Hermione POV
Junior year at Hogwarts University was proving to be one for the books. Hermione was already excelling in her classes and was making headway in the notorious sorority for her house, the Lionesses. All sororities and fraternities in Hogwarts were traditionally muggle-born or half-blood founded. It was the only place of community outside of pure-blood superiority. Hermione knew she was a shoo-in. She was the brightest witch of their age and a muggle-born at that.
The Lionesses were the most fiery of all the house sororities. She was at every probate and party since freshman year. They stomped through their strolls and moved their bodies with vigor. Seeing them in action drove Hermione to push herself out of her comfort zone. In college, she did not want to be a bookworm, reserved, Hermione. She wanted to be a Lioness, hear her Gryffindor roar.
Alongside her in her sorority journey were Ginny and Luna. Ginny was pure-blood, but if anyone knew Ginny she was far from prissy and proper. No, she was born to be a Lioness and join the sisterhood all her brothers deprived her of. Plus, it was doubted that any other sorority would take her. Luna was a house crosser. She said the Ravens had too much of a superiority complex. Luna was still loony, but through the years became more laid back with a backbone to support her. Loony Luna became Lifted Luna, and you could go to her for the best "fairy dust" in the university. But don't cross her, she doesn't play about her mysterious "suppliers."
The three were getting ready in their shared bathroom in the Lioness's bathroom. All three wore their crimson tanks and cropped letterman jackets. The G's were visible and vibrant on each sleeve and the golden lion adorned the back. Hermione went for shorts and fishnets, Ginny her baggy cargos, and Luna a tight denim skirt. Each of them finished their looks with traditional Timberlands, required of all Lioness'.
"I swear to Godric if someone barfs on my shoes tonight, I'm hexing them into next year," Ginny said while helping Hermione slick her unruly hair into a side-part half-up half-down.
Hermione applied her signature lip-combo and gave it a pop in the mirror. "We're the sorority of campus," she said taking the edge control brush from Ginny to perfect her swoops. "They know better than to fuck with the Lionesses."
"I wish a Raven would," Luna breathed airily finishing her smoky liner. "They've been unbearable in the Ravenclaw building since I've become a Lioness."
"The Ravens are all swots," Ginny burst, "No offense Luna."
"Doesn't apply to me," she said while taking a hit of her wand. "Plus, I'm already too high to care."
"No smoking in your letters!" I swatted at Luna.
We finished our makeup and topped the look off with gold jewelry. In our chapter, each sister was awarded a court. Luna was a knight, Ginny was a duchess, and I was awarded the queen. I let the large crowned lion pendant hang around my neck. It was a symbol of leadership. It was a token of muggle-born royalty. To hell with pure-blood society. Other members of our chapter would gather at the Guardian's party. Gryffindor's fraternity had been planning this party for months. It was finally homecoming.
The three of them raced to the grand full-body mirror in the living room. As the queen of the Lionesses, she was required to post and let the campus know the queen was ready to arrive. The greatest wizard invention was The Mirror. With a wave of your wand, you could take a photo or video and project the message to all the mirrors on campus. The lionesses posed with their right knee bent and hands crossed behind the top of their heads, mimicking the lion's mane/crown.
Hermione winked into the mirror, "See you soon."
With a quick look over the video, it was sent and the notifications started flooding in.
Snaps from the Guardian's party showed the event was in full swing. Members from all houses were caught in the background while Ron walked around the house. Their pregame turned out to be the main game it seemed.
"Where ya at 'Mione," Ron yelled into the mirror, the Guardian Sword on his chain flashing. "We miss youuuu," he sang.
Despite being pure-blood, Ron was the king of the Guardians. "Weasley is our king," carried him through college and landed him here. He was a great quidditch player and had the heart of a Guardian. The breakup between the Guardian King and Lioness Queen shook Gryffindor's house to the core sophomore year, but the two remained great friends.
Ginny ran up to the mirror and flung her wand in a frenzy. "Tell your knight he better be behaving himself, or he'll be rubbing his sore bollocks by the end of the night!"
