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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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A/N- This will be the last chapter for awhile. But I will post more, promise. I'm working on like four stories at the same time at present.

“Salazar, where do you think you’re going?”

            “Why are you interjecting? I know you don’t like her.”

            “Ever since you first introduced us, I have seen Hermione as my own daughter. Your mother sees her as family. Why would we not like her?” Salazar stopped walking and turned in surprise, “We learned from our mistakes, and we both knew you didn’t stop loving her. Do not be surprised.”

            Salazar sat down on a rock, “I want to marry her but…”

            “You’re afraid?”

            “I don’t want to get hurt again,” he said, holding his head in his hands. “I love her so much, but…she ran once.”

            “Do you think she learned from her mistake?”

            “I think so…last night…last night I realized that we weren’t the same people anymore. She’s more self-confident, more assured. I’m…I don’t know what I am. I feel like every time I see her my heart swells but my head says don’t trust it. I don’t…” Salazar got up again, “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

            Voldemort shook his head but followed his son back towards Lily and Hermione. When they returned Hermione was still crying and Salazar moved to her, “Hermione? Are you okay?” He pulled her into his arms and caressed her cheek, leaning in to kiss her. “What’s wrong?”

            Lily stood with help from Voldemort, walking back toward the castle. Hermione gathered herself while Salazar held her, “Salazar, I don’t want you to think that I’m using you. I’m not, I…”

            He kissed her again, preventing her from continuing. Hermione moaned as he slid his tongue into her mouth. “I love you,” he whispered. He pulled her down onto the grass on top of him and caressed her cheek, “Promise you’ll never hurt me again?”

            “I promise,” she whispered as he wiped the tears from her eyes, “do you promise to never let me go?”

            “Nothing could make me,” he answered. Hermione leaned down and kissed him softly. “Are you okay?”

            “Your parents never cease to amaze me,” she answered, laying her head on his shoulder.

            “They do that to me too,” he nodded, “we should go inside. I think I just heard thunder.”

            “And it has nothing to do with this erection poking against my thigh?”

            “Might have something to do with that,” he smiled. Hermione laughed and leaned up to kiss him, “But I did hear thunder.”

            “Afraid of getting wet?”

            “No,” he said, “but I’m so sweet I might melt.”

            “Yeah right,” she stood up and the couple got up, running toward the door. The skies opened and poured down on them as the storm began and Hermione laughed, pulling Salazar after her through the large yard. She pulled him to her and kissed him as they became soaked. She ran her hands through his hair, “I love you,” she breathed.

            “I want you,” he said before returning the kiss. They made out as the rain poured down until they heard thunder cracking and saw a flash of lightning. He took her hand and they ran inside.

            Lily was waiting with towels, “I was about to call you two in. I had the house elves draw a bath for you upstairs. I don’t want you two to catch cold.”

            “Thanks Mum,” Salazar said, taking the towel and wiping his face and hair. “C’mon Hermione. Let’s go get wetter.”

            “Not sure that’s possible,” she said, wrapping the towel around her and following her lover upstairs.

            They slid into the bath and they kissed lazily, then it grew heated. “Salazar,” she moaned as his hands moved lower and he shifted to face her, “we’re supposed to be warming up.”

            “That’s what we’re doing,” he mumbled as he deepened the kiss and rubbed her pussy gently, “gotta get you nice and warm,” he said.

            Hermione’s head fell back as he slid his fingers inside of her. Her own fingers never did the same for her that his did. Salazar could just touch her and she felt like her whole body was lit on fire. “I want you,” she gasped. He grinned and kissed her as she reached down and stroked him. He groaned as she stroked him and pulled back before lifting her hands up to his shoulders. He slid into her and they both moaned before she pulled his head to hers. They made love in the tub, savoring one another. “Oh Salazar,” she groaned as he thrust into her.

