A/N: Hi all. Here is part three that you all asked for. Hope you all like it as much as you seemed to like the other two. Just FYI, this gets kinda dirty, so if you're not over 18...what are you doing reading any of this? Lol.

This chapter isn't beta'd, but my new beta is working on catching up on what's been posted, so it will be eventually. =)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything pertaining to Harry Potter. I only write it for free, fun, and cause the thoughts won't go away otherwise. Lol.

The Serpent and the Mudblood

Part Three:

When she'd left the Ministry, after deciding to take the position as Lucius' jailor and protector in one, she'd gone for that much needed drink, as soon as she could. She knew it would take a few hours to get everything handled, and then, the Aurors would be taking him home, checking the residence out personally to insure it was safe. Plus, adding in their wards so he couldn't leave. Whether by floo, by foot, or by apparation should someone try to help him escape

Kingsley had stopped her only halfway down the hall as she'd gone to leave. Informing her of a few things before she ran off. Letting her know that while she could come and go from Malfoy Manor as she pleased, he needed her there, more than gone. So she could run errands, visit her friends and what not. But, at least at first, he would need her to stick close.

The threats of attack were more likely in the beginning, than later on. If she needed a break longer than an hour or so, he could arrange for an Auror to stand guard for a few hours or even a few days at a time, now and again.

Hermione had nodded, not saying anything. But then Kings told her more. There would not only be wards placed on the Manor, but herself as well. For her safety, of course.

Lucius would not be allowed to touch her wand, even on accident. If he did, Aurors would be alerted immediately and arriving in moments. With the orders to shoot spells first and ask questions later. Even if only defensive spells to stop him.

If he hurt her in any way that was in anger or meant to do serious harm, he would be receive a jolt so bad that it would send him into paralyzing spasms, not unlike the Cruciatus Curse. Aurors would again be alerted and sent to the manor directly. He would get a warning jolt, much more mild in comparison, if he grabbed her while angry or with any kind of harmful intent in mind. Mostly just a light stinging pulsing through him. But if he raised his hand to strike her, or even tried to choke her it would send the full hex through him.

Even if he used something else to try and harm her. Door, bat, knife. Didn't matter, harmful intent was all that was needed. Lucius would be verbally warned up front, of course.

But if he did touch her for any other reason, then nothing would happen. Catching her should she fall, helping her to stand if needed, even just a handshake would be fine. Anything not mean to hurt her was allowed.

Accidents were a gray area. If he banged her with a door, not knowing she was standing behind it, then only a mild warning at most would hit him. Though Kingsley doubted it would even do that much. Again, it was all about intent.

She followed him when he indicated that she should, allowed the Aurors to place the needs spells over her and her wand. For her safety, of course, they reminded her a second time.

When it was all done, she quickly left. Stopping and having that drink, before going to see Harry. She needed to let him know what was going on. Well...part of it. She had no intention of telling him that she had shagged Lucius Malfoy and...might do so again. Depending on how that talk of theirs went.

The news of her assignment, hadn't gone over well either. Especially since Ron had shown up half way through and exploded over it all when he learned exactly what was going on. Ranting about Hermione placing the Ministry above him, once again.

She tried to be patient, she tried to be kind about it. But Ron wasn't listening. Finally, at the end of her rope, she had started yelling. Telling him that she wasn't placing the Ministry above him, she did care about him, but as a friend and that was it.

Ron simply glared and said she was just having cold feet and how it was natural and normal. Only serving to piss her off again, as she rolled her eyes. But he didn't let her explain any further before he apparated away.

She needed another drink after that. Sharing a fire-whiskey with Harry as she explained more. But she was still pissed at Ronald. Even more so, when Harry tried to explain Ron's action. Seeming to take his side, in a small way, with defending his redheaded friend. Though he just wanted both of his friends happy.

Even more pissed off, Hermione had gotten up, and with a bit of a snarky goodbye, she'd floo'd to the manor. Arriving in a sitting room a few hours after leaving the Ministry, she started pacing back and forth, mumbling to herself and cursing.

Her anger growing the more she walked and talked to herself. "Damn, stupid bloody prat. Doesn't listen to a word I say. Thinks everything I do or say is revolved around him. Bleeding sod. A have a life too, one that he doesn't seem to understand doesn't involve him. The daft wanker. Not like he thinks it should. Talking to him is like beating my head against a brick wall. Lousy prick. Its does me no good, and only leaves me with a damn headache. Stupid son of a..."