Ginny and Harry had a wild relationship. Harry had a bit of a growth spurt his freshman year. He got a few inches taller and his mop of hair settled into a black sea around his head. Something akin to his godfather's style. His newfound attention began to go to his head and if it wasn't for Ginny keeping him in check, he'd probably be as unbearable as a Salazar Son. Despite their rocky relationship and its challenges, they love each other and that's all that matters.
Ginny grabbed Hermione and Luna's arms dragging them out of the house, "C'mon kittens, I've got a feeling I'm gonna have to drag a Huffle-ho off my man tonight."
The Lionesses were a few feet from the house of Guardians when the doors suddenly burst open and dozens of house members came running out. Smoke was bellowing through the windows and a few Guardians ran out casting their wands at the house.
"I told them not to overdo it on the plant," Luna just shook her head. "Real potent shite."
The wizard fire department pulled up and the Guardians ran back in the house to do as much damage control as possible. Hopefully, they won't get their charter shut down.
"Oi!" Pansy Parkinson yelled to the dispersing crowd. "Party at Salazar's Sons!"
Pansy was a Skin, the sorority of Slytherin house. Just as the rivalry in houses were they extended across sororities and fraternities. She was the snake pit mother, and if there was any way the Lionesses were getting into the Salazar Son's party, it would be with her blessing. Just as the thought crossed Hermione's mind, Pansy stopped in front of Hermione on her way to the party. She sneered looking at all the Lionesses gathered behind her, waiting for her next move.
"Might as well come with kitties," she hissed toying with her silver snake necklace. "come see how a real sorority slithers."
"Would be a shame to be out prowled in your own house, skinnies" Hermione didn't miss a beat.
Pansy shoulder-checked Hermione as she walked past earning an eruption of roars from the Lionesses and hisses in retaliation from the Skins. The Lionesses followed a distance behind them to Salazar's house.
Reaching the front doors Hermione walked alongside Pansy to show that the Lionesses were supposed to be at this party. Pansy jutted her skinny hip out on the doorframe and told the Salazar Son at the door to, "Let the kitties in," and tell the King the pit was here.
Hermione guided the Lionesses into the house, the girls roaring as they made their way through. Snake pit or not, the Lionesses were proud to be here. They demanded their space. Salazar's house was much larger than the Guardian's. It had two stories and each wing had a nod to each Hogwarts house. Slytherin was the first house to introduce a muggle-born and half-blood fraternity/sorority to Hogwarts University. Slytherin had the deepest history of Pure-blood members, and the need for an alternative society was necessary in the house. After the creation of Salazar's Sons and Skins, the other houses followed suit. Gryffindor's Guardians and Lionesses, Ravenclaw's Ravens and Royals, and Hufflepuff's Hornets and Chalices. Salazar's house was a testament to the inclusion of non-pure-blood witches and wizards. In other words, everything about them including the expensive mead, decor, and music setup, was well funded.
The deep house music dyed down over the speakers and the intro to "Roman's Revenge" rang through the speakers. The Skins hissed as they began to make their way through the lobby. The Skin's moved like their mascot. Each girl moved fluidly with their hips occasionally bending and then rolling their back into a snap. Their fingers pinched as they moved their arm in snakelike motions. As they neared the Lionesses the Skins brought their wands to their throats and replaced the "Rah Rah," of the song with the lion's roar. It took four Lionesses to keep Ginny from jumping on all of them.
The Skins finished and Pansy looked so smug as if her little insertion was clever. All the Lionesses gathered behind Hermione with their crowns upon their head as she cast her wand at the DJ booth. "Hiss," began to blare through the speakers as Hermione entered the center of the room.
"I just wanna kick this shit off by saying, "Fuck y'all!" The Lionesses stomped their enchanted boots, and Salazar's house shook.
"I ain't gotta clear my name on a mothafuckin' thang." The Lionesses stomped closer to Hermione as she stomped around the room, addressing the crowd.
"Every time I get mentioned, one of y'all bitch ass Slytherins get 24 hours of attention," Hermione stomped and stood in front of Ginny posing with her crown. Her chain glistened against the green lights of the room.
