his Aunt's coffers for the Snake's use.

He returned to the Mansion and threw his mask and cloak to Barley, the new Head Elf of the estate. Barley winked upstairs and placed His Master's things where they belonged before returning to his side.

He waited while Draco made himself comfortable in the lounge, sipping afternoon tea and eating rich little morsels the kitchen elves had prepared. When he seemed sated – Barley bent low in front of him and waited.

"Yes, Barley?"

"The snoopy Ministry Wizards was here, they was. Looking all abouts. Took Master Lucius away."

"Naturally. And?"

"They is requesting Master Draco to give statement – sneaky Aurors is. I tells them you is wishings to be alone and mournings your family loss in peace. They says two days they see you in Ministry office."

Draco sighed. "I suppose I can't put them off longer than that. Did you give them any kind of information? Did they ask the elves any questions?"

"No, sirs. We is invisibles to them."

Draco snorted. "Idiots. They are so incredibly stupid. If not for your natural inclination to serve us – we'd be nothing but dirt under your heel."

Barley wisely held his tongue.

Draco stood. "Very well. You have done the Malfoy family a great service – one I shan't forget. I shall banish Mishy and Diniko as you have requested. Rest assured, Barley, your position of Head Elf is safe and secure – from now until your passing. And as agreed, you may choose replacements as you see fit."

Barley beamed with pride and his ears wiggled uncontrollably. He was finally getting rid of that schemer Diniko and that nasty little trash Mishy. It was worth the punishment he and all the elves took to their backsides for allowing kind Master Draco to kill Master Lucius.

Draco left the lounge and headed upstairs to his newly chosen boudoir – it was the real Master suite of the Mansion – one that Lucius had hated. It was spacious without being ostentatious – the coffered ceiling was much like Hogwart's – and with a single thought, Draco changed the ominous night storm into midday sunshine, complete with a hazy blue sky and dotted clouds moving lazily along. This room overlooked the Ladies' garden, and Narcissa had kept it resplendent. Draco had installed a miniature library here in the sitting room, doing away with the formal couches that had previously taken up residence. He replaced them with much smaller rich chocolate leather recliners, and a chaise in front of the fireplace, perfect for reading. He'd kept the large antique desk. It suited his purpose nicely.

The carpet was a dark gold color, and the walls were painted a midnight blue. Draco had chosen new airy linen curtains to replace the heavy velvet ones that framed the French door and windows behind his desk. He'd instructed the elves to remove the door that had separated the sleeping chamber with this antechamber and it now had a nice flow. He could see into the bedroom and paused to admire the four poster custom made bed. It was a marvel to behold, with carvings that were magically enchanted to move, that featured all of his favorite dragon species. The bed held the most sumptuous pillows, rich fabrics, and the satin sheets that he loved. Antique gold sconces bathed the room in romantic lighting. He couldn't wait to get Granger into his bed.

Barley interrupted before he could take that thought any further.

"Master – you is having a visitor – Missy Parkinson."

Draco rolled his eyes and sighed. "You may bring her up here."

Barley nodded and winked out.

Draco crossed the room to sit behind the desk, placing his feet up on the corner.

Pansy walked in, escorted by Barley.

"You may go, Barely."

And just like that, Pansy and Draco were alone.

"I'm sorry to hear about your Father," she began.

He waved his hand. "No, you're not. What do you want?"

Pansy huffed quietly. "I merely was coming over to do the proper thing and give my family's condolences…"

"Shut up."

Pansy shut her mouth and looked surprised.

Draco let his eyes wander up and down her body calculatively. "You'll do," he murmured.

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

"Come here, Pansy."

She walked forward dutifully but with a worried expression on her face.

Draco pulled his legs down off the table and unzipped his trousers.

Pansy went wide-eyed. "Draco – I'm uh…"

"I don't care. You're not showing. Suck me."

Pansy licked her lips. "You really want me to?"

"Suck my cock or get out."

Pansy knelt in front of him. He pulled out his engorged member and Pansy opened her mouth. She knew exactly how he liked it. He smiled, thinking about the first time he'd pulled her into an alcove in the dungeons and made her into a dirty slut. It was third year, and right after Granger had punched him. His cock had been unbearably swollen and on the way to his bedroom where he could wank in peace, he'd run into Parkinson. He knew she had a crush on him. She did everything he asked, whenever he wanted, no matter who she was with, all through school. And apparently, even though she'd gotten herself knocked up, she was still enough of a slut to swallow his dick.

He pulled her hair to stop her right before he came. He didn't want Parkinson – he wanted Granger. He still had plenty of Polyjuice to make it happen.

"I'm going to fuck you," he told the girl at his feet, "but not until you drink this."

She took the bottle into her hands and narrowed her eyes. "You want to fuck someone else and you're just using me…"

"Just like always, Pansy. You want my hard dick in you, I know you do. You're so wet, I can smell it. Drink this down and I will fuck you like no one has ever fucked you before."

"Who is it?" she whispered, holding the bottle.

Draco smirked. "Does it matter?"

Pansy sighed and drank the contents.

And there she was – the woman he'd been lusting after for years.

Draco pulled her to her feet and crushed her lips to his. "You're so fucking beautiful."

He pulled her into his bedroom but stopped at the wardrobe and pulled out a Gryffindor uniform.

Pansy rolled her eyes but put it on, even the white knickers.

Draco positioned her how he wanted her on the bed, legs spread wide, her wet pussy visible through the white cloth of her knickers. He kissed his way up her thighs until he was between her legs and suckled on her flesh through the material. He loved seeing the skirt all bunched up around her hips, and her sweet cunt so close.

Pansy cried out and Draco put a silencing spell on her. He didn't want to hear Parkinson's grunts.

Draco vanished the knickers and her forbidden sex was open to him. He spent an indeterminate amount of time down there, sucking on her clit, licking her sweet juices up and down, playing with the tiny star of her arsehole. He marked her inner thighs with his mouth, leaving bruises behind – because she belonged to him.

All the while his cock was straining – ready to burst. He climbed up her body like an animal, tearing the white shirt open, sending buttons flying in all directions. He tore the front of her bra wide open and bit each of her tits. He then claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss and placed the tip of his cock against her wet pussy.

"Mine," he growled as he pierced her flesh and shoved his cock deep inside.

Her pussy clamped down on his dick, shuddering and he held himself perfectly still, trying hard not to come just yet. When her orgasm stopped, Draco looped her legs around him and pounded deep and hard, staring into her face.

"I've wanted you so fucking long you stupid slag – you stupid cunt. All this time you could have had me fucking you like this," he pounded her as hard and fast as he could for emphasis.

Hermione's mouth was open and screaming silently as her head was thrown back. Draco bit her neck again and again until she was bloody and when he tasted that dirty blood he exploded inside her.

He reluctantly pulled his rapidly deflating cock out of her and pulled the silencing spell.

"Fuck – Draco. Were you trying to kill me with your cock or what?"

He snorted and rolled off of her. "Something like that."

"I don't know if I liked that or not," Pansy said.

"You loved it," Draco said smirking.

"Fuck you," she said quietly.

She pulled herself slowly from the bed and made her way into the loo.

She shrieked when she saw her reflection. "Hermione Granger! What the fuck?"

Draco smiled – not caring. Pansy wouldn't remember a minute of this.