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Half-Brother Prince	By : SalazarRaphael Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2191 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor could I hope to own, the Harry Potter franchise, I am making no money from this story. However any characters of my own creation are my own property.

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Once they were in his bedroom Salazar sat her down. Now standing she pulled his t-shirt off, “I want this,” she ran her hands over his chest. “I want you.”

            “You have me,” he leaned in to kiss her, “you get all of me.”

            “Salazar,” he’d thought Hermione had said his name the best, but hearing it on Daciana’s lips changed his mind. She looked so sexy. And she wanted him. And only him. He grinned and pulled her to him, “Guess I have too many clothes on,” she murmured against his lips.

            “You do,” he pulled at her shirt and she took it off. His hands moved over her breasts before moving down to her pants, which she removed while he slid out of his own.

            “I like this,” she smiled, leaning up to kiss him again. Salazar picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They fell into bed together, her rolling to be on top of him. She sat up, straddling him, “You’re sure about this?”

            “Very much,” he said, watching as she unfastened her bra.

            Daciana’s breasts fell free and Salazar could only stare. They looked perfect. He sat up on the bed and pulled her against his chest, kissing her hungrily. Her hands moved to his short hair, running through it as they fell onto the bed again, moaning. For Salazar it had been over 2 weeks without regular sex; something he was quite used to, living with Hermione as he had. But Daciana was more than making up for it as she pulled away and removed her panties. He removed his boxer briefs quickly and the couple was once again on each other, though this time her hand moved to his penis, stroking him as they made out. When she pulled away he flipped them and she placed her hand on his chest to push him back, “I want to be on top,” she whispered.

            Salazar just grinned and leaned up to kiss her. She reached down and Salazar watched through hooded eyes as she slid down onto him. Both groaned at the sensations. “Daciana,” he groaned, pulling her to him to kiss her, “you feel so good.”

            “Contraception spell,” she suddenly remembered. He mumbled it and they resumed their sexual activities, Salazar sitting up in bed to suck on her breasts.

            Her hips rotated to make him groan and fell on top of him. “You feel so good,” he groaned. She thrust her hips down onto him once more.

            “Salazar,” she gasped. It felt as she had expected, except even better. She leaned down to kiss him, “Oh Salazar,” she moaned.

            He thrust up into her, rotating his hips to make her gasp. It felt…it felt like he was home, together with her like this. He closed his eyes. Salazar’s mind wandered. He suddenly wished she’d stop talking. He turned so that he was on top and began thrusting into her, hard. She cried out as he thrust harder than she’d expected. “H-Hermione!” He came, his body collapsing on top of her.

            “Oh Salazar.” He could hear a sigh of contentment and opened his eyes. That voice…

            “H-Hermione!” Looking up at him was a nude Hermione Granger.

            “I missed you too,” she smiled up at him.

            “B-but….how…”

            “Don’t get upset. I had to know if you could forgive me. And I had to be sure you were okay.” Hermione caressed his cheek, “If you’re still mad at me, I understand. I am so sorry, Salazar. It’s killed me, being so apart from you. When you took back the ring….I guess my decision finally hit me and I immediately regretted it.”

            “I don’t understand. Florean said…”

            “He lied for me,” she sighed, “I…I am really, really sorry Salazar. The pain I felt losing you…I hated myself for doing what I did to you. It felt like I’d ripped my own heart out of my chest.”

            “So you became Daciana…Why the disguise?”

            “I didn’t want anyone to recognize me.”

            “So…you’ve worked at the ice cream parlor ever since?”

            “I told my parents I wanted you and they kicked me out. So I went to Diagon Alley and asked for help from Mr. Fortescue. He generously helped me out. When you came into the parlor…I couldn’t believe it.”

            Salazar just stared at her. He felt like he should have more questions, but he just wanted her. Salazar leaned in and kissed her, much to Hermione’s surprise. She pulled him down on top of her as they kissed. He felt so good. She moaned into his mouth as his hands moved over her body, “I love you so much,” he whispered.

            “I love you too, Salazar,” she sighed, content lying underneath him.

            “I don’t know what to do about this, about us.”

            Hermione kissed him gently, “If you can take me back, I’d love that. But it’s your decision. I hurt you, and I don’t deserve a say in where we go from here.”

            “But you want me?”

            “Badly,” she nodded.

            Salazar didn’t know what to do. He leaned in and kissed her, “I want to fuck you,” he breathed.

            “Whatever you want,” she promised.

            “Blow me,” he ordered her. Hermione obediently leaned down to suck him. Salazar closed his eyes. She felt so good. He held her head in place as she deepthroat him. When she finally pulled back she went back to licking him. “Why are you doing what I order you to do?”

            “Because I love you,” she answered, stroking him, “and I want to do it anyway.” Salazar frowned and she leaned up to kiss him softly, “I have always loved you, Salazar.”