"We finna get this shit off our chest, and lay it to rest!" The Lionesses echoed behind her and roared.
The Lionesses stomped with more vigor as Hermione led the prowl around Salazar's house. Their hips swung with intention and their hands made claws as they approached the Skins hissing at the edge of the room. Hermione swung her body and her feet glided across the marble floors before raising her leg and slamming her boot back to the floor. She let her hips bounce and roll as she led the prowl, her Lioness chain bouncing against her chest as she licked the sweat accumulating on her upper lip. Her eyes scanned the ogling crowd with confidence.
She was the it girl on campus. Her copper skin, curvy frame, and wild hair made her a testament to her mascot. She was the Lioness, she was the Queen. Hermione was a force and she was up for grabs after her breakup with the Guardian King. Though everyone talked, no one had dared approach her in the year she had been single. Hermione was untouchable, and she loved it.
Just as the prowl was nearing its end she caught grey eyes and a silver locket through the green lights. Draco Malfoy was the Father of Salazar's Sons. He let the Salazar's Son letterman jacket hang open except for the bottom exposing his shirtless chest. The locket was iced out and adorned by other smaller silver jewelry. His sleeves were rolled up exposing the tattoo on his pale forearm, and his blonde hair was slicked back except for one stray strand that hung in the front displaying his diamond earrings. He was the first pure-blood to be King of the fraternity in years. No Malfoy in his bloodline had dared to join Salazar's Sons due to their blood status. Draco was the first and planned on making his reign as king infinite. His gaze burned into her flesh as she passed him. His smirk never left his face.
The prowl ended and the Lionesses quickly made their way to the drink table. The girls quickly earned their place in Salazar's house as members cheered them on after their infamous prowl. Hermione poured herself a shot and gulped it down just as Ginny threw her arm around her.
"You killed that shit, 'Mione," Ginny said taking her shot to the head. "Probably the best prowl we'll have all year!"
"Thanks, Gin," Hermione said pouring herself a real drink. "Did you know Draco was the Son's Father?"
"Nope, you know I don't pay a thought to this lot. Probably why Parkinson wanted to make a big show though. She probably wants to make a Salazar Son with him," she joked and fake gagged.
"His aura went all blood orange when he looked at Hermione," Luna appeared making both Lionesses jump.
"Shite, Luna!" Ginny exclaimed. "You almost made me waste good fire whiskey!"
"I think you should talk to him," Luna said to Hermione ignoring Ginny completely.
"What?" Now Hermione nearly choked on her drink. "Why in Godric's name would I do that?"
Luna shrugged and took a hit of her wand, "because your aura was blood orange, too."
Just as Hermione was about to retort the intro to "IDGAF" began to lull through the speakers and the sound of the Salazar Sons rattling their wands filled the room. The green lights swung low and focused at the center of the room. Hermione pushed her way to the front of where the Sons would begin their stroll. Like a moth to a flame, she watched him.
Draco locked eyes with her as the rest of the Sons followed his lead through the fluid motions. They slowly moved their arms over their bodies like a clock, then bending, squatting, and rising letting their palms open and close into prayer hands. Or better yet like a locket. Draco was a mere foot in front of her before the beat dropped and the Sons grabbed their letterman jacket shoulders and brought it over their heads briefly mimicking a cobra before dropping it back down. The gust of wind blew Hermione's hair back. She couldn't deny Draco's minty scent did something to her.
He continued to lead the stroll, the Son's movements were sharp but fluid. They'd let their hips roll then back upright letting their prayer hands glide across their bodies. It was a dance, then a strike. Just like a snake. The Skins fawned over their respected Sons. Pansy danced to the music doing more than a little extra to get Draco's attention, but he didn't seem to pay her any mind. His eyes were locked on the Lionesses and everyone in the room knew it. A decent amount of space was left around Hermione.
Draco dispersed the stroll early but the song continued as he approached Hermione, moving snake-like through his dance movements still. He had his prey where he wanted her. The king always gets what he wants.