            After they had climaxed they exited the bath, wrapping themselves in big, fluffy, warm towels. “I want to snuggle with you,” he said, pushing her toward the bed. She grinned and leaned in to kiss him, “Mum is going to call us for lunch soon though,” he whispered.

            “Let’s get dressed,” she said, moving to his closet to get out some clothes for him. “Salazar…”

            “What?”

            “My clothes are in here.”

            “What?” He walked over to her to see her clothes in his closet. Her new clothes. “How…”

            “Your father is a crafty one,” she said, getting her own clothes out and getting dressed. Salazar put his underwear and pants on then reached for a shirt, “Not that one,” she said, moving in front of him and selecting a different shirt, “I prefer you in this one.”

            “Yes dear,” he mumbled. He slid into it but Hermione buttoned it up, kissing his chest as she did, “Well I like this,” he admitted, leaning down to kiss her as she finished. She moaned into his mouth as his hands moved over her body, “we should go to Paris soon, get you some more clothing.”

            “Salazar…”

            “You’re my fiancée, Hermione,” he interrupted, “what’s mine is yours.” Her eyes watered as he got down on one knee and pulled the ring out of his pocket, “Will you marry me?”

            “Yes,” she leaned down and kissed him, “yes yes yes yes yes,” she held onto him, “oh Salazar…”

            “I love you,” he whispered, sliding the ring onto her finger, “that is staying where it belongs this time.” He kissed her and stood, pulling her up with him, “let’s go downstairs and eat lunch.” Hermione and Salazar exited his bedroom, hand in hand.

            After lunch Hermione and Salazar went to the library, where she picked out a book to read and he laid with his head in her lap as she did. Salazar closed his eyes, content. He liked this situation. The couple kissed occasionally, and while it was a passionate kiss they kept their composure. “It just now occurred to me that I’m laying wrong.”

            “Oh?”

            Salazar sat up and straddled her, looking down into her cleavage, “I like this better.”

            Hermione laughed and pushed him off of her and then leaned over him, “Do you like this view more?”

            “Yeah,” he nodded, his eyes staring at her cleavage. He suddenly looked up at her, “I love you,” he whispered.

            “I love you too,” she smiled. The couple kissed again, though this time they both became more heated.

            Meanwhile upstairs Lily was straddling her lover, kissing him, “Voldemort…”

            “I know,” he mumbled, “You want to have sex.”

            “Very much,” she nodded.

            “Let’s get up to our room,” he stood and lifted her up. Voldemort carried her upstairs. Once in their room Lily pushed him into the bed and ground her hips against him.         “You don’t have to convince me,” he teased, leaning up to kiss her.

            “I know that,” she pushed him flat on his back and mumbled the spell to take off their clothes. “Now shush.”

            Salazar snuggled against her, pulling a blanket over them, “We just had sex in my family’s library.”

            “Yes we did,” she sighed.

            “I really enjoyed it.”

            “Me too,” she smiled, her eyes closed. “Can we take a nap here or should we go upstairs?”

            “Let’s take a nap here,” he said. “I don’t want to move.”

            Harry got down off of his broomstick to see Fenrir walking towards him, “Those were some impressive moves,” Fenrir smiled.

            He grinned, “Yeah? Thanks. I’ve been working on them. I wanna do really good at my first training. Is our house ready?”

            “Yes,” he nodded, “the furniture is there. All that remains is our clothing.”

            The younger man placed his broomstick in the shed, “My mom won’t be happy.”

            “We can Apparate here for dinner as often as she wishes,” Fenrir said. “Spain isn’t that far away.”

            “Yeah,” he nodded, “but….well it’s my mom.” Fenrir wrapped his arm around Harry as they walked up toward the house, “I will see you later?”

            “As soon as I’m done with talking to my pack I’ll be back. Hopefully in time for dinner.”

            “Good,” Harry leaned up and kissed him, “I love you.”

            “I love you too,” he hugged him, “I’ll be back soon, Harry. Certainly before bed.”