            “Get on your back,” he said. She did as he requested and Salazar spread her legs, thrusting into her hard. Her nails scratched his back as he thrust into her hard. She cried out when he hit her cervix and Salazar caught himself. He wasn’t his father. He didn’t enjoy inflicting pain on others.

            “Salazar? Why’d you stop?”

            “I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered suddenly, leaning down to kiss her passionately. They made love slowly, gently, and passionately. Hermione was surprised at this sudden change, but she loved him and moaned as he rotated his hips.

            “Oh you feel so good Sal,” she gasped. He leaned back down and kissed her again. She held onto him, kissing him desperately.

            When they both climaxed he groaned into her mouth before collapsing on the bed next to her. Hermione turned and snuggled against him, “That wasn’t a fucking, that was lovemaking,” she smiled.

            “I could never fuck you,” he whispered. “I…I’m not that kind of man.”

            “And I love that,” she kissed his cheek. Salazar looked down at her. This was his Hermione. He could have her back. But now the question became, did he want her back? Salazar didn’t know.

            “I don’t know what to do.”

            “I understand,” she said. “If you need time to think about it, I’ll give you time.”

            “Thank you,” he said.

            “I’ll leave now,” she got up and put her clothes on. Looking at her in them, he realized how much they were her. That was why he was obsessed with Daciana. She was Hermione. Salazar thought about every moment he’d spent with Daciana. It was Hermione, in each instance. Even Daciana’s body had been Hermione’s. The woman he had fallen for, the woman he wanted…it had always been Hermione.

            His thoughts then jumped to his parents. His father’s anguish at losing his mother; his joy at getting another chance with Lily…Hermione was just like Lily, making a single bad decision and punishing herself for it. He stood and crossed to her, “Hermione,” she turned to face him and he kissed her hungrily, “I love you.”

            She moaned into his mouth and ran her hands down his chest, “Oh Sal,” she groaned, “I love you so much.”

            “I won’t make the mistake my parents did,” he whispered, kissing her sweetly.

            Hermione pulled him flush against her, kissing him desperately, “We’ve lost so much time,” she whispered.

            “No we haven’t,” he picked her up and carried her to the bed, “I want you again and again and again to make up for it.”

            The next morning the couple lay together in bed, happy. “I love you,” she sighed. “I’ve missed this so much.”

            “Me too,” he shifted to snuggle her, “I’ve missed you so much.”

            “You have me now.”

            “I have you forever,” he grinned, leaning down to kiss her, “Let’s take a bath together.”

            “I like the sound of that,” she straddled him, “I love you.”

            As they lay in the tub, enjoying one another, Salazar thought about his parents. How would he explain this? The couple made love in the bath, savoring one another. She sensed his distraction, and was eager to divert his thoughts. Salazar moaned as she rode him. It felt like they both had changed. She was much more into their lovemaking, and she was really working her hips like she never had before. Hermione groaned as Salazar sucked on her breast.

            Their bath did have to end, and they stepped out of it, sated. She dried them both off, kissing him often, “I love you.”

            “I know, Hermione. You don’t have to say it over and over again.” She let him hug her close, “I love you so much, and I’m okay with this.”

            “Shall we start over? Or continue where we were?”

            “I don’t know about that. Obviously we can’t start over, we have history. But we can’t just be engaged again.”

            “What can we be?”

            “Date, and go from there. We never really went on dates, and I think we should.”

            “I like that idea,” she smiled. “I guess I should head back to my apartment.”

            “How do you afford that place?”

            “By working so much,” she answered. “I work alot.”

            “Hermione…”

            “I have no other choice, Salazar. Until my master is paying my way, I am stuck on my own. And I have no money.”

            Salazar closed his eyes. He wanted her around. “This isn’t fair to do to you.”

            “Choosing you has caused me some problems, this is one of them,” she smiled, “it is my penance for making a mistake.”

            “Stay with me.”

            “Salazar…”

            “Hermione, you shouldn’t be living hand-to-mouth. Not when you have me. I’ve lived hand-to-mouth. It sucks. I have money, let me use it.”

            She looked at him. That determination was there again; it was one of the few traits from his father she liked. She finally nodded, “Very well.”

            “Thank you,” he kissed her, enjoying the kiss, “I love you.”

            “I love you too,” she whispered, holding onto him, “Should I be at breakfast with you?”

            “That could be awkward,” he suddenly realized, “what do you think we should do?”

            “Why did you say yes? To me?”

            “My parents. Mom made a huge mistake, and look what happened. I wasn’t about to make a huge mistake myself.”

            “Maybe if we explain it like that to them?”

            “Why did you send the letter that you were seeing someone?”

            “I wanted to see if you would ask Daciana out if you thought I had moved on. You did.”

            “A sly one, my Hermione is.” Hermione grinned at him and kissed him, “I like your new wardrobe, by the way.”