Hermione rolled her eyes and scoffed at his advancements. He was a Slytherin for Godric's sake. He knew better than to approach the Queen.
Draco just smiled and stomped pulling out his wand. He began a rendition of Hermione's stroll and through his wand, his husky voice rang through Salazar's house.
"Yeah, I don't be givin' no fucks," Draco began and the snake pit Hissed for their king.
"I don't know if you caught on, I don't be givin' no fuck," Draco made a come hither motion with his finger and continued to stomp through his solo routine.
He dared to call the Queen out with her own prowl. Hermione puffed her chest and lowered her eyes at Draco moving her body snakily like his. As she incorporated her stomp, she spun her body against his and they began to move in sync.
"I say whatever I want, I do whatever I want, I'm countin' up the money for fun," The pit and lion's den sang along with their rulers, "and I'm poppin' these perks just for fun."
Their bodies were close and fit perfectly together. The king and queen danced together with their eyes closed letting the music and passion take over. A part of Hermione wanted to remind herself that this was bad. This was not the way of their houses. Sons were for Skins, Lionesses were for Guardians. But the Snake had his hands slithering down her body, and the Lioness had her claws entangled in his hair. Two skilled predators had made a play at each other and both wanted to be prey.
Hermione opened her eyes and saw red jackets mingling with green. Salazar's house was supposed to be a hub of unity across all houses. Hermione and Draco were setting the example of what that looked like.
"We could be legends," Draco whispered into her ear.
She breathed in the scent of mint and let her body truly feel the current circumstance. Draco wanted her. He was her exes nemesis but there was always something between her and the dragon long before Hogwarts University. He had renounced his blood status superiority and worked hard to become a Salazar Son. Now here he was, king, and asking his desired queen to rule beside him. He let his lips graze over her exposed neck and dipped his thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, pressing her even closer against him. She felt the head of the snake and her breath deepened.
Just as Hermione's eyes began to flutter Ginny's voice shocked her back to her senses. She pulled Hermione from Draco's grasp and side-eyed the Father of the Salazar Sons.
"You've got plenty of Skin's to feel up on, eh?" She said.
Draco just smirked and leaned into Hermione's ear. "I'll be upstairs, Princess." Then he walked away.
"Tell me you are not considering it 'Mione," Ginny crossed her arms glaring down at her queen.
All she could do was blush. Truth is she was done considering it, she had already decided she wanted the king of the snake pit. It'd been so long since someone could spark her fire. He was the only one who knew how. These days, everyone feared her power, but it excited Draco. He welcomed it. He wanted someone brilliant and exuded natural leadership. Was it so bad if Hermione wanted the same? So what if he was Slytherin? What's a snake to a lion?
"I'm shagging him tonight," Hermione committed.
"Fuck, 'Mi," Ginny said running her hands down her face. "Fine, it's your body but be careful! There's snakes all over this bitch who looked like they were ready to hex you just for dancing with their king."
Hermione smiled happy she would have her duchess in her corner if shit hit the fan after her rendezvous. "Thanks, Gin, if anyone asks I left early to deal with Ron's shite."
"Ugh, please don't put me in the middle of that." She groaned. "Your ex and your new boy toy already want to kill each other without your kitty cat in the mix."
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," Hermione waggled her brows. "Wish me luck!"
Hermione donned a disillusionment charm and snuck her way up the stairs.
Upstairs was completely quiet despite the open balcony that displayed the bottom floor. They must've put up a silencing charm for those who wanted to sleep or participate in activities. The problem was, Draco did not tell her which room was his. Hermione braced herself against the balcony rail contemplating what to do when Blaise Zabini exited his room. She gasped involuntarily and Blaise narrowed his eyes in her direction and smiled.
"Down the hall last door on the left, Lioness," Blaise said to a disillusioned Hermione.
"Thanks," she muttered embarrassingly and quickly made her way to Draco's room.
She stood outside of his bedroom toying with her necklace trying to conjure her Gryffindor courage. Her unattainability fueled her confidence. Was she ready to give that away? Was she ready to trust Draco with her reputation? If the Slytherin king did not want her who would?
