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The Two Brothers	By : stranger88 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 7705 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I know it's been a really, really, really, really long time since I've updated. The wall I hit with this one was HARD! But I started some new projects and this ended up on the back burner a long with my other ones but I hope to FINALLy be able to post regulary again soon!

Chapter 13: Andrew

Two Years Ago:

Andrew just stepped out of his bathroom, in his favorite sleeping shorts. It was late and after a grueling training session with his brother he needed to rest. He stared at his bed and wondered what it would be like to sleep on the soft mattress. Maybe he should ask for a firm one instead. When he was six he couldn’t sleep on his bed, so he set a pillow and blanket on the stone floor, and within minutes he was asleep peacefully. That’s all he’s known ever since.
He stretched out his sore back and there was a knock at his door, “Enter,” he said in a cold voice. He stood straight up and saw his Father looking a bit frustrated. He knew he and Tom had more than just a friendship going on but he wasn’t going to judge his father’s choice for a lover. It wasn’t looked down upon in this castle since his brother has been having nightly meetings with a certain blonde haired teenage boy on the weekends.
“You’re up late Father,” Andrew said, about to stand at attention as he always did when he was in the presence of father, but Rob waved his hand.
“You must leave tonight. There is talk of a portal so to speak across the water and I,” the older man paused, “We need you to investigate it. I don’t care how long it takes. You will infiltrate whatever group is trying to stop this portal from opening and you will send weekly reports to Tom. Jonathan will not know about this. He has his own mission he will be going on soon enough.”
Andrew looked at his father and without question squatted down next to his bed and grabbed his duffle. He started to pack in haste. Rob watched his younger son pack his duffle not wanting to let him go, but he must. Andrew was going to be his heir, Jonathan wouldn’t like it, but Andrew had more of a clear mind when it came to their cause.
“Another thing, Serverus will be the only one who knows of your whereabouts at all times. He will assign someone to write to you. I suggest you play it off as you have no idea he was the one that set it up.” Rob said.
“Yes father,” Andrew said without question. Rob watched as his adopted son put on his black pants, followed by a grey tank top, and finally his favorite black hoodie. Sitting at his desk chair the sixteen year old put on a pair of socks and then started to lace his combat boots.
“What is my goal?” Andrew asked.
“To bring us Angelus.”
Andrew paused, looking up at the man who raised him, “The vampire?”
Rob nodded, “Two centuries ago he terrorized Europe, until a group of Gypsies cursed him with a soul. Before he fled to America a witch found him. Told him of a prophecy he would become who he was before and he would know. She gave him a golden red bracelet,” Rob paused and lifted his wrist showing Andrew what it looked liked. It was a solid bracelet with a small clasp.
“These bracelets are signs of those that are on our side. The prophecy was passed down my line. It tells of a boy, an orphan who would bring the world to their knees.” He watched as Andrew stood up. “That boy is you, my son. I have no doubt about it.”
Andrew didn’t say anything, but Rob knew the young man had so many questions.
“When you come back we will go into further detail.”
“Write this,” He walked over to the desk and placed a small piece of parchment on it, “In your hand writing so as to not raise any suspicions.” He watched as Andrew leaned over his desk finding his quill and parchment and quickly hand copied the note. When Andrew stood straight up Rob put a hand on each of Andrew’s shoulders.
“My boy, you are my greatest blessing. I only wish your parents were here to see you grow as I have. There is also one more thing. The prophecy mentioned the boy will have demon blood run through his veins. There are reports of a powerful demon. Should you come across him at any point you are to submit and let him hurt you.” Rob felt his son tense in his hands and he saw a flash of fear in his eyes.
“You will not pursue him. You will let him hurt you. I do not like it, but it must be done. There is no way around this. Stay focused and come back to us.”
“I understand.” Was all Andrew said. Rob nodded looking into his son’s sea green eyes. He knew it would be the last time he would see his eyes like this and he wanted to remember him this way.
“Goyle is waiting for you at the edge of the forest with all your papers. It must be Muggle transport, once you have arrived send word to Tom. Come back to us.” Rob finished in a whisper. Without another word he let go of Andrew and walked out of his bedroom.
Andrew stood there for a few moments letting his father’s words sink in. He didn’t waste any time, he grabbed his duffle, walked towards his balcony and leaped.