            “I hoped you would.”



            They went downstairs together, hand in hand. Harry, Fenrir, Voldemort, and Lily were all shocked to see Hermione enter with Salazar. “Mom, you know how you made a mistake leaving Dad?”

            “Yes,” Lily answered, Voldemort’s arms wrapped around her.

            “Well Hermione made that mistake too, but realized it. She was Daciana.”

            “What?” Voldemort frowned, confused.

            “I didn’t want to risk him seeing me working at the ice cream parlor, so I changed my appearance. Mr. Fortescue helped. When Salazar came into the parlor…I couldn’t really step away from him. I loved him so much. And he kept checking me out. He would sit in my section and he would chat me up…I did send the letter about me dating someone. I wondered if he would ask Daciana out. When he did…I couldn’t resist the sexual tension between us. It was so strong.”

            Breakfast was them talking. Hermione explained what had happened, and Salazar told them how he wanted her to live with them. His parents agreed, reluctantly. At least until Salazar pointed out the similarities between his and Hermione’s relationship and their own. At that point he could see both of them thinking about what could have happened, and they welcomed Hermione back.

            Salazar and Hermione spent the day trying to figure out what to do about their relationship, something that was more difficult than they’d expected. They walked along the grounds, her hand in his, “I don’t think either of us expected this,” he said.

            “I wish I had thought this through more,” she sighed.

            “Well look, we love each other, that is what matters the most.”

            “Salazar, your family doesn’t like me. And it’s not that I blame them; I don’t. I would be upset too. And…well…”

            Salazar stopped her by turning her and kissing her. Hermione moaned into the kiss, savoring his sudden move of aggression.

            From a window Voldemort watched them. Lily knocked on the door, “What are you doing?”

            “Spying on our son,” he answered, “come here.”

            She walked over to him to see what he was looking at, “Hermione and Salazar…”

            “I used a spell to spy on them. Their conversation has been interesting. Every time she’s about to say that maybe this won’t work he distracts her by kissing her.”

            “To love something so much that you’re willing to let it go is the symbol of true love,” she whispered.

            “I know,” he said, “we learned from our mistakes.”

            “And they’re learning from our mistakes too,” she said, snuggling against him.

            Voldemort nodded. “I’m happy for them.”

            Salazar sat on a bench and she sat next to him. “Let’s just relax, Salazar.”

            “You think I’m thinking too much?”

            “I think we both are,” she sighed. “We need to quit thinking so much about it.”

            “I think so too,” he leaned over and kissed her, “let’s just be together, and be happy.” Hermione snuggled close to him, “I love you,” he whispered.

            “I’m never letting you go,” she responded, reaching to hold his hand.

            Voldemort and Lily finally exited the house and walked toward the young couple. Salazar turned when he heard them and tightened his hold on Hermione, “Mum? Dad? What is it?”

            “We wanted to talk to you both,” Voldemort helped Lily sit down on the bench. “What do you two want to do now?”

            “That’s between us,” Salazar said indignantly.

            “Don’t take that tone with your mother,” Voldemort glared at him. Lily pulled Voldemort onto the bench next to her. “She asked you a simple question.”

            “This is between myself and Hermione,” he responded.

            “Well if you want to learn from our mistakes, it would help to know how we got through it,” Lily said.

            Hermione squeezed his arm, “Of course we would like to hear any advice you have,” she said to his parents. Salazar frowned and stood, walking away. Hermione frowned, “Salazar!”

            “Let him go,” Voldemort said, standing again, “I’ll talk to him.”

            Now the two women were alone, “Hermione, we aren’t upset with you,” Lily said. Hermione looked up in surprise. “We of course don’t want you to hurt him again, but we can hardly give great relationship advice. We just want you both to know that we’re here for you. Hurting Voldemort like I did was hard, but we don’t want you to make our mistakes. If you know you’re meant to be together, then don’t take it slow. Return to the way you were.”

            “We’ve both changed, though,” Hermione confessed, “I could feel it last night when we were intimate. I…I’ve become more self-confident, and Salazar…Salazar’s found his voice. We can’t return to how we were, because we aren’t who we were.”

            “But you still love each other,” Lily pointed out, “the magnetic attraction is just as strong as it was.”

            “It’s stronger,” Hermione whispered. “But we’re just…I don’t want you to think that I only want him because my parents kicked me out of the house after I chose him. That I’m using him because I have nothing and no one.”

            “You have us, Hermione,” Lily wrapped her arm around the young woman, “you have us for your family. Don’t worry about that,” she held Hermione against her, “don’t worry, my dear. You’re like a daughter to us, Hermione.” Hermione couldn’t hold back the tears and cried into Lily’s shoulder. “You’re our daughter, as far as we’re concerned,” she whispered, rubbing the young woman’s back.
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