Draco's door flung open and now twice against her better judgment, she let out a noise while disillusioned. Draco rolled his eyes and snuck his arm around her waist pulling her invisible form into his bedroom. He removed her charm before crashing his lips onto hers. The kiss was hungry and impatient. Draco was never the type to be kept waiting. Spoiled git.
"What took you so long, Princess?" He breathed helping her out of her jacket. His was already hung on his coat rack.
"Wasn't sure if I was ready to give up my power," Hermione answered honestly while kicking off her boots.
"No one has to know," he said pulling her hair out of the bun of her half-up half-down. "Not until you're ready."
"You think this will be long-term?" She questioned. Sure he'd want her tonight, it's homecoming after all, but after? He said this like he wanted something solid.
"I'm hoping for long term," he admitted playing with the hem of her red tank. "But if it's only for tonight, I plan on leaving you wanting more."
Grey eyes bore into brown with the smoldering intensity of fiendfyre. Hermione's hands moved across his chest feeling the strained muscles of his shoulders. He was tense ready to tear the clothes off her body the moment she was ready. Godric, was she ready.
Hermione dug her nails into his skin pulling his mouth back to hers with more hunger. Their teeth clashed and tongues danced against each other, only breaking contact as Draco pulled the tank from her body, and let her bra fall from her chest. He wasted no time cupping her copper mounds in his hands, rolling her peaked nipples between his fingers eliciting beautiful mewls from his kitten.
He lifted her effortlessly and she wrapped her legs around his torso before he laid her gently against the mattress. Draco crawled over top of her and took one of her perfect breasts into his mouth. Hermione quickly fisted her hand in his hair as she let out a pleasured gasp. Feeling confident, Draco began to make work of her shorts, sliding them down her legs and leaving her in just her fishnets and red thong.
"Sweet Salazar, I can't wait to taste you," He whispered into her ear as he slowly planted open-mouth kisses from her neck to just below her navel.
"Then don't make me wait," Hermione moaned frustratedly. His ministrations were perfection, but they were torture. Surely he knew he'd be her first in over a year? She was beginning to get impatient.
"Patience, Princess," He drawled while delicately pulling off her fishnets. "It's called savoring the moment."
She felt the tights leave her toes and Draco drug his feather-like touch up from the bottoms of her feet to the insides of her thighs before gently spreading her legs and bringing his face to her center. He continued to place open-mouth kisses on the inside of her thighs and hummed as he neared her sensitive center. He did this repeatedly. Always teasing, never close enough.
"Draco," Hermione grit.
"Hmm?" He hummed again looking up at her with lazy grey eyes. As if she wasn't already wet enough.
Deciding against giving in to his teasing, Hermione attempted to push her core onto his mouth to send the message. He just backed away casually and went back to kissing her thighs.
"Have a spasm there, kitten?" He mused inching back closer to her core. He wasn't going to get away with this. She was a Lioness.
When Draco was just in reach of where she needed him, she struck her arm out grabbed a fist full of his hair, and pulled his mouth right to the spot. They stared at each other with desire in their eyes before Hermione broke the silence.
"Eat," she commanded.
"With pleasure," he replied.
Draco moved her thong to the side and lapped, sucked, and rolled his tongue on Hermione with a skill she had never experienced. She had heard rumors about Slytherin lovers. Shite, she had heard rumors about him, but now that they were confirmed, he was right. He was going to leave her wanting more.
"Fingers," she pleaded involuntarily, and he obliged.
Draco penetrated her with two fingers and the noise Hermione released seemed to come from the depths of her soul. Draco kept suction on her clit while he stretched her and curled his digits until he found it.
Hermione shot upright on the bed one hand braced behind her, the other in Draco's hair pushing him deeper into her center nearly suffocating him. She began to rock her hips against him as her high began to chase after her.
"Oh shite," she breathed tilting her head to the ceiling. "Oh fuck, Draco, I'm getting close."
Instantly he removed his fingers and mouth from her and pushed her back onto the bed. Hermione was in shock as he quickly freed himself of his pants and boxers, casting the contraceptive charm over them. Hermione quickly crawled to the edge of the bed and reached for his appendage. She was pushed back onto the bed once again.