A soft voice interrupted her mumble-filled anger as she paced. "As entertaining as watching you rant is...I can't help but wonder who you're angry at now. Is it still at our illustrious Minister?"

Her head turned, and saw Lucius leaning against the open doorway, arms crossed with an amused look on his face. His outer robes were gone, but he was still dressed in his black slacks and vest. "No, though he's still on that list too. I can't believe he threatened to pull rank with me. Damn jerk."

Lucius sighed. "I hadn't intended to get you off topic and started ranting on someone new. So why not have a seat before you wear a line into my carpet with your pacing, and tell me who has put your knickers in a twist now."

Hermione frowned at him. Why would he care? She wondered. But at his raised brow, she sighed and took a seat. Surprised when he moved off the door jamb and poured them both a drink.

Taking the one he handed her, she watched him sit on the same sofa as her, just on the opposite side. After taking a sip, he spoke. "Are you planning on speaking any time soon? I'm not getting any younger."

Hermione sighed again and took a drink herself. Letting it warm her, even as she paused to admit the tumbler he handed her, tasted much better than what she'd drank at Harry's. "I stopped off for a drink, like I'd planned on before going to the Ministry today, then popped in to see Harry. I explained a bit of what my new assignment was, but...bloody Ronald and his bloody temper interrupted. Daft git doesn't get it and no matter what I say, he...he...well..still doesn't get it."

Lucius smirked slightly at her agitation. "Get what, my dear?"

Hermione rubbed a hand over her face. "I...I don't want to marry him!"

Both of Lucius' brows shot up. "I wasn't aware you were engaged." Feeling a touch of anger. She is engaged to Weasley and shagged me earlier? It put a bit of a damper on his view of her, he hadn't thought that she was the type to cheat.

Hermione sighed. "We're not."

Lucius frowned, confused. "You're going to have to explain that one, my dear. Why would he think you're going to marry him, if you're not engaged?"

Hermione shifted to face him better, not thinking that with meeting his gaze directly, she was giving him a clear pathway to peek into her mind. Which he did, without even a hint of hesitation.

"We were never formally engaged. Ron never really asked, but it was assumed that we would marry. Then...Kingsley came, asking us all to help him locate all the Death Eaters that were missing, you included. The boys...declined. But I didn't, as you well know. Ron was angry and broke things off. I was..."

Lucius smirked. "Relieved." Seeing it all in her mind. Seeing not only her hurt at redhead's harsh words, but seeing her sigh of relief after he left. Saw she was glad she wouldn't be forced into something she didn't want.

Hermione nodded, not really thinking about his answer or how he came to his conclusion. "Yes, but...he came back and tried talking me into us getting together again. He didn't seem to understand what I told him, that it was probably better as it was. Us being friends only, but...he kept pushing. I'm not even sure what part of what I told him made him think that I'd be more receptive after I found you. But that was what he thought after our talk."

Lucius tilted his head. "How did I miss him being at your flat?"

Hermione frowned slightly. "Well, before I hung the portrait up...he didn't visit my flat. Others did every so often, but not him. We'd meet up at Harry's or at the Burrow usually. It wasn't purposefully, it just kind of worked out that way. After the picture went up, he started to come by to talk, upset usually, and..."

She went to look away, but he moved closer to her, grasping her chin and making her look at him. Having seen a hint of something that made him want to look deeper into her mind, but her turning away stopped him from seeing it all.

She sighed. "He always managed to drop by after I'd already covered the portrait and fully silenced it. If I knew he was coming...I'd do it early. Placing a spell so he didn't know what it was or even notice it hanging there."

Lucius' eyes narrowed at what he saw in her eyes, in her mind. "You were sleeping with him still, when he came your flat."

Hermione sighed and closed her eyes, but his next words had them popping open, startled at what he knew. Lucius tilted his head. "You were giving him pity fucks when he was overly upset and you didn't even enjoy them."

She jerked her head out of his hand, eyes snapping in anger. "Stop it. Stop looking into my head. What's in it, isn't yours for the taking whenever you please."

She went to stand, glaring at him. "What I do, isn't your business. What I did or my reasons for them, doesn't concern you and I'll thank you to keep your nose out of it."