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Three months ago:

L.A. California
“So do you see now?” Andrew tells Angel in the basement the one place the two can have private conversations.
Angel nodded, taking in what his friend had told him. He didn’t know what to think, but Andrew wouldn’t lie to him about this. Angel was caught in the middle of helping people but always felt this nagging pull of Angelus in the deep corners of his mind.
“How do we get rid of my soul? I would have to experience true happiness for it, which I have yet to find.”
“I found a spell back in Sunnydale. I sent it off to Snape, once you join us we will get rid of it for you. But this decision is also your choice. I will not force you.” Andrew said, crossing his arms over his bare chest.
“What about Damien? The demon who almost killed you? What is to become of him?”
Andrew shook his head, “I don’t know. My father says when I return I will have all the answers. But I feel as though my time is running out. I need to get back home soon.”
Once again Angel nodded. He stood up from the chair and turned his back to his dearest friend and walked towards the stairs leading up to the lobby. He paused and turned to Andrew, “For a seventeen year old, you’re nothing of what I expected. I’ll have your answer soon.” With that Angel slowly walked up the stairs lost in thought.
Andrew watched until he heard the basement door close. He turned and looked into the mirror that took up the wall and stepped closer to it. He looked at his neck and there were two small puncture wounds. He wouldn’t forget that day.
He was on a patrol with Gunn and he felt a sharp pain in his ribs, followed by his hand. Gunn didn’t know what to do. Andrew was in pain but nothing was attacking him. When it was all over Gunn picked him up and rushed him to the hotel. He told everyone what happened and they did their best to fix him.
Cordelia said he needed a hospital but Angel said he would heal. They turned one of the rooms into a makeshift hospital room and that’s where Andrew stayed for weeks. When he finally woke up his wounds were healed and he didn’t know how. But he was healed.
He looked closer into the mirror, his once pure sea green eyes now holding a hint of crimson. Nobody would see unless they were closer to him. But Angel noticed the night he told Angel everything back in Sunnydale.
He kept up his weekly reports to Tom and his letters to Hermione. Hermione. He stepped away from the mirror and his lips turned into a small smile. He kept all her letters, he dreamed about her. About the girl that took him by surprise in the Alley that day. He didn’t know what he was feeling towards her. It was like a warmth in his cold body. He dreamed of having her against him, the feel of her body wrapped around him.
But he shook the thought out of his head. One day she will be his.

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Two Weeks Ago:

Coast Of Ireland

“It’s called a Hellmouth. There are at least a dozen in America, and more around the world. I just haven’t been able to locate those just yet, but I have a few people working on trying to find them.” Andrew said, sitting in his father’s study. It was late and they had a meeting every night so Andrew could talk to Tom and Rob about his mission. He told them everything, who Buffy and her friends were. How Damien found him and he did as he was instructed to not pursue him. Which was hard for Andrew to do.
He went on to say there is also a Resistance in America that is on Potter’s side, but he was able to gain favor from some vampires, werewolves, and more creatures. Angelus would be reunited with them soon.
“Are we to open the Hellmouths or keep them closed?” Andrew finally asked.
Tom and Rob looked at each other for a moment and Tom spoke, “We will keep them closed for now, since we don’t really know much of the details just yet. Will this American witch know more about them?”
Andrew nodded, “Willow is part of the team I put together. She’s leading the research since she has more experience. She is also wondering if we could put more technology into this castle. But I said I would speak with you both first.”
Rob nodded, “We will discuss it. We may have to conform into more modern day things as the years go on. It would help a little. Thank you Andrew. Get some rest.”
“There’s one more thing Father.” Andrew said as he stood up. He took in a breath and let it out slowly.
“Damien told me to find him. But per your orders I never pursued. Will I have the chance to find him?” He asked. The question was burning at him ever since he woke up from the demon’s attack.
Rob sighed and looked at Tom sitting next to him. He looked back at his heir, “Not yet my son. But in time you will.”
With a small bow he turned to walk away. He reached the door and heard Tom’s voice, “Have you bedded Granger yet?”
Andrew slowly turned to look at his other Master, “No sir, I know she is a virgin. I don’t want to rush her.”
“Very well. Thank you Andrew for your report.”
With that Andrew left the study. The castle was dark, but with a hint of light from the torches. Bedding Hermione. The thought was in his head for a long time. He was far from a virgin, but Hermione, she was pure and he didn’t want to take that from her. He does have a heart and when it comes to her he was gentle. She was this calm to his raging storm inside of him and he didn’t want to let go of her.
He found himself in front of her door and he quietly entered her room. Ever since she came to him, he would go into her room and watch her sleep for a while. He didn’t know why, but he would be there watching her for hours. He wasn’t ready to share a bed with her just yet. Not until he sorted out his feelings for her. The temptation to wrap his arms around her and protect her from the world was getting too strong for him but he always resisted.
That day he showed her a place for her solitude right before they entered. He wanted to take her right then and there, but he was a gentleman first. He didn’t want to take what was hers until she was ready.
There was one rule he had with his followers is that rape was punishable by death. That is where he drew the line. He would kill any man or woman that committed this kind of crime. He would not stand for it. It was disgusting and inhumane.
He shook that thought out of his head and sat in a chair by Hermione’s desk. Where he always sat to just watch Hermione sleep. One day, one day she will be his completely.

