The truth behind Salazar Slytherin

🐍 Part 4🐍

Salazar Slytherin's POV-
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Things have been weird ever since me and Rowena had sex in the chamber and ever since then she has been my only company, sometimes I hear Godric and Helena asking Rowena to stop talking to me.

But she never does.

I never know what goes on between Helena and Godric but I don't plan to find out...

I was with Rowena by my side laying in her corset and skirt thing- whatever women call them. When I felt the mark of the snake on my left wrist swim. I never once told Rowena how I got, but I guess you should know, I was branded by father as a punishment for never living the way he wanted me to be, basically a mistake, and that is all I am and I can never be excepted back as a person for my father forced me to kill people with my basilisk. I hated it, there faces, the tears, begging for their life. I hate it. HATE IT! HATE IT!
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Draco's Pov
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I understand how he feels truly, and I pray to merlin that he got some good out of all of this...I never understand why people go through the harshest things just to find happiness.

Nothing ever comes good in the end or so he and I thought...

You see as I was walking to the chamber I heard light footsteps on the ground. As I entered through the entrance I held the person back and pointed my wand at their throat. It was Granger.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"following you" she replied.
And so it began the way in which Granger helped me, we talked and then I kissed her and then we had, well you know.....

Our hands grip the each others as she lays underneath me on the bed. We then switched, we are laughing now. Were drunk. No one has come yet. We kiss in between switching, and my hands move all over, into her inner thigh, the rounded curve of the ass, sweaty necks. I feel the tide fading from my feet. Tight calves and legs lifting. Brown curls and tanned knees. then we are kissing again, I could stare at her for hours, I love her that much.

When we kiss I was dissolved with pleasure, she stopped, divining that perhaps if she deprived me now I might make a gesture towards fulfillment. At first I made no motion. My sex was quivering, and I was tormented with desire... Hermione grew desperate. She pushed my hand away, took my sex into her mouth again, and with her two hands she encircled my sexual parts, caressed me and absorbed me until I came. I leaned over with gratitude, tenderness, and murmured, "You are the first woman, the first woman, the first woman..."
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Hermione's POV- (Draco is talking into his journal and he let Hermione speak cause he is doing something similar to Salazar Slytherin.... Sorry it is the same as Salazar but there is a point.)
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He leaned forward and kissed me again and I kissed him back with more fervor than I had before, and we laid there kissing and kissing between the creepy head of his founder and the snake heads, my hands running slowly up into his curly platinum blond hair and down over his thick shoulders and along his strong arms and around to his brawny back, holding his gorgeous male body against mine. There hasn't ever been a time that I've done that, that I haven't remembered all over again how much I love men.

I'm glad it found its way here, he said, and reached over and touched his finger very delicately to the edge of one of its straps, near my collarbone, but instead of pushing it down and off my shoulder as I thought he would, he ran his finger slowly along my left breast then my right in front and then traced it all the way down around the bottom. I watched his face while he did this. It seemed more intimate than kissing him had. By the time he had finished outlining the whole thing, he barely touched me and yet I was so wet I could hardly stand up. It was then that I realised I loved him, in some ways I always have. But if I was ever called a mudblood then I would let him deal with it.

"Hermione, I am sorry my aunt carved mudblood in your arm" he spoke guilt lacing his voice.

Shit! I forgot to use a concealment charm. But I owe him the truth and the apology and my love.