"No," Draco said simply while he yanked the thong off her body positioning himself between her legs.
Hermione tried to reach between them again and he gripped her wrist and placed it above her head. "But I didn't get a chance to—"
"You think you can say my name like that and not get fucked immediately after?" His nostrils flared and his eyes looked into hers wildly. "You can suck me after, but right now I'm gonna bury my cock so deep inside you it'll carve my name into your fucking being. Understand, Princess?"
Merlin, I must be fucking oozing at this point. All I could do was nod vigorously. Draco began to sink into her body and Hermione let out a shaky breath while her body pulsed and accommodated his size.
"Merlin you're so tight, Kitten." Draco moaned. "Let me make this good for you."
She whimpered as he sucked her lobe and toyed with her nipples as he began to pick up the pace. Draco leaned back gripping her hips as he slung one of her legs over his shoulder, hitting that same spot he found with his fingers. Hermione's eyes rolled to the back of her head and all she could do was brace one hand against the headboard and the other entangled in the sheets. Her hooded eyes stared up at Draco adoringly. From this angle, he was a god. His slick blonde hair was now askew, and Salazar's Sons' locket thundered against his chest with each thrust. His tense muscles made the veins in his arms and hips more prominent. She dragged her eyes lazily to his face and Draco was staring back at her with infinite desire. He loved what he was doing to her. He was proud. Hermione opened her mouth to say something but all that came out was a tortured moan.
"Yeah, that's it, Kitten," Draco smirked. "Tell Daddy how good it is."
Draco leaned and pressed himself closer to Hermione straining her leg still over his shoulder as the delicious tension added a new element to his treatment. He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other was in her hair. He forced her to turn her head so his mouth was right against her ear.
"You're so good Princess, prowling around my house looking so fuck-able as if you don't know who the fucking king is," Draco began to pound into her harder and Hermione whimpered.
"I was watching you kitten, no one's touched this pretty kitty since the weasel, huh? Thank you for saving it for Daddy" his hand around her waist palmed her ass and she felt that familiar pull once again.
"You're close aren't you, Hermione?" The sound of her name on his lips drew another long moan out of her. "Let me talk you through it"
Draco removed his hand from her hair and placed it around her neck.
"Such a good girl Hermione. If only they could see their Queen now getting snaked." Draco tightened his grip around her neck. "Tell me you love it."
"I love it," Hermione gasped out.
"Hermione you're so wet for me. Reach between us and taste the juices."
Draco did not stop while Hermione coated her fingers in their fluids. She raised her fingers to her mouth and licked.
"Save some for Daddy," he said. Hermione raised her hand to his mouth and he eagerly sucked her fingers.
The sight was so erotic, that the pull she felt increased tenfold.
"So Close," she gasped out again her eyes rolling.
Draco squeezed her neck again. "Keep those brown eyes open, Hermione. I wanna see what that pretty face does when you come for me. I wanna see those eyes roll, and that swot mouth quiver and I want it to scream my fucking name so loud it breaks the silencing charm."
Hermione bites her bottom lip as the leg over Draco's shoulder begins to shake.
"Come on, Hermione come for me. Say my name, let me hear you roar," and with a bite to her neck she comes hard.
Her core clamps onto the snake and his name falls off her lips in various octaves she's not even sure if she's speaking. Draco pulls out of her and in her haze she still adjusts to fix her mouth over his member. He comes after three sucks.
"Hermione," Draco moans as she swallows.
The two collapse onto the bed gazing at each other in their stupor. Draco pulls the cover over them and Hermione props her head up looking at him quizzically.
"A daddy kink?" She inquires.
Draco smirks and pulls her closer. "Byproduct of being named Father of the Salazar Sons." He kisses her forehead. "You like it though."
Okay, the end of a cute little Greek life one shot. I hope you enjoyed it!
Songs :
Roman Reloaded - Nicki Minaj
Hiss - Megan the Stallion
IDGAF - Drake