Present Day:

A few weeks after the ambush attempt Andrew found himself spending nights in Hermione’s room, in her bed. It took him a while to get used to the new sensation of having a mattress under him. Hermione suggested the dreamless potion but Andrew denied her. He didn’t want to take it and become addicted to it.
He’s been sleeping peacefully now with her by his side. Waking up to her in his arms was welcoming. It was different, but for a while he wouldn’t sleep under the covers. He always welcomed the cold. Hermione was changing him somewhat, but not what he believed him and he was grateful for that.
The day after Potter’s failed ambush it was decided to put in Muggle surveillance around the castle. Andrew and Jonathan stood outside of their Father’s study hearing him and Tom argue. Tom was against it but Rob welcomed it. Tom left the study in a huff and Rob told his sons to come in. They went over strategies and where they’re next post would be and who would be going with them. He suggested to them to be prepared to leave at a moment’s notice.
When Andrew told Hermione she thought she would be staying in the castle away from the war, but Andrew said that she would begin training to be on the field with him. She was surprised, he told her that he wasn’t going to let her out of his sight when it came to battle.
Along with her training she was also helping Willow and Snape with the potion. The potion that would somehow make them immune to the Unforgivable curses. That’s why they had so many prisoners, they were going to be their test subjects.
Andrew was in his study looking at maps and going over reports from the other outposts around Ireland. They were making progress. There were still more people to find from what Ron confessed it was called the Order of the Phoenix. He would have to ask Hermione about this Order when he saw her tonight.
There was a knock at his door, “Enter,” he said, not looking up from the papers. The door opened and he heard the soft footsteps.
“Drew, it’s getting late and you missed dinner again.” Andrew looked up and saw Hermione standing there with a small tray of food. She walked over to one of the small tables and placed the tray on it. She straightened up and took a few steps around his desk. She sat at the edge and put a gentle hand on his arm.
Andrew rolled his chair from his desk and Hermione without question straddled his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, resting his head against her chest. He took in a deep breath, breathing in her scent, cinnamon with a hint of mint. He felt her hands gently brushing through his hair. One sensation he would not get tired of. They still haven’t been intimate, he was waiting for Hermione to be ready for him. He was going at her own pace and that was fine with him.
His hands slowly slipped under her shirt wanting to touch her warm skin. He heard her let out a small gasp surprised at his touch but she welcomed it. He brushed his lips on her exposed skin from her shirt and started to give light kisses. Oh how he wished they could just stay like this forever. He reached her neck and this time his light kisses became a bit more open mouthed. He lightly bit at her pulse point, he felt her hands in his hair tighten pulling him closer. She arched into her and his hold on her became tighter.
He stood up taking her with him and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He wanted her in every way possible. In a matter of moments they were in his bed chambers. He walked over to his bed and sat on the edge of it not letting her go.
Hermione leaned back trying to focus on her surroundings but Andrews' lips had other ideas.
“How-” she whispered.
“We’re able to apparate within the castle.” He said as one hand left her back and grabbed the nape of her neck and crushed his lips to hers. Tonight was different than most. He needed her, wanted her. He wanted to memorise every inch of her. It didn’t take long for his tongue to brush the bottom of her lips and Hermione opened up to him. He pulled her closer, their clothes getting in his way. In one swift motion he turned and she was now on her back, but he never broke their kiss. His hand was under her shirt again and he started to lift it up slowly.