She went to storm out of the room, but he caught her before she even took two steps. Lucius was smirking. "Actually, my dear, what you do is my business, whether you like it or not. You started this and you will deal with the ramifications of your actions." His arm slipping around her waist and pulling her to him so she couldn't escape.

She struggled in his arms, wondering why the spell to keep his hands off of her like this wasn't working. "I tried to back out of me being here, remember? You didn't want me to, so you started it, not me."

He chuckled softly. "My dear, you started it by choosing me to hunt at all. You didn't have to pick me, I saw it in your mind. You wanted to find me, to...what was it...bring me to justice. You just got more than you bargained for."

She glared even more, but her struggles ceased with her realizing he wasn't trying to harm her, or even had ill intent with his holding her, so he wasn't violating anything to make the spell work on him.

He went on when she stopped trying to get free of him. "You started this downward spiral that put you where you are now, all on your own. By taking my portrait. You didn't need it. You wanted it. You hung it in your bedroom. You spoke to me all those times. You let me see your deliciously naked body. You are the one who put on the show for me to watch as you moaned out in pleasure. You are the one who stripped me bare and shagged me, all while I said no. You, my pretty Mudblood, started it all."

Her breathing was ragged in her anger as she looked up at him, but he leaned down until they were almost nose to nose. "I don't share either, my dear. So yes, it is my business who you allow use of your delectable little body."

She opened her mouth to argue, but his mouth on hers silenced her. His tongue plunging in and taking full access of her parted lips. Dueling his tongue with hers, as he turned her and steered her towards the sofa. Her arms found his neck, as his hands slid down her back and grabbed her rear.

Her rear that, even as he insulted it in her flat, he'd itched to run his hands over. It wasn't too big, nor did it have any dimples, unsightly or otherwise. It was beautifully shaped and, as he found, it fit his hands perfectly. Just as he knew it would when he'd first seen it.

Hermione found them suddenly lying on his leather couch, and broke the kiss. "Wait, we need to talk before we do...anything."

Lucius found her blouse and sent the buttons flying on it again. "No."

His mouth found her neck, making her gasp when his teeth scraped along the tender skin. His hands snapping the narrow strap holding the cups of her bra together and snapped it, freeing her breasts for his awaiting hands.

She moaned when his mouth closed over one of her breasts and his tongue laved her nipple, before his teeth nipped at it. "Lucius...we need to talk about this."

He sucked on her breast hard and long, making her cry out, before letting it go with a soft pop. "I think not, my dear." Moving onto the other pouting nipple.

Heat was rippling through her, her belly twisting and clenching as he suckled at her. Like a man dying of thirst and her breast could provide the only refreshment he needed. It had her body arching into him as he did so. Not even realizing he was pulling her skirt off as he distracted her with tasting her breasts.

It was feeling her knickers tearing as he ripped them from her that sobered her. "Lucius, stop." She called out on a slight moan as his fingers grazed over the top of her mound.

He nipped at her neck again, as he found her moist nub. "Oh no, my dear little witch. You took me against my wishes and now...its my turn to do the same. Willing or not, I'm having you. This time, the way I want you. Flat on your back and begging for mercy."

She gasped as his fingers raced over her hidden jewel. "But...you wanted me. I knew you did. That's the only reason..." She moaned out. "...I did what I did. I wouldn't have touched you without your consent otherwise." She gasped as he added more pressure to his touch, making her hips squirm as she felt her release coming.

Her squirms were only making his desire to have her worse. "That's where we differ, my sweet. I would have spread you wide and fucked you, regardless of you really wanting me to or not. Which is exactly what I plan on doing now. You're just lucky that you do want me."

With just the right amount of pressure added in, she went falling over the edge. Bucking her hips as she cried out. Lucius took that moment to slither down her body. His tongue tracing a line down her chest and belly as he went.

Vision blurry with her orgasm, it took her a second to recover, and she barely had, when his mouth latched on to her moist center. Tasting every drop of her release and still using his tongue to create more.

She was squirming again, but his hands found her hips and held her still, his fingers digging into her thighs to keep them open. She was panting out, her head pressing back into the cushion as she moaned out more and more.

His teeth bit very softly onto her tiny gem, and she screamed out as electric shocks went flying up and down her spine while her whole body convulsed in her orgasm. Lucius came back up, his hand waving to rid himself of his clothes. One of the few wandless spells he could cast with the wards binding his magic.

