Serpentine Romeo
By Black Rapture
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, places, and objects belong to Warner Brothers and her majesty J.K. Rowling, Queen of All Literature. (King, of course, being J.R.R. Tolkien! Oh yeah, Legolas is a hottie!)
Warning: The story is now rated R thanks to this chapter. If sex isn't your thing, you may not want to continue.
I'm standing on a bridge
I'm waitin in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound
Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
Iake me somewhere new
I dont know who you are
But I... I'm with you
- I'm With You, Avril Lavigne
Chapter Seven - I'm With You
Draco awoke before Hermione, and, thanks to her, was only slightly sore. He thought about the night before and wondered whether or not Hermione was right. Should he go to Dumbledore? What if Lucius found out? He'd be dead.
But he knew that Hermione would never want a relationship with him as long as he was a Death Eater. So the choice was simple, really. He cared more about Hermione than he did about what happened to him. Dressing quickly, Draco quietly left his dorm and headed to the statue he knew hid the stairwell to Dumbledore's office.
As he stood there, Draco realized that he didn't know the password. As he was racking his brain, the gargoyle moved aside of it's own accord, revealing a stone staircase. Draco stepped on and rode up to Dumbledore's door. He knocked.
"Come in." A familiar voice answered. Draco turned the knob and walked in.
"I had a feeling you'd be coming to see me, Draco." Dumbledore eyes twinkled behind his half-moon glasses.
"Then is there even a reason to say why I'm here, sir?" Draco asked.
"Sit down, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore motioned to a plush armchair in front of his desk. Draco sat.
"Sir, I know I have no right to ask for your help, but-" Draco started.
"Everyone deserves a second chance, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore smiled kindly.
"If you say so, sir."
"Tell me what happened, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore suggested. Draco nodded.
"Last night, I got an owl from my father. It said to meet him on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. I did. We took a portkey to - well, I don't actually know where it was." Draco admitted. Dumbledore didn't say anything, so he continued, "Voldemort was there. My father told me I was finally being initiated. It was kind-of a blur after that - there was just pain, lots of pain. Cruciatus probably, and then the mark." Draco pulled up his sleeve, revealing the slightly faded scar of the serpent and skull.
Dumbledore sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers under his chin. He didn't speak for a long while.
"Um - sir?" Draco mumbled. Dumbledore looked back up at him and smiled.
"You have a choice, Mr. Malfoy."
"Yes, sir?"
"There's no way to completely erase the fact that you are and always will be a Death Eater. But redemption is possible."
"Sir?"
"You can leave this office right now and forget any of this happened. Live your life as a true servant of Voldemort."
"That's not high on the list."
"Or, you can become a spy. I will trust you, take you under my wing. You can help others through your mistake." Dumbledore's eyes seemed to look into his very soul.
"I don't know, sir."
"I will, of course, give you time to decide. Go now, Mr. Malfoy. If you do not return, I will draw my own conclusion." Dumbledore gestured towards the door. Draco nodded, and shut the door behind him.
When he returned to the common room, Hermione was reading on the couch. She looked up.
"How do you feel?" She asked. Draco shrugged.
"Fine."
"Where've you been?"
"I went to see Dumbledore."
"And?"
"Basically, I can be loyal to Voldemort or be a spy for Dumbledore."
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"Have you decided?" Hermione asked, her mind racing at the thought that he might actually want to be a servant of the Dark Lord.
"Have I decided, in the last five minutes, what I want to do with the rest of my life?" Draco asked.
"Well, when you put it like that." Hermione sighed.
"Hermione, I know what I have to do to keep you."
"You don't have to do anything."
"Would you still be with me if I was a Death Eater?"
"Yes." She whispered. Draco looked up, an unidentifiable emotion in his eyes.
"Why? Why would you risk everything just to be with me? I'm everything you've been taught to hate."
"I love you, Draco. I love you. That's all that matters." Hermione shrugged her shoulders. Draco placed a hand under her chin and tilted it up.
"I love you, Hermione." He confessed against her lips before capturing them in a deadly sweet kiss.
And Hermione was helpless. She melted into him like caramel. But then she snapped back to reality. Or did she? Sweet, bookworm Hermione didn't. The other side did. The side that made her love Draco Malfoy so completely, so absolutely, that any argument was futile.
"Draco." Hermione whispered. He looked up. She smirked and sauntered off towards his bedroom. Eyebrow raised, Draco followed.
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As he shut the door behind him, Draco had to wonder where his innocent little Gryffindor had gone. Turning around, he witnessed Hermione lying sideways on his bed; head propped up on her elbow. Draco crawled onto the bed next to her, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"My, my, my. Where did my little lioness go?" Draco teased.
"She bolted. As soon as she met my slytherin serpent." Hermione grabbed him by his green and silver-striped tie and pulled his mouth to hers, falling back onto his black, silk sheets.
Hermione proved to be very impatient, discarding his robes and shirt with surprising speed. As she reached for his belt buckle, Draco snatched her wrists. Reaching for his wand, Draco whispered inaudibly and Hermione found her hands bound to his headboard.
"Honestly, Draco, all you had to do was ask." She smirked.
Kissing her neck, Draco unbuttoned her blouse and slowly slid it off her shoulders. Hermione kicked off her shoes and Draco moved down her legs to remove her socks. Coming back up, Draco allowed his hands to wander under her skirt, slipping her knickers down her thighs and onto the floor.
Draco laughed as Hermione began to wriggle. His tongue trailed up her stomach, his fingers unhooking her bra from behind. Tossing it aside, Draco took one of them into his mouth, causing Hermione to convulse. Draco continued his activities as he pushed a finger into her. She sucked in her breath and writhed beneath him. To her surprise, he climbed off her.
"What are you doing?" Hermione pouted. Draco smiled, taking off everything but his boxers.
"Sorry, love. I was getting a bit constricted."
"Think you could let me go now?" Hermione suggested.
"If you insist." Draco shrugged, and untied her with a flick of his wrist. She sprang up and knocked him to the floor, placing her legs on either side of him. Hermione unclasped her skirt and threw it to the side, leaving her very much exposed on top of Draco. She slid of him enough to get his boxers off, before slamming down onto him. Draco choked in shock as she lifted up and pushed him into her again and again. He eventually regained his ability to think and began to lift up to meet her thrusts.
Hermione climaxed as she felt Draco spilling into her, rolling off of him to lie on the thick, forest green carpet.
"Wow." Draco sighed, "You sure you've never done that before?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure." Hermione laughed.
"So I guess I'm a spy."
"Y'know, Mr. Malfoy, that's a bit of a turn-on."
"Yeah?"
"Mhmm." Hermione kissed him passionately before getting up and heading to the bathroom.
"Where are you going?"
"Shower." Hermione answered, pausing in the doorway, "Coming?" Draco didn't hesitate before getting up and following after her.