He wanted to taste all of her. He broke the kiss and looked at her as if he was asking a question and she gave him a small nod. He sat up and helped her take off her t-shirt. Then he guided her hands to the hem of this shirt as if to tell her it was okay. She sat up and ever so slowly took off his shirt. Both shirts were tossed carelessly to the floor.
In the dim light Hermione took him in. Seeing the scars all over his body. The big scars on his chest from when Damien slashed him just two years ago. Hermione got to her knees to take him in fully. He inhaled a sharp breath and let it out when he felt her fingers brush over his small scars, he closed his eyes when she touched the big scar across his chest.
“What happened?” She asked, looking up at him.
“I lost a fight to a demon.” He said, opening his eyes. His hand came up to her shoulder and traveled until it reached her neck. He took hold of her neck gently and he moved in closer to her.
Barely a breath away he whispered, “I want to see all of you, take off your bra and lay down.” Hermione slightly taken aback at what he said and nodded. She slowly took off her bra and tossed it to the floor and laid down.
Andrew put a hand on each side of her body and leaned down, “Tell me when to stop.” He said and she nodded. He kissed her softly for a moment then started to leave light kisses down her neck, her chest. He came to one of her nipples and took it in his mouth. She let out a small gasp and he felt her hand in his hair again. His hand went to the top of her jeans and teased her for a moment before unbuttoning the top of them.
He let go of her nipple and took the other one in his mouth, while he found the zipper and started to undo it. Dipping his hand inside her jeans he felt how wet she was through her panties. He moved his hand slightly and she moaned. He could feel her heat in the palm of his hand.
“Drew,” she moaned and he paused, picking his head up looking at her for a moment. Their eyes met and she gave him a small nod. He traced light kisses down her body until he reached the top of her jeans. He didn’t want to wait, he whispered a spell and she gasped as her jeans and panties disappeared.
He put his hands on her inner thighs and pushed them away gently so he could see where he wanted to be. This was the first time they’ve gone this far. This was the first time Hermione had let him see her, and she was more beautiful than ever before. He didn’t waste anymore time, opening her wider he let his tongue start slowly with her clit. He felt her and grip his hair tighter and that was all he needed.
He licked her first, tasting her, teasing her, listening to her soft moans. She moaned louder when his tongue found her entrance and she arched off the bed. He hooked his arms under her legs pulling her closer so his tongue could go a bit deeper. Hearing her call his name was music to his ears. He held her closer to him as he continued to worship her.
He felt the tightens in his own pants, but tonight was all about Hermione. She was his, if anyone hurt her he would make sure they would feel his wrath.
He turned his attention back to her clit and slowly entered a finger inside her. She tried to arch again but his other arm held her down. She was drenching his finger and his mouth and he was enjoying every second of it.
He entered a second finger and she let out a small scream. He wanted his name to be the only name on her lips when he brought her to orgasm. Moving his fingers in a rhythm, gently biting, sucking and licking at her clit he wanted her to cum. If this is what heaven tasted it like, he never wanted to leave.
His fingers moving slightly faster, Hermione’s breathing became short. His mouth never left her clit and he curled his fingers inside her and she tried to arch again. But he held her down.
“Drew….I’m……” She said in pants but Andrew kept going wanting her to explode in his mouth. Mere seconds later she screamed out his name and pulled his hair. He smiled against her and stayed between her legs until he licked her clean. He removed his fingers from her entrance and trailed lazy kisses up her body until he reached her lips.
She grabbed the nape of his neck and kissed him deeply. She pulled him closer, their skin touched making them both moan. He pulled back slightly but kept his lips against hers.
“You’re mine.” He whispered.
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