Grooming spells were easy wandless, its how he always stayed so impeccably groomed at all times. Even while a prisoner at the Ministry, and awaiting his trial.

His body throbbing with need, his eyes pierced hers as he settled between her spread legs. His hand under her left thigh, as he wrapped her right one around his waist. "Mmmm, so sweet, my little Mudblood. I could taste you for hours, and I just might later."

She opened her mouth to tell him to stop calling her that. But he took that moment to drive himself into her. Making her words turn into a full gasp, as her eyes widened at the mixture of pain and pleasure at the fast and hard way he entered her. Only he didn't give her time to adjust either, as he started thrusting over and over again.

She winced softly at his hard strokes, but he didn't ease up at all. His voice was harsh as he continued to ride her deeply. "That's right, witch. Take me, all of me. You wanted me and now you'll know what it means to really have me by the time we're done here."

Hermione could only hold on as her body quickly adjusted to him and was only feeling the deep pleasure of him moving inside her. Her arms around him, as her nails dug into his pale skin.

He took her thoroughly, almost brutally at times with how hard he slammed himself into her again and again. But damn if he didn't make her scream in pure sinful bliss with each explosive orgasm he gave her.

His words were dark and painted a vivid picture as he did so, but they only inflamed her more. His own sounds of deep pleasure as he pounded into her, only had her blood roaring inside her more too. The way he took her, made what she did to him at the Ministry, look like a simple and innocent encounter in comparison. She had shagged him, but he all but possessed her.

When he finally detonated inside her, it was with a harsh shout of his own. It wasn't long before he was ready and moving inside her again either. Not even having moved off of her between the long and intense rounds. Instead, he just snogged her rather passionately when they could breath normally again, which was partly how he was ready so quickly. Though, she was more than ready for him too.

Her mouth moving with his, she met him thrust for thrust. Her legs locked around him and her arms pulled him tighter to her. It only increased Lucius' lust at how well she was taking all that he gave her, how much she gave back in return. Her own lust matching his as she cried out for more. More was exactly what he gave her too. Gladly.

They must have shagged at least three times on his sofa before he picked her up, her too weary to actually walk on her own at that point, and carried her upstairs to his bed.

There, he didn't do anything, but show her more of his deep pounding appetite for her. But she figured he had many years of pure unadulterated lust to work off. Lust that had been building in him and was never fully satisfied, no matter what he might have done while hiding out.

Finally, they were too exhausted to do anything more, either of them. She summoned her wand and weakly cast a cleansing spell on them both before she fell into a deep and utterly worn out slumber.

She didn't even manage to pull the covers over her tired and aching body first before she was sound asleep. Though Lucius did, with a soft and weak chuckle at seeing just how completely drained she was.

Oh yes, my pretty Mudblood. I think you realize what it means to be mine now. Understand the kind of demands I tend to make on my women. I'm surprised you lasted as long as you did, though. Which only has me anxious to see what you can really take after your body fully adjusts to me. He thought, before he too slipped into an exhausted sleep, his arm over her waist in a slightly possessive gesture.

She'd been sore as hell the next day. But with a greedily drank potion to heal any damage with Lucius' enthusiasm, she was alright again. Shortly afterward, she found herself pinned to the wall of his shower, as he showed her what kind of mood he normally woke in most mornings. Needless to say the water ran cold before he was finished with her.

He didn't let her out of bed the first few days for anything other than using the loo and bathing. Though, he did tend to join her when she went to get cleaned up.

All of their meals were prepared by the elves that were still in his house, and ate while in bed. She gave up trying to dress after he ripped or shredded her third shirt and pair of knickers off of her. Which had been his point all along.

She lost count of the number of potions she went through to be able to keep up with him. But she couldn't find it in herself to complain even the tiniest bit. He made up for any pain or discomfort, by giving her the most sinfully decadent pleasure she'd ever known.

He even let her set the pace sometimes. Let her ease them into things, instead of just starting at full speed like he did most times. She found herself flipped, spread, and bent in so many ways and into so many positions, she didn't know how something didn't snap or rip inside her.

The one thing she did have to give him credit for though, was that if he did hurt her, always unintentionally when it happened, he made her sure she was alright before going any further. Even if that meant stopping to let her take a potion to heal her. If she didn't like something he did, he shrugged and moved on to something else.