            “Go now. The sooner you leave the sooner you come back.”

            “Bye,” Fenrir kissed him once more before Disapparating. Harry sighed and headed inside.

            When Harry exited the shower he headed down to the library. Inside Salazar and Hermione were spending time together. They were now clothed, but Salazar’s head was on Hermione’s lap again while she ran her fingers through his hair and read a book. Like Harry, his hair was short but easier to keep in order. “You need a haircut,” she said.

            “Yes dear,” he said, eyes closed. Harry grinned. It was like no time had passed at all between them.

            Harry picked out an adventure book from one of the shelves, “Having a good day?”

            “Very,” Salazar answered, stretching out.

            “Spending time together like this is very enjoyable,” Hermione smiled. “How was your practice?”

            “I think I have some great moves going. Hopefully I don’t blow it.”

            “As family do I get season tickets?” Salazar asked. Harry laughed. Hermione frowned at him and he glanced up at her, “What? I’m curious.”

            “I’ll see about that,” Harry said. “But you’d have to share them with Mum & Dad.”

            “I’m okay with that,” Salazar responded.

            “And Hermione,” Harry said, “I’m sure she’ll want to go with you.”

            “Who else would I go with? Of course Hermione would come with me.” She rubbed his head and he smiled before closing his eyes again.

            Hermione and Salazar went on a date two days later. As the graduation party grew closer they went clothing shopping, Hermione finding a dress that she knew would get Salazar riled up. He got a suit that she would like, he thought. As the day of the party dawned the house elves set up the yard for the party while Hermione and Salazar lay upstairs, asleep. Two floors above them Voldemort and Lily lay in bed, kissing lazily. “You look so beautiful when the sun shines on your skin,” he whispered, shifting to lie more comfortably against her. “I don’t suppose you’re up for some lovemaking?”

            “No, but I could blow you, if you want,” she offered. Voldemort nodded and she smiled as she climbed out of the bed, pulling him with her toward the bathroom and the shower.

            “November can’t come fast enough,” he whispered as she turned on the shower. He embraced her from behind and she smiled, “not fast enough.”

            “Oh you’re not that deprived. We have sex regularly, my love.”

            “Not as much as I’d like,” he grumbled.

            “Are you pouting? Voldemort we had sex three times last night.”

            “Well yeah,” he said indignantly.

            “Your libido seems to have gotten stronger lately.”

            “So?”

            “Our teen sons have less sex than you do,” she kissed him gently, “I love you.”

            “I love you too,” he kissed her softly before entering the shower with her, “Are you saying you want less sex?”

            “I like the lazy kissing, Voldemort. I wish you could be content with just that.”

            “I am,” he held onto her, “I just…I guess I just miss you. And when you were pregnant with Salazar you were insatiable.”

            “Not until later in my pregnancy, my love. Once that point comes I’m all yours.”

            “Were you with Harry?”

            “I was horny, yes. But I couldn’t let James touch me. The thought removed any sexual desires I had. If you had been there, we would have had sex. But with my only option him…it wasn’t very worthwhile.”

            “Do you think we’ll have a girl or a boy?” Voldemort’s hands moved over the baby bump.

            “Well my record so far is two boys.”

            “I like the name Griffin if it’s another boy.”

            “And if it’s a girl?”

            “I don’t know,” he said, shrugging.

            “Would you even want a girl?”

            “I’ve never planned on having a girl, but I wouldn’t feed her to the wolves or anything,” he said indignantly.

            Lily grinned and kissed him, “I’m glad to hear it. I wouldn’t mind a girl, but given that I’ve not raised my two boys I’ll be happy regardless,” she wrapped her arms around his neck, “I love you.”

            “I love you too,” he kissed her and pushed her against the shower wall, “tell me when to stop.” Lily groaned as his mouth moved to her neck, sucking and nibbling. Damn him. He did always get what he wanted.
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