They still hadn't gotten around to that conversation. If she brought it up, he inevitably would snog her senseless, which always seemed to lead to him climbing on top of her. She found herself torn between not mentioning it so she could take a break, and bringing it up just so he'd shag her again. So she did both, though at separate times.

Now as she lay in the bath on the evening of day four, she knew it was coming close to when she'd need to not let him have his way and make him discuss this with her. She had a job to do. She had to reports to make once a week to Kingsley. She had to stay distanced from him enough not to let it influence what she said to the Minister.

She would not let him shag his way to freedom. Though if anyone could do something like that, he definitely could. She would have to change her notes on him, to fully capitalize the word legendary that she'd always heard about. That had a soft smirk gracing her lips.

However, if he didn't really show that he'd changed his views, he would not get a free pass from her. No matter how good of an orgasm he could give her. Or how many. Damn, that man has some serious skills though. She thought again lazily.

She was brought out of her musings when a voice spoke low in her ear beside her. "You've been in here for quite a while, my dear. Here I thought you were only going to get cleaned up and relax a little."

She turned her head languidly and looked at Lucius squatting beside the tub, wearing a deep blue brocade robe. "I am. Relaxing and contemplating a few things."

He made a soft humming noise, before standing to untie and drop his robe. The only clothing either of them bothered with, assuming they put on even that much. He motioned for her to sit up, and then climbed into the monstrous tub behind her. It could easily fit four people side by side.

He settled her to where she was leaning back against him. His hands stroking her belly as he sighed in contentment. He might have been out of Azkaban the past six years, and had money at his disposal, but he'd missed the luxuries his house offered.

They both laid there in silence as they let the water relax them.

His thoughts started to wander as he enjoyed the peace around him. This witch wasn't what his traitorous body should want. However, she was what he wanted none the less.

He'd discovered many things over the years. Spent many hours in conversation with the muggles he'd lived around. It was either talk to them, or go barking mad with boredom since he'd been unable to do much magic for fear of it registering with the Ministry. He'd had an unregistered wand, one he'd hidden years prior to his flight. But was afraid to use it too much, afraid it would give his position away.

But he'd learned that muggles really weren't that bad. He doubted he'd ever really befriend any of them, but he could accept them in the world. An astonishing concept coming from someone like him. He wasn't as jaded or sanctimonious as he once was. Though some notions were harder to break.

Like her being muggle-born. While he could accept her presence in the world at large, he didn't necessarily want to desire one. It went against everything ingrained in him with his raising. But he did want her, accepted that his body wanted her and found more satisfaction in her than any other woman before her. It didn't mean he had to like what she was. Though he did like who she was.

She thought she was the only real person he'd talked to, but that wasn't the case. He'd just enjoyed speaking with her more than anyone else. Even arguing like they'd done. He'd enjoyed watching her trying to figure out where he was. Like slowly putting a puzzle together.

It let him get to know her. Let him see her brilliance and skills. Let him see her more generous nature as she did have visitors on occasion. He'd seen Potter and a few other friends drop by on occasion. Though it had only been while his portrait was in her living room. Her walls had been charmed to hide what she'd done to them with his pictures and information she'd tacked up. Since her spell was meant to hide any pictures of him, it hid his portrait too.

It had made him smirk as he watched her friends looked at the wall and didn't have a clue about what they were really staring at. After she'd hung him up in her room, he'd hear them greet her, and she'd find an excuse to escape so she could cover and silence him.

He hadn't seen Weasley, but knew she'd go see him or her other friends every now and again. But on a whole, it had just been her and him. She conversed with him a lot and it let him see her views on things.

He knew something was up the day he was caught. He'd seen the flash of surprised triumph in her eyes. But she wouldn't look at him, so he hadn't been able to read what it was in her mind. Which was why he tried to coax her into looking at him. But she hadn't. She'd been too busy with her thoughts and getting dressed. Which, seeing her naked body, it had distracted him enough so she could get away.

Had he known she'd figured out where he was hiding...he wasn't sure what he'd have done. Probably tried to escape, but then, he wouldn't be were he was now. He wouldn't be in his home, as free as he was likely to get.

He wouldn't have a beautiful and passionate witch leaning against him either. Oh, he didn't delude himself into believing he felt anything for her. Other than lust, and respect for her skills and intelligence. But after spending so much time alone, even surrounded by people, he appreciated the company of her constant presence.

He doubted he'd tell her this, but him watching her, annoyed at her going through his things or not, it had kept him sane. Seeing her in her home and later talking to her, had kept his spirits up enough for him to live the way he had. It hadn't been bad accommodations, merely too simple for his tastes.

He never could get into watching muggle television. Most of it was idiotic to him anyway. So other than his books and the few people he spoke with now and again that lived around the flat that he resided in, she was his only thing that keep him from simply losing it. Which would have gotten him caught so much sooner had he actually lost his mind.

Had he been caught sooner, her attraction to him might not have had enough time really blossom and she might not be naked with him now. He really liked having her naked and shagging her when ever the need or desire arose.

Speaking of naked and her being shaggable, he thought. As per usual, when her deliciously sweet and naked body was near him, he started to want her again. His hands slid from her belly, up to play with her wet breasts.

They were not pathetically small as he'd told her before either. They weren't overly large, but they were nicely rounded and were perfect for him. He'd only said what he did to her in the past, because he'd hated how much he'd desired her. But he simply accepted it now. Especially, with how delightfully passionate and good she was in bed.

Hermione sighed as he caressed and tweaked her nipples. She had no idea how this man could get her going so easily, but damned if he didn't have her wanting him, with sometimes nothing more than a simple touch,

"Lucius?" She said softly, even as she arched against him at what his magical hands were doing to her breasts.

"Yes, my sweet." He purred into her ear before running his tongue along its outer shell. Shifting her to sit on his lap, instead of resting between his legs. It gave him a few more inches of maneuverability to reach certain parts of her body better.

She sighed again as his hands skated down her skin to find her folds. "We can't keep putting this talk off. I..." She moaned, leaning more against his chest, as he slipped two fingers inside her.

"...I do have a job to do here and...we need to figure out how to keep the...two sides of this separate." She moaned out the last two words when he twisted his fingers expertly inside her and had her body shuddering in need.

"We will, just not right now." Nipping at her neck as he continued to torture her by not giving her what he knew she was craving already. Bringing her close to the edge but not letting her fall over.

"Lucius, please. I'm serious." She said, squirming when he still denied her release and only teased her with a taste of what he could give her.

He chuckled softly in her ear, even as his own need was clawing to get out more, with her squirms. "I love it when you beg, my little Mudblood." The term sounding more like an endearment with how he said it, than an insult.

Hermione's eyes closed. She hated him calling her that. But she had more important things to focus on, other than that and how good his fingers felt inside her. Using the last bit of strength and willpower inside her, she stilled his hand and pulled it from her. Even though her body cried out at the loss of him.

Her breathing harsh, she swallowed. "I mean it, Lucius. We can't ignore it forever."

Lucius sighed. "I know we can't." Slightly annoyed at her denying him. Denying herself, even though he knew she was aching for him to slip inside her and make her scream.

He used his hands at her waist to turn her around to face him, her legs straddling his hips as she sat up and looked into her eyes. "We will discuss it, my dear. Just not today. For now, let us merely enjoy the peace of not having any boundaries or guidelines. I'm not Lucius, the inmate, and you're not Hermione, the jailor. We're just two people taking a few days to simply bask in each other and the pleasure we give one another. Tomorrow, I promise, we'll figure it out and go from there."

He saw her starting to waver, and reached up cupping her cheek, as he went on. "But for now, let me have you. Let me feel you wrapped around me, hear you panting and moaning for me. Let me give you all of my...legendary skills, so I can make scream out in pleasure for me. I want to watch you fall apart in my arms, my beautiful Hermione. h

She swallowed as more heat filled her. "Tomorrow?" Her brow raised.

He smirked. She almost makes this too easy. "Yes, my sweet. I won't even shag you in the shower first."

Her lips curved. "Hmm...maybe we can talk after our shower." Her arms slipping around his neck.

His hand moved from her cheek to tangle in her wet locks, pulling her mouth to his, and kissing her passionately. Mmm...too easy, but, so much fun. He thought, even as he raised her up and sank her down on his throbbing erection without breaking the kiss.

A/N: Alright then, I need a cold shower now. Phew! Hope you guys liked that. I'm debating if I want to go on with this series or not. Let me know what you all think. Still working on what started as a SS/HG one-shot and now has turned into more than that.

This is my first time working on two stories at once...and I don't see me doing that again. Lol. Its too hard to pull my focus from one story to work on another. Lol. Okay, let me know what you guys think about going on. Take Care.